My Blog is Born

January 18, 2013

I always wanted to start a blog. I was always encouraged to start a blog. I’m passionate about writing and I’m good at it. Wait let me re-phrase: I express myself better in words than in real life. (See what I did there? Smiles.)

 So here it is, my very own ‘blog’. It is nothing but a fancier version of a diary though. It is basically  for adults (or 'so called adults’) who find keeping a diary a bit of a nuisance. I mean, picture a 17 year old girl writing (with a pink fluffy pen that sings) in a diary (the one that has a lock on it) while drawing hearts all over the page and humming to Justin Bieber’s latest song (ew). One word: No. Just No.

Okay, I admit I was exaggerating a bit (or using a hyperbole- useful piece of knowledge for you today, eh?). Oh, and in case you haven’t realized just yet, that 17 year old girl I was talking about is none other than myself.

Anyways, before I plucked up the courage to start one, which by the way is in my Bucket List, I kept on thinking of what kind of blog I wanted to start. A travel blog like the one I came across when I was vacationing in Vientiane during the New Year holidays ? Or a fashion blog (which I know I’m in NO WAY  shape or form capable of) like one of the person I follow on Instagram has? How about a blog about dreams that I remember reading somewhere. I just did not know. And I almost gave up on one  until today.

I don’t want to bore any body reading this. But then again, this is not written with the intention of being read. I’m just going to go ahead and tell the story of how my blog came to life. If you don’t like it, go ahead and press the red cross on the top right corner of the screen (or the top left corner if you’re using a Mac- you lucky person!). This is because somebody told me something today that I probably wont ever forget: Just be yourself. That is how you will attract like-minded people and people who will like you for you.

So back to my story. While I was sitting at the Gurdwara today reading ‘The Perks of Being a Wallflower’, I felt as if the book was written with me in my mind. Like somehow ‘God’ sent that book to me to show me that I am not alone and to show me that there are people like me out there. If you haven’t read the book, I’ll go for brief similarities between the main character, Charlie, and myself.

-Quiet and doesn’t have too many friends.

-Loves to write. Introverted.

-Wallflower.

 I don’t want to tell some sort of sob story about myself because there are people in a far worse situation than I am in. All I want to say is that walking in a midst of a crowed in the Langar Hall, I felt much like a loner. Wait, let me rephrase again. Felt reserved and restricted. I thought to myself, if I cant find a way to connect with these people, maybe I can find a way to connect with people thousands of miles away from me. Whether they actually read it or not is besides the point. But even if I can convey this message below to just one person I would already be happy.

-If you feel this way. If you are unpopular in high school. If you feel like you don’t fit in with social norms. You are not alone. You don’t have to feel ashamed or sorry about it because it is perfectly normal and trust that things would get better.

Just to clarify, this is not some kind of depressing blog about life. That part of me just happened to inspire the idea of a blog- that’s all. What I’m going to write in here is just random stuff from my daily life. Maybe even of my travels or experiences of going for a liver-flushing detox in March (I would skip that part if I were you!).

Will be back soon,
S.