Prabhas ( on whom, unsurprisingly ! I had a tiny crush) emailed me inviting me to the CLC placements blog as a contributor. Once I had logged in, changed the God-awful background I realized I did not even remember the background of my own blog.
And then it was like flashing back to 2007 when I had started off. The journey since then, of how I have been drifting farther and farther each year. My resolves of keeping it a true account of heart forgotten somewhere among internships, college and friends.
At one time, Blogger was my friend. Random people whose names I cannot recall were friends, friends who lifted my spirits when I failed to get into a college of my choice. People who did not question the awkward phase I was going through or the sudden influx of responsibility that I was too busy shirking off. I forgot Blogger and its people when I made friends outside the virtual world. Sounds rather pathetic having "no" real friends. The thing is I had real friends, I just preferred the virtual ones. With me, preference becomes a huge deal. I make my preference known very clearly.
There used be days during exams where I would be furiously scribbling blog posts at the back of my register lest I did not forget everything I had to pour out to the online world.
Its been nine months since I thought about this.
There is this weird feeling in the bit of my stomach. The sick feeling of guilt for betraying Blogger, not my virtual friends but only Blogger. There is a tinge of happiness because I found friends I can tell things too. But a large part of it is fear, fear of those very friends.
And then it was like flashing back to 2007 when I had started off. The journey since then, of how I have been drifting farther and farther each year. My resolves of keeping it a true account of heart forgotten somewhere among internships, college and friends.
At one time, Blogger was my friend. Random people whose names I cannot recall were friends, friends who lifted my spirits when I failed to get into a college of my choice. People who did not question the awkward phase I was going through or the sudden influx of responsibility that I was too busy shirking off. I forgot Blogger and its people when I made friends outside the virtual world. Sounds rather pathetic having "no" real friends. The thing is I had real friends, I just preferred the virtual ones. With me, preference becomes a huge deal. I make my preference known very clearly.
There used be days during exams where I would be furiously scribbling blog posts at the back of my register lest I did not forget everything I had to pour out to the online world.
Its been nine months since I thought about this.
There is this weird feeling in the bit of my stomach. The sick feeling of guilt for betraying Blogger, not my virtual friends but only Blogger. There is a tinge of happiness because I found friends I can tell things too. But a large part of it is fear, fear of those very friends.
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