The first after many

So here I am finally. I am not sure what to do with this blog but I guess I will learn soon enough. The first question anyone reading this blog will probably ask (if such a creature ever exists), is why now? The only answer to that is another question - why not? Now is as good a time as any. Better late than never as the Income Tax department says. Besides, as has been pointed out innumerable times by friends and wives, I have an exceedingly weak memory and a blog presents a fascinating opportunity to document my life and times, making a record of everything and providing alibis when needed. Also, it makes it easy for me to track my own opinions on issues as and when they change (the opinion as well as the issues on which they are based). But enough said. What is a good word count limit for a first blog? 176 seems to be as good a number as any so I will stick with it. Until next time.

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  1. seekingahaJanuary 27, 2010 at 10:42 PM

    the 176 could have been as any, people would have read it any ways as always. A very sticky 176, I must admire like any. :) Mallik

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