About

Who Am I?

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I'm an editor by profession. And this isn't my first blog. Writing has always been my passion. But for years, I've struggled to find a topic good enough to write exclusively on. I'd made my first blog while I was in graduation. Life hadn't really happened back then. My posts on that blog, when I look back at them, seem dull. I'm an entirely different person today. Hence, the new blog. 

There're other blogs under my name too. One of them I'd made in my university. It was related to a literature conference. My mentor cum teacher had started calling me a blogger. On her insistence, I'd also once tried giving online lectures on grammar. It didn't turn out well because there wasn't much I could say that hadn't already been said.  

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How's This Blog Different?

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This topic isn't something I've come up with overnight. I've made a lot of diary entries. I've thought about all the topics I wanted to touch upon as I made it a reality, for years. I also considered writing a book on it. But while reading the last half of the novel 'Monsters' by Sharon Dogar, I realised I've to start somewhere. Just like Mary, the protagonist, I've been meaning to write something substantial in life, all along.

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What's This Blog About Anyway?

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Like I said, there's no fun touching upon the issues already being discussed on social media and beyond everyday. I'm here to talk about the things no one likes to talk about. My parents have always taught me things I want to unlearn so bad, but they're hard to. I don't wish my kids to be like my parents, no matter how much I love them. My parents have suffered all their lives for being too simple, too kind. I've heard people say mean things to them, and yet I've been told millions of times not to answer them back. Why? Because they were elder to me. So is this it? Are the elders allowed to go berserk just because the kids are not allowed to answer back? How many filters do you need on your mouth when you're young? When exactly are you allowed to let them go? Is it the time when there aren't enough people in the field to tell you what you really are? How stupid do you think it sounds?  

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Why Should You Care?

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I'm sure you'll relate with my posts, even if to some extent. If you're observant enough, you must have come across creepy strangers, stalking neighbours, crazy relatives. I'm here to talk about them. Because I, like my grandmother, don't forget a thing.