Let the Games, err…Blogging Begin!

So I’ve finally decided to take the big leap. Yes folks, Hajera has finally decided to become a blogger; or rather, Hajera has finally succumbed to the dark and deadly forces of peer pressure – all the other kids are doing it; why should I be left behind? That, and the secret thrill I get when I think of finally being able to pen down all those fleeting thoughts that emerge out of nowhere and disappear into oblivion before I even have a chance to grasp them. And I think we can all relate to that to some degree – in the least expected moment comes a least expected thought … there you are uncomfortably glued to the couch in the living room of your least favourite aunt fulfilling those darn family obligations. You can scarcely wait till you get out of there. You’re glancing up at the ceiling for the 1,349th time and then, of all a sudden, just when you least expected to be bothered by it, you think of … (allow imagination to fill in blank). I would gladly tell you what unwelcomed thought crossed my warped mind, but I anticipate quite a few disapproving, furrowed-eyebrow looks that my beloved mother much too often dedicates to me.

Going back to some level of seriousness, what finally convinced me to set aside my insecurities and do this was my passion for writing. I love to write. There’s something to be said about being able to give perfect shape and form to those muddled thoughts in your head so that when they’re finally formulated, even the writer is taken aback by the sheer surprise that such profoundness should emanate from the mind as it hurriedly guides the pen lest those thoughts evade paper and ink. Our ability to create and use language in such a fashion is truly miraculous and a great blessing.

So as I bid farewell to those nights where pen and paper were hurriedly shoved aside by one hand and bed-side lamp quickly turned off with the other at the slightest indication of parental awareness of the literary ongoings in the nightly hours, I welcome the delightful clicking away on the keyboard, that in some magnificent manner unbeknownst to the likes of me, will transport my humble musings to the mysterious domain known as cyberspace, as I attempt to make sense of the muddled swirls of nothingness that lay claim to this slightly crazy, slightly delusional mind. Excuse the run-on sentence.