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What a name?!!?

I remember the first time I blogged. I thought I was doing it for fame. I was hoping to be a good writer, and wanted to be the most famous blogger in the blogosphere, just as every computer student wants to become Bill Gates, or Richard Stallman, or Steve Jobs, or Larry Page.

I started with my poems. A few months later, I didn't like them. I started a story then. The name was: What a name?!!?. I wrote 6-7 posts and got impressive comments. Somehow, I failed to continue it. I forgot all about blogging.
Then suddenly, India Student Partner program started an "Every MSP must have a blog" scheme, and I felt I needed a rather tech blog. So I shifted to www.nicenotes.spaces.live.com.
As usual, I ran out of either ideas or time to blog each night.

Today while writing this, I asked myself a question: Why do I blog? For fame? So that some cool (hot, actually) girl discovers my hidden talent and becomes a fan for real? So that I can boast about my creativity?

The answer is: NO.

I blog because I want to speak out. Enough of aliasing life. I want to speak out. I want to scream, shout... I want to express myself.

Bill G said, "One night, while we are asleep, all that we have will turn against us, and we will wake up with nothing in our hands...."

A man who has started from scratch won't take much time in starting it all over again. It will be speedier, and much more organized :P

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