For what it's worth, I think blogging is a relatively futile exercise. To some extent it just adds to the pile of excess information whirring and swirling around our heads at every moment. Every blogger thinks they're a writer, every blogger thinks getting a book deal makes them a good writer. Every blogger thinks they have something to say, something to contribute to stimulate the intellect of the masses. But for the most part, I've noticed that bloggers tend to have interests that extend beyond their mundane routines and a connection to themselves and others. Bloggers seem in tune with themselves and seem to want to project that to the world around them. Major stereotyping I know, I don't mean to state that those that don't blog are in any way less connected to themselves or people around them, but I've noticed a pattern when I read blogs: Most blogs stem from something passionate, something deep that stirs the soul of the writer and brings their opinion to the surface to boil and bubble. Whether its parenthood, technology, fashion, make-up, books, politics, development, all things desi or just for the sake of showing off a life well lived. I am constantly and continually fascinated by the sheer number of blogs that exist on every topic known to man and some (I'm convinced) not known to man but to an alien posing as a man. What astounds me further is the consistency of good writing that's out there and the hard work that people put in to update their blogs regularly and fervently.

Every second day or so I log onto blogger and think about posting something that has captured my attention. And every day I shirk away fearing my own verbal diatribe. I've never been much of a writer or an orator...and I still struggle with self-expression. Infact, it scares me to think I've very rarely conveyed my feelings for something with a near-real accuracy that encompasses the actual moment as I experienced it (see what I mean?). But lately I've felt the urge to reawaken that fearless person within that didn't care about who was reading what and how they were construing what was written. I want that reckless rage that I once possessed back, and I want it badly. I want to write with careless abandon once again without fear of being reprimanded (by myself more than anyone else).

I want to let go and just let the words dance and add to the existing overflowing orb of information out there.

So hopefully I'll be blogging a little more consistently now. Let's see how we go.