Jotted the dotted

Off late writing has become my new time pass...not yet hobby.
It’s amazing, how the thing that I hated in my childhood has become my favorite time pass. I remember as a school boy the only times i used to write something creative were the essays in exams and I hated them so much...now I wonder, what transformed me?

Friend tell me that you have become really active in last few days...blogs and all
but those who know me well will accept that this has always been going on in my 'HEAD'. it's just that, now i have started jotting them down.
My blogs are not meant for revolution, brain storming, social awareness or for that matter, any great cause.
They are just what I think...
Isn't that's how they should be?
Sometimes we want to talk but not to anyone and certainly not to yourself. The blogs give you feeling that your thought are now out there ...open can be read by anyone...but no face to make you awkward. May be this is the very subtle feeling in any writer's mind that provokes writing.
I do not care about the literary value of my blogs...because they are precisely not aimed for that.
Yes, they are what I am...a shade of what i have been and a tinge of what I will be.

Complicated by compliments

Compliment...Can this word has any tinge of Negativity? Naaah I think not.
Still we are always afraid to give complements to strangers.
Sometimes you see beautiful girl standing right besides you and you feel like just telling her that she is looking beautiful. No expectations...no dreams...no further...may be you will and you do forget her just as you leave the place.
The mere fact that she is a complete stranger, makes you feel complimenting is quite inappropriate.
Dedicated to all those girls, who looked amazingly beautiful...but did not receive any compliments from me.