Six years ago I wrote my first post and here I am today writing my 1000th post. Yes, the thousandth post on LOL! Phew! I cannot believe that I have written so many posts here. This was my first post and I still remember how skeptical I was about publishing it. Blogging was relatively a new concept in 2009 and very few had treaded there. When a friend saw a few poems that I had written, she asked me to start a blog. Heartbroken and sad, I needed a distraction. That was when I started this space. To pour out my feelings and everything that was happening in my life. Poems, fiction, rant, frustrations - this place has seen everything. Today as I write this, I feel a sense of satisfaction and acceptance. For making it this far and for lasting all this while.
My blog has been my best friend all these years. Every feeling and emotion of mine has found its place here. From a heartbreak to falling in love again and again. My poems are a piece of my heart and every story of mine has a part of me. Every rant and frustration echoes everything in my mind. This place is just like me. Straight forward and no nonsense. I have carefully chosen not to use the word bold here, as it makes me feel like I write porno content. I write the truth. The raw unfabricated truth. And this is not something that everyone can accept. Owing to this, my blog has been prone to a large number of controversies. I didn't care then, I don't care now. My genuine readers know me and love me for exactly who I am. The others who come in just to keep a tab on my life are the ones who look to find comparisons and dial to spread the word.
Yes, I have written about a lot of people in my blog. Both in a good and a bad way. But whatever has been written is true. How do I know that you ask? The very fact that people relate it to themselves and get angry about it. Had it not been true, they would not have been able to relate to it. If I had mentioned a name, then it would have been something else altogether. Now that I think of it, I should have mentioned the name and should have probably linked it back to their Facebook accounts! Wow, how awesome would that have been. People read and dissect every word. Then print outs are taken and circulated. Then calls are made to discuss the content and me. No wonder they say that weak minds discuss people and strong minds discuss ideas.
I do make money out of my blog. I write sponsored posts and I have no problem with it. I only accept topics that I can relate to and I quote my price. No compromise there. Book reviews are done on the request of the author who sends me the book, or a book that I have recently read that I bought myself. If I feel like talking about it, then I do a review. I have received fair amount of criticism for my book reviews as well. Some say that my reviews are biased, some say that it is too detailed and some say that I am way too harsh with the concept. I don't care. I am someone who grew up reading classics and I know my expectations very well. With Indian authors I know what to look for and do not over expect. My reviews are my view points and more often than not I have way too many of them. My reviews are indeed very detailed and I talk about every point that bothered me or the ones I liked. Most of the authors send me their books for review for this quality of mine alone. They want an honest and unbiased review. That is what I give them.
My blog is also like a news paper to some people. Any one who wants to know anything about me or the people in my life stalk my blog like there is no tomorrow. Since my blog is linked to my Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest and Instagram accounts, people know everything about what I do. And that does not bother me at all. Else, why would I link my other accounts to my blog? Some jobless housewives sit and stalk me on all my accounts and tell others that I am in regular touch with them and give them details about whom I meet and what occasions I attend. This makes me feel like a celebrity. After all I stalk Kangana Ranaut online for her sense of fashion and I blog about it often as well. Some others spend days thinking about a particular character I wrote about and try to decipher who that could be. Try that with my fiction posts. Now that would be some challenge!
If people say that I write bold stuff, then so be it. If people say that I write vulgar stuff, so be it. If people say that I am not a good writer, then so be it. Atleast I don't have to fabricate stuff to write about. Ah wait, actually I do write fabricated stuff. I call them fiction. I am here today writing my 1000th post, while all of them are sitting jobless at home doing what they were doing six years ago; stalking others and spreading gossip aka nothing of use.
All this hate is just a drop in the ocean of love that I receive every day. I have met so many fantastic bloggers out here and have made so many friends. My parents have encouraged me to write more and more and write whatever I feel like. As long as it is the truth. It is funny at times. I write something thinking that it is a rumor, but the concerned person creates such a furor over it and proves that it is true. Almost all the credit of this blog goes to my husband. For standing by me through all controversies and drama. For reading all my posts and providing feedback. For loving my poems and stories. For motivating to write more everyday. For calling me his inspiration to write. Without his support, I would never have got this far.
So here we are. At 300 odd followers and close to five lakh page views, this place has continued to rise since its inception six years ago. A thousand posts is just a small milestone, I still have a lot more to go. People can say or do what ever they want to, I shall continue to write. And as usual I'm not going to be bothered about any of them.
Because this is my place and I can write what ever I want to.