THE SNOOPING SCANDAL - A BLESSING IN DISGUISE FOR CONGRESS?

The Snooping Scandal, an expose which basically contained taped conversations between Gujarat’s notorious ex Minister for Home – Amit Shah and a suspended, disgraced and now-a-whistleblower IPS officer GL Singhal.

The conversation was about keeping tabs on the movements and whereabouts of a woman. The reason why it is serious, is, that it was being done at the behest of ‘saheb’ as Amit Shah referred to in the conversation. And it has been safely presumed that the ‘saheb’ is none other than Narendra Modi.

Being a journalist in Ahmedabad, I have had several opportunities to meet Amit Shah. Have met Singhal too on a couple of occasions and it was therefore easy to recognise their voice. I, therefore, have no doubts about the genuineness of the CD. But that’s not what I want to talk about today.

In days to follow, more stories flowed in. A reputed and a senior editor from Ahmedabad with ‘close’ connection to a Congress leader, utilised the position and the power, to reveal how “Modi was in a close relationship” with the woman who was under surveillance. Stories followed. About how Miss M was not only close to Modi but was “an extremely good friend” of Pradeep Sharma too. Stories on How Modi was obsessed about this girl and his possessiveness led to vindictiveness and that’s what led Gujarat Police to act against Pradeep Sharma in the corruption complaints levelled against him.

Miss M’s family denies that Modi did any wrong. Miss M is nowhere to be found for any clarification or an explanation.

More stories emerge. Congress laps it up as an opportunity to disgrace Modi. Last few weeks have been hard on Congress following Modi’s jam-packed rallies across the poll-bound states. Within their own camp, there is gloom with videos of Sheila Dikshit going viral on social media, urging people at her rally, to stay back to “atleast listen to Rahul Gandhi’.

This snooping scandal couldn’t have arrived at a better time.

This is perhaps what Congress was desperately praying for. A god sent opportunity to counter Modi’s rise. A ready-made scoop which can be raised as an assault on Modi. So the Party not only parades its top-most leaders – Kapil Sibal, P Chidambaram to question Modi on the snooping remarks, but also gets their women leaders to hold pressers to keep the momentum going. Another leader from Gujarat, trying desperately to impress the bosses, comes up with a scoop in form of RTI response on how Miss M’s family has benefited from the Modi government and jumps to conclusion that because Modi government gave a huge contract to the Soni family, there’s no doubt that Modi was in a close relationship with Miss M. 

A day after, Pradeep Sharma, the IAS officer, gives interviews to all channels saying that he was persecuted by the Modi government because Modi feared he had some doctored CD. He goes and files an affidavit in the Supreme Court to add some credibility to his claims and increase the threat factor for Modi.

Meanwhile, BJP turns out utterly lazy in defending its Prime Ministerial candidate. Their fire—fighting is so lame that no one is ready to buy their story that it was the father who requested the government ‘to keep an eye’ on his own daughter. And what is even more damning is asking the masses to believe that Modi is foolish enough to accept such a frivolous request.

If nothing, BJP was caught off-guard. Coming up with father’s letter before media and getting it hand delivered to National Commission for Women’s office in Delhi only points out their culpability, if not their compliancy.

And the best part about this entire scandal is how the top-most leaders fighting it out for 2014 – NaMo and RaGa, are tight lipped about it. Modi’s silence can be understood. But I wonder what is stopping Rahul Gandhi, or for that matter, his mother – Sonia Gandhi, from raking this issue.

Instead the mother-son duo has left it on the other ‘lesser mortals’ within their party to continue their tirade against Modi. And as far as Modi is concerned, knowing him, till it comes from Sonia Gandhi or Rahul Gandhi, he will not bother himself with any explanation, clarification or even a mention about this.

But Modi would be mistaken if he thinks that this snooping saga will have no effect on his PM Campaigning. For a person, who has marketed himself, as someone who has no family, and is devoted to working for the nation 24x7; these allegations of being ‘close to a young woman’, ‘sending her silly smses’, ‘spending time with her clandestinely’, ‘using the state machinery to follow a woman who betrayed him’ is bound to set tongues wagging, women thinking and the young electorate doubting his credentials as a clean man.

No wonder, that though late, the Gujarat Government ordered an inquiry into the scandal. Whether it will serve any purpose to find the truth behind this is secondary, for the time being, the BJP has atleast managed to hush the decibel levels of Congress.

First published on: http://namovsraga.com/blog/the-snooping-scandal-a-blessing-in-disguise-for-congress

Even at 43, Rahul baba remains a Mumma's boy!!!

He arrived 55 minutes late.  Around 130 journalists from Ahmedabad were invited for a special interaction with the Gandhi scion at Gujarat University Convention Hall in Ahmedabad. We had been warned thrice by the Special Protection Group (SPG) to switch off our mobile phones. We were told in simple words that if anyone's phone rang during the meet or if anyone tried to take his pictures, their phones would be confiscated. We gladly passed our time checking our mails, Twitter accounts and making small talk as we waited eagerly to meet the Congress Vice- President.

After spending 55 minutes hearing warnings and being told "kindly maintain decorum", Rahul Gandhi walked in with other Congress leaders - Arjun Modhwadia, Shankersinh Vaghela and Gurudas Kamat by his side. The next 5 minutes were wasted welcoming him with a bunch of flowers he didn't care about. Even when he was being welcomed and introduced, he was busy listening to his personal assistant. While shaking his legs continuously, he seemed restless. When he was invited to talk to "us", he finally got up from his chair and took the mic.

I had earlier interacted with Rahul when he met "us" in a similar fashion in February 2009. He was in Ahmedabad campaigning for his party. This time around, after almost four and a half years, "we" were invited again to interact with him. Cameras werent allowed. I took it as an opportunity to atleast learn about him from whatsoever was possible.

When he started to speak, I realised that a lot had changed in these four years. He appeared more confident. He had a lot to say. He began with sharing with us that he knew that the reason why Congress had failed in Gujarat was due to internal factionalism. All the Congress leaders present on the dais, stiffened up on listening to that. But who would raise a voice when Rahul Gandhi was speaking? Sensing that he wasn't exactly being a motivating leader, he quickly added that it wasn't a problem that couldn't be fixed. Dressed in a comfortable white Kurta Pajama, Rahul Gandhi pointed out that how managing the Congress Party was far more "complex" than being the head of NSUI and Youth Congress. For someone who has been working for over five years towards de-centralisation, Rahul was frank enough to admit that the task that he faced was a difficult and a complex one.

"My problem is that too few people run this country. Why should every small decision be taken by a CM or a PM? Why cant the Minister in Charge handle it?," he quipped.

In matter of few minutes, a restless, uninterested Rahul Gandhi, was speaking passionately about his vision for the Congress party.

We moved onto what we all wanted to know. What did he think about Narendra Modi? Did he think about him as a tough competition? What did he have to say about NaMo's growing popularity?

His answer was curt. "We will see what happens. He is BJP's PM candidate. Even in 2009, the press said, we would lose. You all know the results. If you ask about me, I am pretty confident of winning the next elections."

He seemed confident. There was no doubt about it. Even while he was speaking to us, he was using his touchscreen phone to browse. When he looked up, one journalist pointed out his recent outburst at a press conference where he said that the Ordinance was nonsense and it should be torn up.

He acknowledged the criticism that had come his way. But he quickly reiterated that he stood by what he had said. He even asked rhetorically as to why was he being penalised for doing the right thing? Was frank enough to admit that the period since this outburst had been difficult for him and was sorry if it had disturbed anyone. "But I did what my heart said."

A supremely confident Rahul Gandhi spoke his mind before us. He was in command. He recognised and understood the challenges before him. His spontaneous and candid answers displayed his comfort being the Vice-President and the undeclared PM Candidate of country's ruling party.

But it all came crashing down the moment he said, "You know what my Mom said? She said... The words I used were strong. As an afterthought, I agree the words were strong. But the sentiment wasn't wrong."

Even at 43, he remains a Mumma's boy!!!

First published at: http://indiatoday.intoday.in/story/even-at-43-rahul-baba-remains-a-mummas-boy/1/313004.html

Why you should not hesitate to apply for leave, pack your bags and take off as soon as possible!!!

"You guys carry on. My appraisal is due next month. Sorry!"

"I have to save for my post graduation."

"If I get out right now, I wont be able to save enough for my wedding."

"I plan to buy a house soon. Perhaps some other time."

"My parents wont approve. I didnt score well in last term... They expect more."

"I cant ask my boss right now when he himself hasnt taken leave for more than 2 days."

"My husband is under tremendous workload these days. Maybe some other day."

"I am pregnant."

"My baby is really young. I cant handle it."

Reasons are endless.

There will always be some excuse to not be able to get out.

But there's a world beyond work, study, parents, husband, wife, children, appraisals, deadlines...

Those materialistic pleasures --- buying a bigger house, that fancy car, surround sound system for bathroom or upgrading that Ipad or phone... can wait.

Here's what i came across on internet. It might change your thinking.... forever, perhaps!!!

Whatever you choose... Do read this...

Source: Convergemagazine.com

WHY YOU SHOULD TRAVEL YOUNG

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As I write this, I’m flying. It’s an incredible concept: to be suspended in the air, moving at two hundred miles an hour — while I read a magazine. Amazing, isn’t it?

I woke up at three a.m. this morning. Long before the sun rose, thirty people loaded up three conversion vans and drove two hours to the San Juan airport. Our trip was finished. It was time to go home. But we were changed.

As I sit, waiting for the flight attendant to bring my ginger ale, I’m left wondering why I travel at all. The other night, I was reminded why I do it — why I believe this discipline of travel is worth all the hassle.

I was leading a missions trip in Puerto Rico. After a day of work, as we were driving back to the church where we were staying, one of the young women brought up a question.

“Do you think I should go to graduate school or move to Africa?”

I don’t think she was talking to me. In fact, I’m pretty sure she wasn’t. But that didn’t stop me from offering my opinion.

I told her to travel. Hands down. No excuses. Just go.

She sighed, nodding. “Yeah, but…”

I had heard this excuse before, and I didn’t buy it. I knew the “yeah-but” intimately. I had uttered it many times before. The words seem innocuous enough, but are actually quite fatal.

Yeah, but …

… what about debt?

… what about my job?

… what about my boyfriend?

This phrase is lethal. It makes it sound like we have the best of intentions, when really we are just too scared to do what we should. It allows us to be cowards while sounding noble.

Most people I know who waited to travel the world never did it. Conversely, plenty of people who waited for grad school or a steady job still did those things after they traveled.

It reminded me of Dr. Eisenhautz and the men’s locker room.

Dr. Eisenhautz was a German professor at my college. I didn’t study German, but I was a foreign language student so we knew each other. This explains why he felt the need to strike up a conversation with me at six o’clock one morning.

I was about to start working out, and he had just finished. We were both getting dressed in the locker room. It was, to say the least, a little awkward — two grown men shooting the breeze while taking off their clothes.

“You come here often?” he asked. I could have laughed.

“Um, yeah, I guess,” I said, still wiping the crusted pieces of whatever out of my eyes.

“That’s great,” he said. “Just great.”

I nodded, not really paying attention. He had already had his adrenaline shot; I was still waiting for mine. I somehow uttered that a friend and I had been coming to the gym for a few weeks now, about three times a week.

“Great,” Dr. Eisenhautz repeated. He paused as if to reflect on what he would say next. Then, he just blurted it out. The most profound thing I had heard in my life.

“The habits you form here will be with you for the rest of your life.”

The words reverberated in my mind for the rest of the day. Years later, they still haunt me. It’s true — the habits you form early in life will, most likely, be with you for the rest of your existence.My head jerked up, my eyes got big, and I stared at him, letting the words soak into my half-conscious mind. He nodded, said a gruff goodbye, and left. I was dumbfounded.

I have seen this fact proven repeatedly. My friends who drank a lot in college drink in larger quantities today. Back then, we called it “partying.” Now, it has a less glamorous name: alcoholism. There are other examples. The guys and girls who slept around back then now have babies and unfaithful marriages. Those with no ambition then are still working the same dead end jobs.

“We are what we repeatedly do,” Aristotle once said. While I don’t want to sound all gloom-and-doom, and I believe your life can turn around at any moment, there is an important lesson here: life is a result of intentional habits. So I decided to do the things that were most important to me first, not last.

After graduating college, I joined a band and traveled across North America for nine months. With six of my peers, I performed at schools, churches, and prisons. We even spent a month in Taiwan on our overseas tour. (We were huge in Taiwan.)

As part of our low-cost travel budget, we usually stayed in people’s homes. Over dinner or in conversation later in the evening, it would almost always come up — the statement I dreaded. As we were conversing about life on the road — the challenges of long days, being cooped up in a van, and always being on the move — some well-intentioned adult would say, “It’s great that you’re doing this … while you’re still young.”

Ouch. Those last words — while you’re still young — stung like a squirt of lemon juice in the eye (a sensation with which I am well acquainted). They reeked of vicarious longing and mid-life regret. I hated hearing that phrase.

I wanted to shout back,

“No, this is NOT great while I’m still young! It’s great for the rest of my life! You don’t understand. This is not just a thing I’m doing to kill time. This is my calling! My life! I don’t want what you have. I will always be an adventurer.”

In a year, I will turn thirty. Now I realize how wrong I was. Regardless of the intent of those words, there was wisdom in them.

As we get older, life can just sort of happen to us. Whatever we end up doing, we often end up with more responsibilities, more burdens, more obligations. This is not always bad. In fact, in many cases it is really good. It means you’re influencing people, leaving a legacy.

Youth is a time of total empowerment. You get to do what you want. As you mature and gain new responsibilities, you have to be very intentional about making sure you don’t lose sight of what’s important. The best way to do that is to make investments in your life so that you can have an effect on who you are in your later years.

I did this by traveling. Not for the sake of being a tourist, but to discover the beauty of life — to remember that I am not complete.

There is nothing like riding a bicycle across the Golden Gate Bridge or seeing the Coliseum at sunset. I wish I could paint a picture for you of how incredible the Guatemalan mountains are or what a rush it is to appear on Italian TV. Even the amazing photographs I have of Niagara Falls and the American Midwest countryside do not do these experiences justice. I can’t tell you how beautiful southern Spain is from the vantage point of a train; you have to experience it yourself. The only way you can relate is by seeing them.

While you’re young, you should travel. You should take the time to see the world and taste the fullness of life. Spend an afternoon sitting in front of the Michelangelo. Walk the streets of Paris. Climb Kilimanjaro. Hike the Appalachian trail. See the Great Wall of China. Get your heart broken by the “killing fields” of Cambodia. Swim through the Great Barrier Reef. These are the moments that define the rest of your life; they’re the experiences that stick with you forever.

Traveling will change you like little else can. It will put you in places that will force you to care for issues that are bigger than you. You will begin to understand that the world is both very large and very small. You will have a newfound respect for pain and suffering, having seen that two-thirds of humanity struggle to simply get a meal each day.

While you’re still young, get cultured. Get to know the world and the magnificent people that fill it. The world is a stunning place, full of outstanding works of art. See it.

You won’t always be young. And life won’t always be just about you. So travel, young person. Experience the world for all it’s worth. Become a person of culture, adventure, and compassion. While you still can.

Do not squander this time. You will never have it again. You have a crucial opportunity to invest in the next season of your life now. Whatever you sow, you will eventually reap. The habits you form in this season will stick with you for the rest of your life. So choose those habits wisely.

And if you’re not as young as you’d like (few of us are), travel anyway. It may not be easy or practical, but it’s worth it. Traveling allows you to feel more connected to your fellow human beings in a deep and lasting way, like little else can. In other words, it makes you more human.

That’s what it did for me, anyway.

Photos by Geoff Heith

This is what we have done to earth!

A Terrifying, Fascinating Timelapse of 30 Years of Human Impact on Earth - Emily Badger - The Atlantic Cities

My Womb Diary - Part II

Its Dad's birthday!!! We celebrate with all my uncles, aunts and my grandparents!!! Doctor takes a look at me and tells mom that your baby needs to put on more weight. My Momma quietly tells me to stop jumping around and relax... But i am so excited!! Its only going to be a matter of few weeks before I pop.

Treats keep flowing. Love my daily dose of Vanilla Icecream. I swiftly put on weight. But the downside is that there's hardly any space to move around. Cant do my length and breaths anymore. I am floating. I guess my mom has tightened her belly. Its a conspiracy so that I dont roam around. All the food is going to my hips. :) And the weight has forced me into upside down position. Now who lives like this? With his head below and legs above??? But I am super-talented, you remember???

- August 2012

Things are moving fast. Preparations are in full swing for my arrival!! My grandparents have re-arranged Momma's room for my arrival. My dad is on stand-by. Wont be going out of town for business meets. Just when I was about to go to sleep, I over heard Mom instructing Dad what to do if she went into labour. I thought she was already into labour. Otherwise why would she take instructions from Delhi all the time and work long hours??? Maybe they are talking of some different kind of labour. I found it too boring so i dozed off. 

Then one fine evening, when Momma was driving Nani to a cultural program, I felt like peeping out. So I pushed my way out but the umbilical cord entwined around my neck rendered me breathless. I so much wanted to get out. I tell Momma that I cant do it on my own. My Momma tells me to relax... says she will handle it all!! 

I smile and relax... Afterall, thats what Mommas are for! They can handle it all!

Its Ganpati time! But Momma takes ill. She is down with flu. I behave myself. But it only gets worse. Once Momma recovers, my grandparents too take ill.They have to be administered glucose. And then... Dad fell ill.  I help in my own way. I dont trouble Momma. And every once in a while, I knock on the womb walls, so that she knows I am with her!!! Momma smiles and shares this with Dad. Dad too is smiling now. They both respond and tap on the belly to say Hi!!! And in all this, Daddy got well. I have magical powers to heal, you see!! 

Its 23rd September. I was due today. But Momma is relaxed. In no hurry for my arrival. Instead she proposes to go for Barfi!!! So I go on my last outing inside her. I must say, I loved the Choco-almond cone and Ranbir Kapoor....

On 24th September, Mom and Dad visit Dr Banker! He is not too keen to wait. Says lets get the little one out. So everyone goes into frenzy. Both grandmas' start looking for auspicious time. Mom is asked not to have any food. From that moment on, she only thinks about food. To make matters worse, Dad orders Dominoes for everyone. Chintan kaka, Vrushti Kaki, Aara, Arjun Kaka arrive at hospital. Everyone is super excited!! I hear my Devam Mama too is rushing to Ahmedabad. All this activity tires me out. I decide to take a nap as I will be finally facing the world in some time. 

And before I know it... My arrival is announced. At 4.34, I finally meet my Momma. She's beautiful. Just as i imagined. She has the broadest smile on her face. Just as i imagined. I hold her fingers. The same ones she said hi!! and caressed me with. She holds me tight in her arms as everyone arrives to take a look at me. Dad is speechless... almost with tears in his eyes!!! Afterall, I am his duplicate. The same features, same traits and in love with the same girl. We both thank Momma. :) 

And this time, as I go into Daddy's arms, Momma dozes off!!!

- September 2012

My womb diary!!!

My Journal ---

"Doctor has just conveyed to my parents that I am on my way. It is still time before I actually arrive but i can sense the euphoria. Both of them are surprised. My mom has tears even as Doctor gives her basic, simple instructions on what to do and what not to do. My dad is overwhelmed. He senses the tears welling up in mom's eyes and carefully puts his arm around her. 

They walk out of that cabin quietly holding hands. Mom looks around... women with bellies at different stages in their pregnancy. She already starts dreaming of a new wardrobe. Dad is still stunned. Slowly realising that his life is going to change forever. 

Both head for Deshna. Its my nana-nani's anniversary and they are all going to meet for dinner. But will they tell them about me right now?"

- 25th January 2012

"We are expecting a baby, announces mom to my grandparents. I knew they wont be able to tell them right away. Mom has already started caressing her belly. I like it. Its like she is saying Hi! to me. Dad awaits the reactions. And as expected both the set of grandparents are super happy. Hurray... I am on way. But shhhhh... its going to be a secret for some time. Meanwhile I head for my first vacation with my parents to GOA."

- 26th January 2012

"I am kicking up a storm inside. Its dark and i feel like i am in a swimming pool. I swim around the whole time. Even when i am sleeping. My little nose, ears, eyes, fingers and legs are growing rapidly. And i love the food that is coming my way. Such a great life. Have to do nothing. The food arrives timely. I rest, I sleep. And when i am all rejuvenated, i go splashing around in my private pool. Life is good.

But seems like my mom is exhausted. Right now, I am her little private secret. She takes me to Ambaji, Godhra, Vadodara and is running behind Narendra Modi. I couldnt sleep properly when Mr Modi talked loudly on the microphone. And my mother keeps munching almonds. Where's the icecream momma?? Its so hot. Bring it on."

- February 2012

"I have found something new to do. Besides eating, sleeping and swimming, i can now suck my thumb. And Doctors just took my first picture. :) I smiled broadly and proudly. Just wanted to tell momma how happy i am inside. Mom is thrilled to see me. And Dad is ecstatic. Dad finally tells all and sundry in the family that i am on way. My arrival announcement is celebrated and my first picture is shared with all. Dad says I am just like him. Afterall, only the most talented can suck their thumb and appear so beautiful in their first picture. 

My mom meanwhile keeps pestering the doctor. She wants to know whether I am a girl or a boy. She's super curious types, you know. Only if she knew that she did have to wait patiently to know this. Everything cant be googled. I am enjoying this looming question in my mom's mind. Love teasing her. My dad meanwhile wants to wait till my arrival. But his preference is clear. How I wish my Mom knew that I am going to be a Daddy's boy."

- March 2012

"Ufff... Its hot. Unbearable. My mom is struggling to keep me a secret. She cant bear the sun. It makes her puke. Once it got so bad, she had to run out of the Court, find a secluded corner to puke. I wish she feels better soon. Dad doesnt like that she's puking on roads. Suggests that she gets brown paper bags. Now only if he knew what it means to have me inside him... hahaha!!! I am a tough cookie to crack!

Meanwhle, I have pinky cheeks, long legs and i now know how to move my hands and legs. I knock on the insides to share this new trait with my momma. I knock on the womb walls... and she feels it. Her hand promptly responds to say Hi!!! I jump in ecstasy. I do a little gig, clap my hands, wobble around and zzzz... am fast asleep. Afterall, how much can i do at 20 weeks??

But while i am partying and snoozing, Dad is all worked up. There was a fire in the factory. Next day a man who comes to repair the roof, falls off. Like Humpty Dumpty. Mom and Dad have to cancel their Malaysia trip. Dad struggles to get his office in order. After several bribes, inspection and 'a yagna to pacify errant planet', things return to normalcy."

- April 2012

"I have dreams now. I converse with God. I tell him how I am having a wonderful time. I tell God how I want to attend AR Rahman's concert as soon as I am outside. I tell him how Vanilla Icecream tastes yummy and Mangoes are his best creation. And I also tell him how Dad tickles me at night. I break into laughter and then i am so tired after doing so much that i doze off. 

And i wake up to this amazing coffee and muffin, before I have to rush to office with Momma. Momma works hard. All day long. When she is having a tough time, I wobble around, shake my hands and limbs to say that I am thinking of her. It somehows helps her relax. And she smiles. She murmurs, She loves me, and gets back to work."

- May 2012

"Finally Mom and Dad decide to take a vacation. Hurray!!! 

I am in Kuala Lumpur. My amazing buas have come to fetch us. The city is intriguing. I try Nasi Goreng and other Malaysian stuff... but still... where's my Subway?? My eggs?? I make do with Milo Ice. I am pampered in Penang. Momma takes me for a walk, a drive around the Gurney Drive and I love Rambutan. 

Finally i taste Pizza. And Pasta. I wonder why Momma kept me away from these delicious things till now. Maybe we can have it only on vacation. But I love it. 

A superb thing happens. While I swim in my Momma's womb, Momma and Daddy swim together at Langkawi... watching the sun set. And then all three of us have Pizza and Ice Tea. God, if this is how Life is going to be, make it happen soon."

- June 2012

"I come back to Mumbai. Uffff.... so much noise. And so hot. But thank god, we arent going to be here for long. I am on my way to attend Prerana Masi's wedding in Pune. Yipppeeee... my first wedding. But more than Prerana Masi, its Janki Masi who is super excited. I am due 23rd Sept and she is sure that I will be out only the next day, which happens to be her birthday. God... how girls behave?? And why do they jump even in their thirties?? Only little ones like me are around to jump....

Time for me to do my little gig.... Bring on the music, Momma!!

But instead of just switching on the bathroom speakers, the whole family gathers for a gig. Momma dresses up in a Sari and she is sooooo beautiful. :) There's a small pooja to welcome me. And we all celebrate with a treat. Everyone present, shower my Momma and me with their blessings!!! Such beautiful people. Thank you God!!"

- July 2012

Come back!

Have been thinking since a month to resume blogging...

One of the reasons why I stopped blogging was because I got on to social networking sites like twitter and Facebook.

More the mediums for expressing oneself, lesser the motivation to duplicate it on different forums.

I have kept twitter only for professional expressions. And it's a great source of learning. I get trolled badly every time I criticise @narendramodi. But twitter provides a great platform to know strangers and their staunch views and opinions.

Facebook is private. For friends and family. To share personal and private thoughts, photos, plans.

But the urge to write has made a come back.

I hope to write more frequently from now onwards.

And with blogger app on my smartphone, I can pen down a blog whenever time permits, without having to wait till I can sit at some place with my laptop.

So here's a toast to my come back. I might have lost some sheen... But regular posts will definitely improve my writing.