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...a quick single and thats...

He is on 49. The innings has been long. He is no specialist, but importantly he has managed to hung in there. Oh, he seizes the opportunity and scampers for a quick single...and thats 50!

No, I am not giving some cricket commentary. Its about my blog! And this is my 50th post :)

If somebody had told me an year back that I would be blogging, I would have told "You must be joking". Well, life has its own weird way of proving you wrong! And here I am writing this post when the entire country is busy bursting crackers.

The English classes in my PU days were mainly of two types - one is somehow escaping from getting caught by the teacher (My PU friends, remember A Meera?) and second is getting thrown out of the classroom. The reason? I hated writing on anything we were assigned. I always thought that writing was not my medium of expression and speech was far more effective in conveying what I wanted to.

But, my visit to Salt Lake City late last year forced me to open my blog. I had a lot to tell and I had no one to talk to. Blogging came to my rescue and I discovered that writing after all was not as difficult as I had assumed. I was pleasantly surprised when people started reading and appreciating my blog.

I still get astonished when I receive hopelessly nice compliments, much much more than what I actually deserve (Sorry, its my honest opinion and I am not trying to sound humble to get more comments ;)) I have got a fair share of honest and very useful criticism (which I really appreciate, so keep them coming!) Google Analytics says that my blog gets around 10-20 visitors every day. The only sad thing is that I don't know who they are! So, if you are one of those who never leave a comment, leave a comment once in a while at least.

The once-reluctant traveler with no destination has decided to continue the journey. The next curve may lead to a complicated crossroad or a dead end. I don't know. But, the actual fun is in the journey itself. Hope to bump into you on the way!

Comments

micromysore said…
kudos .. keep writing ..
Vedu Joshi said…
Vasu,
Meera madame en chennag dress madkond bartiddrala ;)
Anonymous said…
congrats :) i am one of your regular readers.however i dont visit your site ..i.e i read most of your posts via RSS :) and hence i am not one of those 10-20 visitors. You should start tracking your RSS subscribers as well :)
Anonymous said…
Meera mam du picture post maadappa.. I can guarantee 100-200 clicks per day by :). One of the charming people i have met in my life. !! Congrats on ur 50 Vasu. Make sure u dont throw away ur wicket. ! - pavan
Raghavendra D R said…
Hey Vasuki..congrats on your 50th post! Keep writing.
I am one of the 10-20 visitors ofcourse! :D
Anonymous said…
Congrats!i am deeply saddened by the fact that you didnt mention your cousin who had so much confidence in your abilities;)-krupa
Anonymous said…
U are too gud ........ an other hopeless compliment ...

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