Century On Debut

Oh. I didnt realize. What with Sachin missing it twice now, and my life so busy spreading sweetness and light, not to mention raging at the raging purple sky these days, it utterly escaped me. Until now, of course.

I would like to thank all of you. Each and every one. Those who come every day, those who come once a week. Even the ones who flitted past briefly touching my blog-strings with half-pornographic links, never to return again. I dont know if everyone who reads this place comments or not. I wish you would, if indeed you exist. I thank you too, in case you do respire silently in the dim lights.

Blogging, I always say and force to convince, is a solitary exercise. As is all writing. But those who read my blog matter to me. Its a funny thing. As I look at that previous sentence, I hesitate over what to address you all as. To call you "my readers" would seem too presumptuous. To call you "my crowd" would be too self-adulatory. To call you "my people" would just be a whole new Moses complex. I do personify all of this routinely, of course. I have been presumptuous to the point of pomposity. I am self-adulatory enough to run down Narcissus. I have been a far greater Moses than Moses was to his people, when it comes to addressing you. But I wont do all the naatak just now.

It matters greatly that people read and people comment. Its one of the things keeping me going. Sometimes, it gives me fodder for new things to yap about. I enjoy irritating people sometimes, just pushing them inch by inch to see how far I can go. I like to outrage people, the same way.

But today, ignoring the other reasons I blog, I would just thank the people who read me. And say nice things sometimes. This is blog post #103. Somehow, by lucky accident, my 100th post has been exactly the way I would have wanted it to be. A profound, spiritual journey to find my inner being (and its porn-star name).

This is a profound journey too. Fortunately, with lots of fellow travellers.