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Policy Change

Why do people blog? Some do it out of curiosity, some do it to touch upon a social or other issue, some do it for the heck of it. Blogs are almost always thematic. I blog to chronicle my life, something that has often stopped me from publishing issues that would have been a lot more alluring to others. Tempting though it may have been (& I have sometimes fallen for it), it would have a deviation from what my blog was originally meant to serve (golden memories).

Since I've never assumed anonymity, I've had to be careful with my posts. What makes the situation so tricky is that there's no calibration to help us tread the safe line. Being very liberal, I've often blogged on issues that have left many people with ruffled feathers. Being constantly forced to cut-to-size has finally left me feeling stifled. This is definitely not my way of writing.

So I've finally chosen the middle path. I'll posts potentially inflammatory accounts, but...they'll not be made public immediately. I'll grant the issues a cooling-period of 20 years. Only then will they be made public. Rest assured they'll be highly sensational, but you'll be made to slog to hunt for them through the archives!

So how many of my already published posts would qualify for a sensation? None! My deepest secrets were never published. There's a sense of betrayal in not being true to my soul. Thus the change of policy! Let me live life a little dangerously.

So stay tuned...for at least 20 years if u wanna understand the enigma that's me!!!!!
I'm assuming I'll survive that long!

Comments

Anonymous said…
Grrr....there better not be anything about me in those secret posts.
Anonymous said…
Archives!! Well..something tells me I'm good at digging ;)

oh and Sameer..A very happy belated birthday to you! Had I known I'd have wished earlier.. Despite our battles, I hope u had a good one ;)
If there are any wild stories to share...i'm all ears..just so u know..

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