Every time I am deeply disturbed, surprised or find some ‘profound’ truth about myself or those around me I have this urge to talk about it with my friends/colleagues. Mostly, when I am deeply disturbed and my glorious image of US or academics is shattered. Since talking is not always possible in US without attracting an emotional defensive reaction or branding I thought why not write. Then again there is the question of god knows who reads my blog and thinks what about me. After getting over this fear, for a long time, I have been waiting to start the blog with a good, happy sounding post. It doesn’t seem right to start with my thoughts about how horribly the event of ‘chat’ with Ahmedinejad was handled and how deeply disturbed I was with double standards and hypocrisy of protestors. Or with the general frustrations about academic campus life devoid of healthy intellectual debate.
But then, I have to start somewhere. My mother calls me Dhakka start, without break. Now that I have pushed myself into it I should be using this space more often to vent J
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