A century in cricket is generally a sign of respectability, even if a batsman might have plodded to it. I feel like one of those lower order batsmen who are still unsure of how they managed a hundred! This is my 100th post even though it is not about anything. ( Not counting the 3 last year)
I started writing here last year and was generally unsure of whether it would continue. I am still here which perhaps shows that one should remain unsure of most things. I am not prolific by any means but I try to be regular and write whenever I can. Sometimes I try to write in spite of myself. I started to write ages ago but those poems and what I then called Notes are within the pages of diaries, small, now mellow notebooks, margins dirty and much thumbed, too much saliva and too little sense.
I was searching last year for something on Satantango when it all started and I discovered Dispatches from Zembla. I found it delightful and quite readable and I felt that perhaps I too could muster myself to try and write. Since then, I have discovered other fine blogs too, but Alok and Antonia are the two that shall remain linked to the child like delight of early posts. I thank you both for reading this blog. I admire your blogs for they have inspired me to be here still! I also thank the mysterious alpha2Omega, who encouraged me when it all seemed thin ice. May be one day, I will persuade him to write too! ( His contribution at present is unvoiced reproach)
I try my best to avoid being shrill and too opinionated and my own prejudices and lack of clarity must be forgiven.