A place to paint our little dreams, A shoulder to cry when none comes true, A rooftop to shout out the simple joys, A street to rebel, even if it may be vain; It’s just bits and bytes afloat in ether Yet home, when it all comes together. Returning home is a bitter sweet idea …
I have finally moved to a template/theme, that is easier to read and faster to load. Thanks for all your comments that prompted this change.
I finally got down to moving Silent Eloquence from blogspot to my own site. Its been more than five years since I got this domain as a birthday gift and I finally have something up! Just a few notes on the moving process: Installing wordpress and porting over to your blog is really a simple …
Came across this rather interesting article, Blogging Beyond the Men’s Club which says that the blogosphere is dominated by white males. “Does the blogosphere have a diversity problem? Viewed one way, the issue seems a bit absurd. These self-generated personal Web sites are supposed to be the ultimate grass-roots phenomenon…So why, when millions of blogs …
Today I did the unthinkable..I let two of my friends know abt my blog and sent them the link..Well, its unthinkable coz now I am nervous..this was gonna be my cosy corner where I wrote whatever i wanted, no holes barred..But I found out thats not possible..i have identified myself here anyways. And letting people …
Ok! I have really had it this time! I have attempted to start a blog an umpteen times and never got past 10 posts..and I came across this blog perchance and I was like..wait a sec..wow! this person really writes like me…and then, it turned into a..oh my god..i wrote this..and only a few months …
I need to answer this here, now. Otherwise I will never remember why I started this. I usually type in little scrap notes all over the place. It doesnt help that I have four different computers ( two at office and two at home) that I use regularly and interchangably. So I have stuff all …
The randomness of words..the beauty of the written word when it is dealt with without inhibitions..they surpass many more common and well accepted genres of beauty. The thoughts of a person who is writing are restrained by the speed of his own writing. It does not gallop like unreined wind. Instead it flows smoothly like …