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Questionnaire for my regular readers

  • How often do you visit my blog?
  • What do you like/dislike about it?
  • What would you like to see more/less of?
  • Is the page layout simple enough?
  • Any anomalies/irritants?
  • How would you rank the general quality of content?
  • Has my blog infringed on the privacy of others?
  • Should the content be more radical/conservative?
  • What can be done to improve the overall quality?

You don't have to answer them individually. Just a summary would suffice.


Anonymous said…
Your posts are very good in general. Sometime the surprises at the end are shocking and funny as well. But we want to see something on LOVE ,,, and some of your own experience on the same context...
SO plz pen some thing down on that...thoughts on beauty,sex,evil ,agony,pain are welcome too.
Anonymous said…
LOL nilotpal has some great suggestions. Besides, Deep, I believe you're overdue on that love posting you promised us a while back.

I'd like to know: what is your planned course of action once you collect this feedback?
Deepanjan said…
Nilu, that's a long list! Covering the emotional gamut would be a dream come true for any blogger. I'm waiting for life to grant me more experiences; maybe the not-so-ugly ones will find their way into my pages.

Unlike an autobiography, personal blogs get published instantaneously...which may adversely affect people and events. I've tried to find a workaround by using secret posts. But has been guilty of obliterating at least one of them till now! You'll have to have some patience for the veil to be lifted!
Deepanjan said…
Zoya, that 'love' posting will be a lot more conservative than originally envisaged. My colleagues go thru my posts & if they come across something hard to digest, I'll surely be treated as an outcast!!! And ya, that post is overdue. I was supposed to publish it last Sunday, but you could blame power outage for the change of plans.

Planned course of action after getting the feedback? Just fine tune the content. I feel the quality has suffered a lot in the recent past.

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