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Beginnings....

While sipping my coffee in the morning…the second cup to be precise, because I need that caffeine dose after I pack off everyone, was going through the newspaper, I get to touch and smell the paper only after 9AM, inspite of the fact, that the newspaper guy throws it on my door at 6.30 in the morning, (he aims it at the door and gets it right everytime, should have been in the Indian cricket team), there was an article about blogging and bloggers, right from the common man to celebrities everybody is into blogging these days, I wondered what was the hype all about? So, after finishing my breakfast – a humble meal of cornflakes, bread and fruits, I am on DIET you see..;). I set off to create my blog account. While there are enough people blogging, tweeting etc.. about politics and global warming..sadly they are just tweeting and blogging about it, without actually taking any steps to do something about it. I decided not to talk or blog about such topics, rather I would use my account as a diary and share my thoughts. The first step was to choose a ‘blog’ title, hmmm..that took a long time, ironically, my blog post title was ready even before I finished creating my account…thats when it clicked, I decided to name it "Always Confused-Usually right". That is exactly how  I am, the question mark is not visible, thats all!!! So here I am with my first Post, and have joined the gang of bloggers. I have no clue as to what I am going to share, but now that I have started, I will figure out what to write as well. To all my friends, I can say, Watch out for more.. :) ,

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