For the last few days, I have been browsing through the world of blogs- sometimes randomly, but mostly the persons I know or at least have heard about.
Most of these are personal blogs ranging from the accounts of one's foreign stay to how it feels when someone very near to oneself passes away; also loaded with the comments from ones nearer. There are things Dollars can't buy. Not the life at least.
Also existing in the blogging world are some 'frust' veterans whose writings are indeed a treat to the mind. The blogging no longer interests them much and so they might soon find some other mode of expression- leaving yet another 'bhoot' behind.
Then there are Musafirs, who I think have far more time to write than to pursue their journey. They write lengthy posts, hate cutting stories short, and love explaining ground realities so deeply that they look like explainations of something deep down the ground.
Another guy who, like me, is quite a new entrant to blogosphere has both variety and 'taste' in his posts which I must appreciate, but his entry here has been 'reasonably' met with the accusation of picking on others. Then there are others whom I dont know much about, but are helpful to me in the sense that they have maintained a nice list of some bloggers with some politically correct comments on each one (An idea I admit to have borrowed, but am not apologetic for it; because originally it may have been stolen from someone else's soul.)
So far I haven't browsed through all the senses and non-senses available here, some may be there in my list just because their names sound familiar. I might write about them later.
Currently I am anonymous here (though there are hints many can guess), but soon I wud like to shed the burden of anonymity. But I know, identity is a greater burden, a fact that might force me to be anonymous for ever and keep spying the ones who are not. I don't think these people wud feel offended because what they write in a blog is, after all, for others to read...
