My blog is not real-time. I wonder if people realize that. The fundamental reason why I write is to keep a record of the timeline- and it is ironical that my blog is not flowing along with my life- but my diary is. I write basically in my diary, and post a part of that as my blog.

Mudasir said today- life is just about the number of varied experiences you have- good and bad. Hmm...I don’t think life is just about the number or range of experiences- it’s not a checklist. I don’t think we should just do everything for the sake of the ‘experience’-at the end of it, you should have an opinion- intent. That’s what makes your life. Lets say one guy starts to ‘want’ to experience everything, so he starts doing it all- and then this other guy is born who has the same intention- to not have any intentions, just the experience. How are they different at all?! What makes it your life?!

Kaustubh said that he stopped writing in his blog because he gave in to the ‘demand-supply’ syndrome. I wonder if I will be bitten too.

The whole world is online these days- it’s not like before. People have to be careful with what they say online. ‘Global connectivity’. Recently, a group of people were caught by the police for drugs or something like that. On investigation, it was found that they came in touch with each other through orkut. My brother thinks it’s great that a community like orkut can bring together ‘like-minded’ people. He writes the code for orkut. Truly, orkut has brought a lot of like-minded people together- irrespective of the intent. I wonder where all this is leading us.

Sometimes I think I’m too fussy. My brother says that nothing is ever simple with me around. Like for example, the task of buying a dress. I make it a big deal- “it has to be designed, it has to be something different.” This probably puts off certain people. Does designing everything make life complicated? It shouldn’t. But then when someone steps a little out of the ‘ordinary’ line, everything quickly thickens- it’s a difficult task to be different.