The Public Diary

My patriotism post has been interpreted by most as a war of languages between Hindi and Punjabi, no matter how hard I tried to shield the underlying thought. But the truth might be different from what got portrayed. So, clarification: I don't have any problem with any of the languages. I am fluent in all three of them, namely English (yes, even it was slightly referred to in the so-called controversial post but I guess all the focus was shifted to the other two), Hindi and Punjabi. ( Disclaimer : These are not in order of my liking towards them, but I just put them in alphabetical order.)  I can switch to any of them as per need of  the hour. In fact, nowadays I'm often switching between languages even amidst the sentence. That a part of my sentence is being spoken in one language and the other part in another; which I admit is not a good trait as per linguistics. The whole habit generated from the fact that I belong to a Punjabi speaking family having

Lately, I noted that all of my recent posts fell under the label of 'Philosophical'. I started this label to help me categorise my blog posts into boring (they depict meaningless philosophy at least to me sometimes) and non-boring ones.  Does this imply that I'm becoming boring? Or am I ' Boring by birth' ? I don't know why I got this instinct to slide in my one of the favourite bio(s) that I had put on Whatsapp which was even copied by a dear friend. No doubt like-minded people become friends. Or it's another change that is coming in me. Like I've written earlier as well that I change a lot. And things might not turn/change for better always. I'm afraid if it's a change for worse this time.  Perhaps the writer in me is growing up like we all grew up from listening to stories to taking things of concern seriously. I can recall how I had so many anecdotes to share, how I used to be pumped up for certain things and now I hardly ge