I am not a writer either by profession or habit. For me writing became a form of catharsis, as I felt I could express and share my thoughts, dilemma and concerns. From time to time my writings have appeared, often persuaded by friends or journalists and occasionally by my own need to reach out.


When I started blogging , I didn't even know what the word blog meant. But it certainly opened a free space for expression and interaction. But the anonymity the responders enjoyed, I didn't. Some of the blogs were responded by unwarranted below the belt comments and aggressive remarks, and I found myself getting defensive and agitated. The last of the series was a blog I wrote about Mahatma Gandhi and to my horror, the venomous attack on him became the last straw and I stopped blogging.


Since then, in 2005, random writings continued and only in August 2009 mustered courage to write a monthly column for the magazine, The Week, in their section Last Word . There is no dearth of subjects that I would want to share, but in the midst of all the other things I do, the deadline still appears from nowhere! As Douglas Adam said, ‘I love deadlines. I specially love the swooshing sound they make as they fly by'.


Last Word in 'The Week' Other Published Writings

When I blogged...