If this is going to be anything like the zillion diaries I have attempted to keep at various points of time in my life, this blog is a temporary thing.
But I think it is going to be different - for one, this is meant to be a public diary- unlike one of my earlier diaries, which was made public during Recess by a group of 'friends' when I was the tender age of twelve. This kind of thing would tend to put you off writing down your private thoughts (especially if like me, you had your own personal, witty, insulting nickname for almost everybody in school). If I ever feel strong enough, I will perhaps write about that incident one day!
In the meantime, welcome to my thoughts. I promise you nothing.
Just a bit on the name - I picked it for no other reason than my name starts with 'Y', my husband has converted that letter into an outstanding nickname for me, which results in a lot of confusion for other people and sometimes ourselves. Imagine, if you will, a typical clothing store in Mumbai. The hunt is on for something that I will like to wear beyond the first two times ( including the trial room occasion).
Short,pink-shirted store girl to V (my husband): Sir, what about THIS one?
V (half turning to me, without taking eyes off the ghastly item): Y? Y!
Short, pink-shirted store girl (walking away, offended): Well, I just THOUGHT you might like it. Never mind. ( In her head, continues: Feel free to ruffle up all the merchandise and walk out without buying anything, you two demons)
Right then; so that's why the name. And fair enough, right? Y On Earth Not?