A few days back, “Wisdom” chose the posterior ends of my jaw to announce its mind-numbingly painful advent. I am approaching the the silver jubilee of life and “quarter-life-crisis” awaits me or so I am informed by one of the many forwarded chain mails. It is also kind enough to inform me in a postscript that I won’t be the only one facing it. So I guess, gone will be the days of flippant buoyancy and my words and actions will be expected to display gravity. I also realized that what I feel about things lately is not sheer instinct. It can be called an opinion by virtue of it being more informed.
My “thoughts” in their infancy were pretty happy all by themselves but as they approached their adolescence they became restless and moody. They even ran out of control and used to cause me to clench my wisdom induced jaws in frustration. In an attempt to tame them I started writing. But as time passed they craved to be more social. They found themselves raring go out there and waltz with the others of their kind. They were hesitant and a trifle shy, but curious all the same. They heard about their glamorous big city cousins and their favorite hangout, THE BLOG. Like spoilt brats, they broke into this war-dance with a chant of blog-us-out blog-us-out. So, here I give in to their relentless cajoling and set the stage for something even I am unsure of. Let us see where it takes me.