First Post

As I sit here with a coffee mug beside me to plunge into the vast galaxy of prose, I stumble upon the writer’s block yet again. All these years I have been either too lazy or too boring. Life experiences are all you need to write about, they say. You know how they tell about the moments when your whole life flashes across your mind. Well, I don’t. My life seems like a resume after all. I can only remember the bullet points. As if the other aspects of my life were not significant enough. It takes a 4 AM crisis to question the purpose of life and it has become a weekly ritual now. Is it about me, family or some other metric which defines how well I have lived my life? The word “Holistic” peeps from the corner. Too much education has ruined me, I guess.

To start with, I planned to write on my Euro trip experiences. To articulate how mesmerizing it has been so far to make people jealous and feel within myself a sense of pride through achievement of something others don’t have the means to afford. Everything is relative it seems. I won’t write it now though. Not at least in this post. It’s long enough for my first post. I suck at French but I won’t miss this opportunity to show off.

Au revoir!