I Inspired

It gives a real good feeling to see that what you do is at times liked and adored by people around you. It is liked by them so much that they go to the extent of saying - 'you inspire me'. And such is a story about a friend of mine who had 6 first loves and 2 true loves(thats what he Claims - at which i exClaim). He doesn't drink, he doesn't smoke, he has no such "bad habits", and girls dig him. I wonder how. But thats not what I am writing about. I a writing about how what inspired him and how.

He went through mine and Sid's blogs when we both were wasted and lying half dead on my bed. He followed a few more links to check out more blogs, and found that we actually write good stuff without ever intending to do so. We just write what comes to our head right... and not a literary masterpiece - well not always at least. And this is what he liked. The thought of being able to document what's on top of your mind so that later on when you are in all your senses, you can retrace and enjoy all those moments once again. Over and over again. As many times as you want. Like I still enjoy reading my post about earning money and the one with ghosts in it. I cherish those moments. They are an intricate part of my elaborately ugly past, which is as of now lost somewhere, at times intentionally oblivious to me. But I still cherish them.

And Sattu was sold on this idea. He started his own blog which you can find here. Hope this turns out to be a good experience for him. I am sure it will be. After all, he was inspired by me(too :P).