Stuck in the 60s - that's what my friends have to say about me. Well can't help it. 60s was a glorious, romantic decade... too attractive to resist holding on to it for an incurable romantic like me. Yes, I am a self-professed incurable romantic and I am stuck in the 60s. Hence, being stuck there it's difficult for me to accept the fast changing technology. So while the world has graduated to short e-mails - that are nothing but remnants of a skeleton which at some not too distant past supported a body known as "letter" - I still remain a hand-written letter loyalist. Even now letter writing pages - hand-made or scented or printed attract me. An ink-pen, a bottle of chelpark ink, white envelops, rose-printed papers, ink smudges, different handwritings, some neatly written letters, some messy, some conatining a picture or a rakhi within the folds... some a hint of perfume... alas where are those beautiful things now?
Like the hand-written letter, the personal diary also held a special charm for me. Many a times on particularly emotional phases of life I have attempted at keeping a diary. But patience is something that I sadly lack and since what I wrote was not read and appreciated by anyone I soon lost interest in it. For a long time I resisted blogging so much so that I didn't even want to know about it for I feared that it would kill the art of diary writing and then many great pieces of literature may never see the light of day!
But again I have another fault - which at times gets better of my love for the things that are old - and that is curiosity and the desire to experiment. Quite contrary I suppose. But that's how it is and that's how I am. So, so much for the first shot. And surprisingly it felt nice. Hope to find myself here more often. Till then bbye!
