Idle.

It's a one time thing. It always is. So, I finally hit the 150 number on the follower list and also the page view hit 30k. Yeah, that is something for me. Over 80% of those people don't visit often. But you would be wondering Then, how come that many hits. That's the point there. I am on a spree of publishing my blog as if it is a classic piece of work. And you all must already be knowing what kind of stuff that I write here. Yeah, That, which you just thought in your mind. 

Its' a one time thing. I have made, motivated and even sort of forced some of my friends to write a blog. Call me insane, for I am. So, some of the guys came up to my idea and started writing. And some other were planing to write but, never did. So, whenever they come across my blog, this is what happens. People woo when they read my about me. Seriously, it is a mix-up of all things! People get a bit amazed when they see the number of blogs I maintain. People get a little startled when they see the snaps I take. Though I try to tell them that I am not the best they have seen, there are a lot waiting for your eyes, they just think that I am a bit better than them. They ask me more about blogging. And then thats' it. I have a blog, do I? They make me feel like this. 

There is a difference between I and me. I am just the face I want them to see. The face that is masked by me. The difference is that they see something which they don't they have. They don't know themselves, like I don't know myself. I am no professional, in any of that stuff. Writing - No. Photography - No. I'm just other amateur learning to weave out of the silk, just feeling the depth of the water before I really dive in. I am confused. 

I am just lost. Lost ? I hear the conscious shout! My conscious believes in fairy tales, the happy endings. Hell No, it doesn't. At least that's I want to believe. That it would end and it would be something good. But the conscious has exactly the opposite thing in mind, though. My conscious says its a trash. The instability is so intense that it has long forgotten that it has lost its path and is wandering the path of unknown leading god knows where. Ever had the feeling that once you never knew familiarizes itself in a span of some days. So, this lost thing which my mind just wanted to overcome became so different that it feels like it knows everything. Practically speaking, lost is the new home. It just disregards the idea of being lost, though the actual thing had to happen. May be the time spent in it has familiarized it so that it feels like the home, but in a new way. Any way to convince would be just waste of time. 

I kind of drifted away into something which doesn't make sense to me at all. Wait a minute, what the hell did I just write? Does that make any sense? See, that what happens when you don't know what you are doing!!! Get a life, dude. Seriously, a real life. Not the one with the crazy-old laptop of yours and that one with the iPod.