Bade josh-o-kharosh mein blogging shuru to ki thi lekin his tarah kuch arse baad har cheez ka maza aur wo josh nahin rehta jo shuruaat mein hota hai wohi haal blogging ka bhi hua. Kuch to masroofiyat ki wajah se blogging mein kami aa gai aur phir na jaane kya kya khayal dimaagh mein aane lage.
Kabhi ye ke is sab ka haasil kya hai.
Kya waaqai koi padhega ya bus like like kar ke aage badh jaaenge?
To kabhi ye khayal ke bekaar hai just a waste of time.
Sach bataaen to humen sirf aur sirf kisi review ya comment padh kar hi tasalli hoti. Like to jis ko nahin bhi pasand ho wo bhi kar dete hain bus dil khush karne ke liye. Koi khaali nahin baitha hota hai posts padhne ke liye and I mean it. Is daur mein jo aapko apna waqt de wo bohot qeemti hai. But I can understand not everyone has the time to read it all. It’s ok in that case.
Waste of time, useless aur na jaane kya kya socha lekin phir bhi chod to nahin paae. Blog to nahin kiya itne arse mein magar na jaane kitne blog ban ban ke reh gae. Dimaagh mein hi roz blog likhte, sochte aur yunhin chod dete. Kabhi itne dinon mein wo sab likha nahin aur kabhi likhna chaaha to waqt ne ijaazat nahin di. Lekin dimaagh ne to apna kaam jaari rakhe. I couldn’t help writing blogs in my mind. Sochte rahe ke nahin koi blog karenge magar alfaaz to jaise dil se nikal kar dimaagh mein kahin ja kar darj hote chale ja rahe the.
Blogging I feel is an extension of my childhood hobby diary writing. I’ve always loved it. I thought of quitting blogging but then I felt, one last time and I’m still going on. Har thode din mean aisa lagta hai ye baat to share karni hi chaahiye. Haan ye aur baat hai ke itne regular nahin hain lekin humaare khayal se something is better than nothing.
Oh boy! Those were lovely days. Diary writing was so wonderful and a good way of recording memories. Jab chote the to ye soch kar kabhi nahin likha ke diary writing could be a way of reforming or analysing oneself. Bus yunhin likhte the. Lekin ab kuch purana likha hua padhte hain to hansi aati hai. How dumb and foolish was I.
Blogging is fun but I bet nothing can beat a book and a pen. There’s something so special about books. You have memories attached to them and I’m sure you can’t feel the same way about a blog. We make an emotional connection with books.
Nonetheless blogging is here to stay. It’s the best way to share your thoughts with people all across the world about anything and everything in your own way. Bus ek kharaabi hai banda post par likes ke chakkar mein pad jaata hai. I never want to fall into that trap. This is the only reason why I never like people simply liking my posts. Like it only if you like it.
Kisi pe kisi tarah ka koi compulsion nahin hai. Sab ki apni pasand hai. Pasand aae to like kariye napasand ho to hargiz like mat kariye. I’m sorry I know this is sounding so rude but somehow that is how I like it.
Well, as I come towards the end of this I must tell you honestly I feel I’m just rambling. Baat kahan se shuru karte hain aur kahan le jaate hain. I just write what comes to mind and whatever is in my heart. It’s not the right way to write but it’s just Straight from the heart ♥️ and this is why my blogs tag line is Whispers of the heart.
Likhne, padhne aur kehne sunne ki baat chali hai to Sahir Ludhianvi ki ye khoobsurat nazm pesh e khidmat hai. Enjoy
Main pal do pal ka shaair hoon pal do pal meri kahani hai
Pal do pal meri hasti hai pal do pal meri jawani hai
Mujh se pehle kitne shaair aae aur aa kar chale gae
Kuch aanhen bhar kar laut gae kuch naghme gaa kar chale gae
Wo bhi ek pal ka hissa the main bhi ek pal ka hissa hoon
Kal tum se juda hojaaoonga go aaj tumhara hissa hoon
Pal do pal mein kuch keh paaya itni hi sa’aadat kaafi hai
Kal aur aaenge naghmon ki khilti kaliyaan chunne waale
Mujh se behtar kehne waale tum se behtar sunne waale
Har nasl ki ek fasl hai dharti ki aaj ugti hai kal kat-ti hai
Jeevan wo mehngi mudra hai jo qatra qatra bat’ti hai
Saagar se ubhri lehr hoon main saagar mein phir kho jaaunga
Mitti ki rooh ka sapna hoon mitti mein phir kho jaaunga
Kal koi mujhko yaad kare kyon koi mujh ko yaad kare
Masroof zamaana mere liye kyon waqt apna barbaad kare.