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Finally I am here....

I have views on so many things in life but no place or platform to share... For any current topic I would have my views as well but no discussion forum. I would get ideas at the weirdest of times and moments when I can't even write in my diary.... and finally today i have after much procastination created my own blog...

when i was deciding a name for my blog I thot of all sensible names but all were taken and then i came with this one... "kabtak"

sounds quite apt... I want to use this space to pen my thots on everything around me from Jessica lal, to Bush visit to cricket frenzy to the changing media scenario to the changing value system and everything else....

Life around us is so full of activity.... and i am amazed how the surroundings with so much happenings never really bothered me earlier... we all are so preoccupied in our own lives that the social structure and all that is woven around it never crossed my horizons. I never realised why i am a supporter of a particular political party... why I like A person and hate B person, why I feel the way I do for women's rights or tribal issues or art and heritage issues.... I just use to say things heard and understood from elders....
I never bothered to understand the dynamics of this society, of the city or the country or why people feel the way they do about things...

Der se hi sahi par ab bahut kuch samajh aane laga hai... apne bare main aur samaaj ke bare main... hence the desire to pen my thots.... joining aajtak has alot to do with this transformation... so i hope to see myself here often... and the "kabtak may some day become abtak"

Comments

gC. said…
Kya baat hai, welcome to the world of blogging. I would add my thots too... Dont you worry!

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