EDIT: Changed back my URL to my former one. So this post kinda makes no sense at all. Certain blogger glitches have made me realize Life isn't about Undo. And for the people I had changed this URL in the first place can come on and do what they are best at, JUDGE ME. Because you know what, I don't care. I wont change for someone else's convenience. I am just a bit sad that these certain blogger glitches were the reason for me to realize. But better late than never, no?
I made a major decision today. To change the URL of my blog.
Despite the fact that there were many non-blogger people who read my blog and despite knowing that this may lead to a major decrement in the no. of views, and not to forget the hassle of changing links on a variety of blog-networking sites I changed it.
This was important. I had started this blog to not let the sieve like brain of mine forget beautiful memories. To connect with myself. But over time my posts had become more about others, more about followers. I wrote every word keeping in mind how people would take it as and not how I wanted it to be. Blogging became something I needed to do regularly so that people wouldn't dessert me and not because some thoughts of mine needed to be jotted down.
Lesson learnt : Followers come and followers go. It shouldn't influence the reason why I write.This could have been achieved even without changing the URL you might ask. Here's the thing. I started off as Nia Charms. A pen name I had thought of because : 1. I didnt like my name. 2. I couldnt identify my blog with a name as simple as Neha. But then ofcourse since my intention was never to hide my true identity and because I was stupid enough to keep Neha in the URL anyone with an IQ more than that of Rakhi Sawant's knew I was Neha.
But here's the catch. Telling you people who I am is all fine but the real world I live in is too judgemental.
I dont fear judgement but then I dont want lame ass people that I have to add on Facebook for the sake of social formalities that have no clue about who I am to think they know me just because they read my blog.
The funniest part being people assuming some post is about them just because the fictitious name somehow resembles their name. Seriously?
Then there was an overdose of self obsession and going berserk over blog publicity. Creating a Facebook Fan Page, creating a twitter account and mailing people bloglinks. Been there, done that. All of it finally going to dumps now.
Lessons learnt: Sometimes you have to be careful whom you share your innermost self with.And if I am planning to write for myself again it of-course means sneaky people who assume half of the things and then choose irony to taunt me can go and fuck themselves.
When I redirected my former blog URL to my email address to let people interested in my new URL mail me, I had never expected so many people actually mailing me the same day.
I did expect some people to visit it after some days. (Here the former "some" is equal to 2-3 and the latter "some" is equal to a week or two)
But the response has left me overwhelmed. People actually care is a realization that leaves me beaming.
I am a bad blogger. A really really bad blogger. I almost never comment and/or engage in guest post traditions. Yet you people have been more than generous.
(The surprise package was when PeeVee messaged me. In my mind I regard her as a celebrity already. And even though I read each of her post within an hour that she posts I have never commented because of my laziness and also because I have never felt I can add something worthy to it that she hasnt already said. So she mailing me was more than special to me)