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Brain of a blogger

 A month ago,

It was a pleasant Sunday afternoon and I was feeling lazy and nothing important pending works , though busy with chatting to friends and responding to facebook likes, dislikes, comments, sharing and all. In the meantime I was reading some articles coming across the journey to facebook via blogs were linked to fb. I have got reflection of thought over a last one year of having a blog and my own collection of articles. So I can afford thousands of likes and atleast hundreds of sharing.
All of a sudden a NEW idea came to my mind, while reading a blog linked to facebook. Readers might be laughing. Actually it was not new to others, but it is very “NEW” to me . I had a thought over the topic for two hours. Ok..final. I will write something creative and entirely different. Now as I was ready with all equipment and tools just like laptop, cup of boost on my side table, good snacks, and of course I already had a very heavy lunch   as I am going to do the most hard working job (hard working job only for me) and some good articles, shhh…not to copy only for inspiration. How people can write so effectively , from where they got such huge ocean of thinking and views. Some articles are really good and huge inspiration for me to write. I really appreciate the hard work, stress, time, efforts put by those writers. Then ready…steady…go…
Now million dollar question arise. What to write? Which topic I should take for narration. While reading an article I pay my full attention just like listening to preaching. Should I write on love, romance as the topic is evergreen hot. Naa…I cant write on this topic as this is too  weird to write a single word. So far I have not received any fall or rise in love. I thought of writing something on good values and moral teachings. Suddenly a “me” from myself appeared before me (remember the  scene from movies when the hero is in full dilemma, nobody is there to support him. At that time the same “me” of hero appears to show him path) exactly in the same manner My “me” appeared and told me what are the moral ethics and values you possess which you are going to narrate. You should not make people fool. Do you like any kind of moral values or ethics.” It was an eye opening suggestion; I gave up my idea on writing on moral value.
Then I choose a topic of Politics. Aha…my heart danced with joy,  it will definitely work. Everybody seems interested in politics in their own way. As a second thought covered my mind  as everybody has their own opinion, their own self, their own passion, their own mindset on politics then who is going to read MINE nonsense theory when they have their own interpretations for everything. Last but not the least I started on writing on serious emotions.
How a person experience to different kind of situations and how does he feel about those situations and how he reacts to it.
Adding some new words to my dictionary to enhance the quality of  article. Almost ready with a proper draft of an article in my brain, I heard sound of doorbell. I stood and went  irritatingly to see who dared to disturb me on the way to write milestone article .
As I opened the door, all my thoughts, irritation, ideas of likes, dislikes, sharing, popularity vanished all of a sudden. My friends appeared at the door and waiting for me to join them to play a cricket match. I can't resist my self and went with them. I came back to home with too tired and stressed body . After having good sleep of more than 10 hours. Mind was all clear.



 Next Sunday while having a look on articles once again, a smile came to face  remembering previous Sunday’s efforts and I dropped the plan of writing a good article worth of thousands likes and atleast hundred shares.

Thanks for reading! 


#Mk





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