Friday, August 29, 2003
My First Blog
Half an hour well spent in the Guardian Unlimited Online. I lost track of time reading something titled "My granny was a book thief" . I take a look out of the window. It is raining outside. A hot summer has come to an end. Drops of water racing down the glass. I see a change... a change in weather... Just an hour ago I was walking back from the Mensa. The breeze was cold but plesant. A dry leaf dashed past my shoes as I walked on the damp footpath. I noticed around, the grass was no longer lush green. The rose bushes have hardly a flower on them.
It has been a little over 3 months since I came to Germany. It was raining when we arrived. It is the same climate that greated me today when I stepped out of my office for lunch, an hour after I finished my exam. I took an exam today and did well. I am a bit happy and a lot relieved. As I contemplate on which of my many threads of thought to pen down(key down if such a phrase is valid), I look at the window and it starts pouring. I never paid much attention to this window. It is just a window. Just today morning as I was doing some last minute revision for my exam, I saw dark clouds on the horizon. It seemed as if I was sitting in a train. The clouds were moving but the buildings were still.
I had first come across the concept of blogging and this site about two years back. I felt it was a great idea. I thought I should try it out. I didnt'.. not till today. Just yesterday, my friend told me he had created an account for blogging. We planned to blog together. When I looked out of the window with those drops of water racing down the glass pulled by the foces of earth's graivty, a strange though flashed across my mind. I was reminded of the God Almighty. I dont know why, but I knew what. I wanted to write this thing down. To whoom? To my Family! Friends! Why limit my thoughts to them. I decided to blog! I dont know how long this will continue... but for now I have started... and that is enough for me.
Bernard shaw, in his Man and Superman Act III wrote "I tell you that as long as I can conceive something better than myself I cannot be easy unless I am striving to bring it into existence or clearing the way for it. That is the law of my life. That is the working within me of Life's incessant aspiration to higher organization, wider, deeper, intenser self-consciousness, and clearer self-understanding."
I wish this was true in my case. It is still raining. Vivaldi's four seasons is just the thing I am listening to. I salute to the omnipresent God Almighty with all my heart.
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