A year ago today, I sat at work, very bored and decided to start a blog. Things were different then, I was younger, god, so much younger--even though it's only been a year.
And now, June 21st 2005, I pat myself on the back. I've made it. I've seen a voluntary project, something I don't even get paid for, imagine, to a full year. Wow.
It sounds terribly cliche and loserlike to say it, but I must. Blogging has helped me realise the importance of online community, re-realise the significance of words, meet some pretty fantastic people, come into contact with others who I wouldn't have known. My friend, who by the way, I became reacquainted with, only because of this blog, told me the other day, that I've become "the girl who does that blog" and though I laughed at the time, now it feels good! I had practically stopped writing when I started blogging, writing for myself that is, and then I fell in love with it all over again and it was like revisiting an old lover, y'know? "Oh, you still do that to me!" and "Hey, when did you become able to do that!"
And I read the archives and I sometimes wince at my voice back then and sometimes marvel at how I can see an entire year of my life unfolding over the internet. It's pretty cool.
Anyway, enough of speech, on to celebrations :)
I hope y'all like this template, it still has a few bugs to iron out, but all in all, can I just say, I LOVE it. I have never loved another template so much.
And you know how in some Friends shows they'd do this little recap of all their best episodes? Here's my version. (If you've read the archives, sorry, sorry, but hey, it's always fun going back right?)
>The firstest postette
As of now, I'm 22, I'm a journalist like I said before and I work in a tabloid! I live, work, love in New Delhi, the capital of India. I'm single (ie I'm not married) but I have a beautiful boyfriend.
> The first mention of TC
This weekend I'm super-busy. I have three (count 'em: THREE) booklaunches in the span of two days. I have to meet my 'Manali Gang' tonight for drinks at my favourite pub in the whole world: Turquoise Cottage.
> The first Bridget Jones reference :)
You see, usually when I go for parties, they're small affairs. Someone's computer is blaring out music, drinks sit on top of a table, most people bring their own and you settle comfortably in your jeans and t-shirts into conversation groups.
> The only post without a title
this is what heartbreak feels like--- not the pain and hurt i thought i'd feel-- but a numbness, which thankfully allows me to go about my day, not caring till a sudden blast of memory leaves me feeling like a great big chunk has suddenly been scooped out of my stomach.
> Enter the ex
Him (rather too enthusiastically): Hi!
Me: Just wanted to... y'know... check in and things. See how you were doing. Coz we should stay friends and all (realise I am babbling and trail off)
Him: Yes, that's what I want as well.
> The Compulsive Confessor
She said, "You know what your problem is? You're a compulsive confessor."
Ooh, very late! If you like, I could do an update later :)
Happy Blorgthday to me.