Of Beginnings, Blogs, and Borrowing

                "Beginning" begins with "B".

                So does "blog".

                Isn't it merely fitting, then, that my first post in this blog begins with "B"?

                May-be. May-be not.

                It's not like I have a passion for the letter "B". In fact, I can think of several unpleasant things that begin with "B", most of which will probably be used, now or in the near future, to describe this blog.

                Bad.

                Boring.

                Bitter.

                Barmy.

                Blech!

                Bah!

                And it will most probably end with "Bang!", when someone shoots me for writing all this nonsense.

                But on the bright side, the letter "B" affords some positive ideas as well.

                Brilliant!

                Bravo!

                "Bahut Badiya"! (There exists within me a tiny glimmer of hope that someone, someday, will use these words to portray the qualities of this blog. The odds of this actually occurring, unfortunately, are comparable to those of Ramiz Raja actually making sense on commentary - nil point nil)

                But I digress. Welcome to The Imaginary Blog.

                I did initially plan to write a monograph on what you should expect from this blog. But some bloke stole my idea and wrote it already.

              However, as it is, in fact, my idea, I think I can use his words here as well - not copying, merely "borrowing" his words, just as he "borrowed" my idea.

                Thus, in the words of Jerome K. Jerome (the idea's mine - don't forget!),

One or two friends to whom I showed these papers in MS., having observed that they were not half bad, and some of my relations having promised to buy the book if it ever came out, I feel I have no right to longer delay its issue. But for this, as one may say, public demand, I perhaps should not have ventured to offer these mere "idle thoughts" of mine as mental food for the English-speaking peoples of the earth. What readers ask nowadays in a book is that it should improve, instruct, and elevate. This book wouldn't elevate a cow. I cannot conscientiously recommend it for any useful purposes whatever. All I can suggest is that when you get tired of reading "the best hundred books," you may take this up for half an hour. It will be a change. (Excerpted from "Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow")

                Oh, I might have neglected to mention that he wrote it 200 hundred years ago. But that doesn't mean anything, does it?