Anonymity

Even though this blog is public, so many people out there in the world are never going to read it. It's a weird, deliciously ticklish thought. What I'm writing right now is readily available for anyone with an internet connection (and a computer, of course) to see. And yet, blogistan (hell, the net) is so huge that it's very much likely that only the people I've told about this blog will see it. Maybe not even them. I'm a small tadpole in a huge, foaming river and ironically, that gives me anonymity.

So if I write "choohiya khala, your cooking SUCKS! And do something about that hairstyle of yours...it went out of style after Lord Mounbatten's wife hit the fashion scene" there's virtually no chance in hell she's ever going to read it! Or if I say, "Haji Sahib, if you slouch anymore, hunchbacks are going to be consoling themselves saying, 'man, we could've wound up like him, y'know'" Haji Sahib will have to find and read it first to kill me :P.

Ahhh, it's such a nice, snug feeling! Catch me if you can!