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Desperate to be a Blogger!!

29-Apr-2010
Last week, I was talking over the phone with a very good friend of mine. Hez kinda kool dude, who is least interested in reading books n all. All that matters to him was dressing up to 'impress' any gal...listening to kool English n Spanish Songs, which he himself fails to understand. While talking , i just encouraged him pick some books, instead, he said that blogging has a better impact, as he can directly write without getting influenced by whats written in book. I read a few of his travel bolgs..n was actually impressed.
The next week, therez this other friend of mine in Banaglore, Abhinandan, who again came with a blog. I looked back and realized that i was still stuck to the ancient way of writing in diary..and that's a kinda 'personal diary' which noone can peep into. Eventually my skills go unnoticed..well, this is what i thought ;)
Now..there was an ego clash, me being a decent (though not so good), am locked up in Diaries.. This thought made me more desperate to get into this Blog world...

I got into this world of words last week..with a Blog about my Husband n his craze for fish..this blog is going to be more in general..dealing with thoughts on everyday basis...

Oh..my intro..I'm Srilekh from Delhi...I wonder if more info is needed

Welcoming myself to the world of BLOGS!!!

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