Words and each letter in a word are very powerful. They are analogous to a piano where a single misused note can sound the difference between joy and sorrow. Though I commit mistakes sometimes, I make a conscious effort to use words with caution. My english may not be Shakespearesque but the simple words that I choose to use in each of these entries reflect the different moods that I experience.
...at a gen local park near wall street,NY
posted by Balaji Varadharajan at 7:45 PM
Sometimes, infact most of the time, beejois finds it very difficult to describe him. He does get plesantly embarassed when he wants to talk about him, but unfortunately, he keeps changing so much that however he portrays himself now, rest assured that it will not hold good sometime later.There are few things/tastes that will remain unchanged,though. He likes the colour black. Many things he owns are in black. In time, many will convert to all. Beauty presents itself in different forms to him -abstract,natural etc., and he is never shy of expressing his admiration. He likes the sound of certain instruments - piano, the bass slide and slap noise and fret noise of a guitar - a lot. He yearns to be passionate about something but nothing seems to be eternally attractive to him. Music comes close. He believes these blog entries will tell you more about what/who/how he is.
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