Deux

Unkster turns two today.

And what started off as a cheesy play on the word Friendster at the time, by a couple of 30-somethings with perhaps too much time on their hands, it has evolved to become somewhat of a single-Unker soliloquy. But the blog remains Ours. I just happen to be the one with the most nonsense to spew. The Chief Babysitter, if you will.

With a modest readership of about 20 a day, sometimes 30 if something more intelligent than the usual rubbish is written, it is heartening to know that we are at least reaching out to a minuscule fraction of the millions of bored people in the blogosphere who bother to even come here.

Believe it or not, blogging keeps me sane. It allows me to say things that otherwise would be hidden behind the superficial Hello, Goodbye and How Do You Do's of everyday interaction. Writing is carthartic for me. Perhaps like a nice warm shower after a tiring day, when you finally get to wash off all that accumulated hypocrisy and cynicism we sometimes put on like a second face.

We are not in the business of entertainment. But if stories of the paths we are taking to hopeful Enlightenment, entertain, then thank you for stopping by.

And sharing.