John's Daughter

Three years ago, I would have deleted that mail in my inbox inviting me to contribute to my father's blog page. Does the fact that I am writing in here today, imply some kind of a personal growth? I really doubt it. I am pretty much the same person I was then and if anything, I have become even more discerning and cynical than I was three years ago. I like to think of it as growing up, but you can be the judge of that.

Why am I choosing to write in a post on my father's blog? Well, frankly, I am honored that he would give me the freedom to write whatever I chose to on his personal page on the world wide web. I decided to make the most of this golden opportunity and pen down whatever thoughts that come flying to my mind. I have a blog with wordpress and while I am not a regular blogger, I try to put up something every no and then. There, I make a real effort to type out my piece on a word document and proof-reading it before I finally post it on my blog. Here, I am just going to let my thoughts flow directly to my fingertips.

I have a few more excuses to be putting this up. My presence on the internet is slightly curtailed by the fact that I find Facebook a tad bit too voyeuristic for my taste. Hence, maybe, this is my way of making up for the void that Facebook leaves. Then, there is the fact that this is a wonderful opportunity to direct traffic from my father's blog to my blog (annajohn18.wordpress.com). 

Since I am already knee deep into my first entry, I shall try to summarize a little about my father's daughter. She was born around the time he had just turned 29. She sometimes like to think of herself as her Dad's belated birthday gift from God. However, unlike the family into which she is born into, she is not a  religious person. She is a devout believer in Monotheism, a singular omnipotent and omniscient being that mysteriously maintains a sort of balance in the world. She also believes in Karma; in doing as much good as we can. She is the girl you would come across, who resentfully refuses a beggar on the street but might buy the pens from that kid on the street. She is not the easiest person to make friends with, but her friends have earned their friendship and would be grateful that they are friends with her. If you are still curious, you could perhaps check out this page? I do not feel like repeating myself!

I am still trying to decide if and how I will continue this post and whether I should continue contributing to this blog. I guess, that would be my cue to stop for the time being.