The illusionist...

I never really felt an acute need for blogging and as I write something now I'm still half perplexed as to why I am doing so .. But then there never is much point doing something without knowing why...

A bigger and more practical question is who the hell is going to read this? I hardly give a damn as of now..I'd rather just write for myself which is odd because why would I write something and be the only reader to it ???

So lets go again...Why blog? Why write? Why not just do something "creative" online like perhaps alternately F5'ing on Orkut and Facebook! Oh did I just forget all the "green dots" on Google Talk?Well off late the F5 key on my keyboard has undergone wear n tear so it was time i gave the other keys an equal and unjust try...

On a more operose note , there are things in life that deserve penning down..or in this case typing down...Things that make you think and think harder and then you still dont understand them when actually the answer is staring in your face like something written in fontsize 30...Something like a life long chain smoker wondering why he cant sprint 100 m without panting like a dog...

The answers are there .. Staring at you..But you just want alternatives ..Something less painstaking..Its difficult to accept certain things but for me its even more difficult for me to live in illusions.. Illusions are cocaine...They make you happy..They make you feel good...But how long can they really last? After all "all that goes up must come down!" in the metaphoric as well as a literal sense !! I lived the life of an addict for long..Never even knowing I was one...And that was perhaps the beauty of it all..But then why and even more intriguing is how did I get out of it?

Quite an idiosyncracy but twisting an old proverb to my liking i would say "the grass is always greener on the other side because you seldom have the courage to look down beneath your own feet"...You just dont know what you are standing over until you are on the other side of the fence ...