Okay, I don't mean to show off or anything, but it's all the literal truth.
I write poetry. Been writing for some time now.Started when I was 8 years old,in fact.And in the general scheme of things in any normal Indian family (the extended version), the usual reaction when the proud parent, or her sister, or sister's husband announces to a never-before seen grand uncle that I pen poems, is
"POEMS????????????Poetry ella baritala????Ee vayisalle...."(What, she writes poetry?At this age??)

                  Fact remains that it's a bit of a hard-to-digest fact.I mean, poetry?Well, well, well....Matter under consideration....Hail the kiddo as some kinda prodigy, but really...did she drop outta Mars or something?(I can tell by reading the ex-pressions, don't imagine I stood listening at keyholes.Not that anyone would dare to voice all this to any soul on earth, what if they thought of him/her as intellectually challenged?Oh, evil day!So the general denouement is to announce the fact to the grand-uncle's daughter-in-law's sister.)

                              Then, the grand-uncle's (usually) techie son/daughter relapses into how tough it was for him/her to learn all those stanzas off by-heart when s/he was in school.Have to emphasise their strictly techno-geek status, no?Not always the case, though.Some read-Charles Dickens, Mark Twain, HG Wells... And not for snob value.And I'm not too much of a kiddo now, I'm granted entry into the baba-log mehfil, though still the bachcha among the Job Holders(still studying, you know, can't join in to crib abt my uncooperative TL)Well, coming back to the subject on hand (if you still remember what it is among the maze of brackets), there are some
literature-lovers, and most of them are cool.I find it possible to talk girly stuff with some, and the guys can be harassed abt their awful taste in music.Why lit-lovers for this?Because I somehow find ppl who read something, are the ppl you can carry on a decent conversation with.I'm a bit of a high-breed, even nonsense has to be classy.
           The LL's furnish e-mail i.d's,"mail me ur poems, kane, don't forget".What abt rakshas TL?But seniors, no?So, they go tell my mom, too.So each time I scribble a line, I'm reminded pertiniciously-Send it to ABC, PQR & LMN.And don't forget, XYZ, too.He was so particular that you do so.....
            Forget Mom.Next time I see them, they'll unfailingly ask.And if I stifle the Muses for Something Very Important(exams, what else?), the closer ones even call."Eshtu dina aayitu, enu barde ilvale?"(Along time since you've written anything...)
                              Well, did you ever hear of anything more stifling to the creative process?Poor me, no?
  So, now, I hope, you finally get why I'm such a lax blogger.In my complicated existence, everything requires such winding explanations  :D.
        And if anyone is still reading this harangue, and is curious to know just what is it she writes, well, click on the Poetry category, and then there's another stubborn one in the Politics category, just refuses all editing attempts.Will post another one tomorrow.