Thursday, June 10, 2010


I have, somehow, found in me a new urge to write a personal journal. It could at best be a petty note of mediocre events in my journey of life and a scrap-book at worst. However, this is less desired and more unwanted. Therefore, I wish to give this piece of personal literature the name and character of “reflections”, for, 'Autobiographies' – which name I don’t dare to have for this mere write-up - have traditionally remained the fancy of the well-known or those in whose lives are “the happenings”. Thus reflections – the inner voice that we all hear and respond to – appear to me a better name.

I will want to make deliberate attempts to prevent the rather too personal, unworthy, and unreal experiences from creeping into this work. Reflections have not the place for them.

Needless to mention, I am, or precisely my reflections, are as influenced by my people, place, circumstances and books as are others by theirs'. Therefore, I should – and sure would I – make all efforts at avoid taking credits or otherwise of my reflections for my own self.

I, before closing, should mention the very purpose of this literature. Well, it’s the written form of my conversations with myself - which of course happens on a daily basis . I wish to read this sometime later in my life and try to look back. :-)

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