I like this!

i really do!
i mean it's just poetic that this thing is called something that sounds as meaningless as 'blog'!

this brings back another childhood memory.
when i was old enough to have memory, my parents moved into a one-room flat system building. so the door was always shut. and mostly i was alone at home. may be a cat.
anyway,
so they realised that leaving such a small kid alone is not a good idea and i should be watched over. since i totally refused to be watched over by strangers, they decided that i should go to my grandma, who lives alone in a chawl. so they asked the woman who used to drop me to kindergarten and bring me back to drop me to grandma's instead.

since childhood i have the tendency to become popular in small groups. (at least in the begining, the tendency extends to becoming the laughing stock in long term. i'm not old enough to know what happens next in the tendency. anyway.) so i became popular with the kids in the chawl almost instantly and everybody wanted to be my best friend and everybody wanted me to visit them etc.

but at lunch hour, one must go to one's home. so i finally did enter my granny's house who declared that i'd not get any food untill i got out of the school uniform and got into cute clothes that i wore at home.
my gran's house in the chawl was also a one room and it had a common balcony that faced a row of other houses. mostly houses of my new found friends.
since it was a one room hall, i relaised that i'd have to change in front of my gran, who i decided i didn't know enough.
when i had to change in fron of strangers at home, i'd go into the bathroom . but here, no such system seemed to exist. so i took my cute clothes, walked out the door, into the common balcony and took off my uniform. as i was wearing my home clothes, thnking i should not have to go through this for lunch, i heard my gran laugh, and i saw around and noticed that most my newfound friends were staring at me from their houses right accross.

i think a blog is this sort of a common balcony where you strip yourself naked in front of newfound people as you hide yourself from the ones that are actually closer to you.

it's like writing how you hate your parents and your best friend on a piece of paper and then origaming it into a boat and sending it down the gutter, hoping a stranger would rescue you.

hmm..
before you start analysing, let me tell you, i'm an only child and i was loved immensely and genuinely by both my parents. i'm not a teen ager and this blog is not about me and my parents.
and i'm male.
23 years old.
etc.