The 100th

21st June, 2015

Guess What?

This… is my 100^th blog!

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! HUNDRETH BLOG?

Yes… well the 100^th BLOG! YAY!

I don’t remember the day I first started writing the blog, but I do remember that I forgot to give it a title. It was near 2013 I guess when I started typing stuff in here as my masthead suggests “there is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” Bleed. Even if it sounds crazy, bleeding is somewhat good, at least there is no false or lies in your sentiments or emotions or whatever makes us write. Hence this blog.

However it was not all of a sudden. I never do things suddenly; sometimes I do things that know no reasons, but not suddenly. I did not woke up one day and decided to start typing, that never happens. I was in the first year of my college when I was told that I have a penchant of writing, a certain way with words. Though at that time, it was either the last pages of my register or any blank page where I would put some words that would make no sense. My fried Dishant asked me to keep writing, and try to make it better. Then I came across some blogs. Like the blog called ‘subterranean homesick alien’, that belongs to Pranjal, a friend of mine. It took me quite a time to understand what he writes and why he writes. Frustrating as his tough jargon language was, it never failed to amaze me. Then there was ‘playhousediaries’, which belongs to my bohemian. Easy writing and full of colors. Sometimes desperate, but fantastic. Oh well, lovely as she is, so is her style, the flair! And how can I forget ‘beingdouche’ otherwise known as the bittersweet symphony of life, and the ‘ashes of phoenix’ that is administered by none other than narcissus! Now to speak of his blog, he once asked me what I think of his writings, a critical view. Hmm…not tough, raw, but if one wants to notice, they will find a change in his content. Polar changes to be precise, I will leave it to my readers to observe and figure it out.

 These three blogs made the monster that I am, the bespectacled dark skinned, somewhat obese guy behind a glaring screen, typing away his brains and heart out via a keyboard. The birth of psychosociopath, or psychojournals.  Now, one can ask about this particular nomenclature. Actually, I was asked why this name? Well, I did had choices. There were names that I made for the page, like blisszone or misfitislander, and unchartedplanetzero, but none of them described the sheer need of my writings. I don’t think that the current name does any justice to the reason I write either but there was a time when I thought myself as a psychopath. Well, I still am, and maybe that’s what had insinuated itself in the cyber-zone, and I must admit, it paid off well.

I started this blog, not as an escaped from the mundane life, but just to type random crass which will make no sense. There wasn’t any ulterior motive, deceptive emotions or hidden things; there is nothing to read between the lines, and no intellectual thinking, just some sentences that try, in vain, to describe either my mind state or just nothing. But I grew. With each new post I found myself more and more apt, although I am still an alien in the world of common faces, I know I don’t belong here, either because people are stupid or I am, but still, I grew large. Dragon size! (Alright, maybe not, but who cares?)

With each new post, I started thinking more, feeling more, seeing what people would miss for sure, and be a jerk at heart. And amazing as it is, this blog has seen it all. From the mundane days to the happiest moments of my life when I was in love (I still am in love), day of betrayal, heartbreak, forgiveness and immense hope and the love that never dies. Everything. This blog, the previous ninety nine blogs are an amalgamation of everything I have inside me and they are growing day by day.  The poetry, stories, everything that I wrote, they were/are what goes inside my head at a speed of light. Numerous thoughts, memories, dreams, feelings, pain, laugh, everything. And hence, this.

And I would be wrong to say that there are only 3 blogs that inspired me to write. There are other blogs too, like ‘fantasy’ and ‘infinityonpause’ and some other fantastic write-ups, and I tend to get inspired by everything that keeps me awake in the nights.

I don’t think it will be soon enough when I’ll stop writing. I want to stop, really. I cannot care less about anything, and one day, I will be so bored that I will delete everything, leaving every memory to drift and wither away. Every post that I wrote will be obsolete, they don’t mean anything already, and I really don’t care. Since everything is bound to get erased I don’t care. But till then, a happy 100^th blog post to me!

Love!