a road less treaded...


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;


Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same

Robert frost's amazing composition - still quite fresh in my mind - Our English teacher telling the class then to imagine we were standing amidst a fork in the road... And were given an option to walk through, which one would we choose?... At that moment it all seemed a thriftless exercise... Probably i was thinking about my tiffin box...Certainly ignorance was bliss...That was time where you hardly faced such situations...Like max to max it was about choosing between water colours or crayons; or something like bunking classes and playing mario on my new videogame... I am sure they too were herculean in nature at that point in life...

But now if we fast forward it to 2011, i.e. school, college everything is left far behind... this fork in the road has become a recurrent situation. Well what is so unique and new thing which i am sharing with you?...Nothing... But i am sure we all experience this... As one my good friend and critique said... "Don't mind, but your blog sounds flimsy and trivial...There is no concrete thought behind what you write..."

So logically, if i seek feedback, i should try and incorporate it in future... Yes i am doing that by continuing to write and publish in the same manner... yes this is a blog which i have labelled as Notes to Self.. So i do appreciate my friend's feedback... My writing may not attract popular attention and applause...

But i choose to tread the road less traveled!