My First

 After that firm decision to go for it, that first step is the most difficult. Difficult as it might be, it must be made. I had always dreamed to be a writer of some sorts...but things did not turn that way. I never knew that technology shall become the way it is now. That we can instantly relate with the rest of the  world in an instant. For someone born in 1954, I lived to experience the leaps in technology that were just science  fictions in my mind. One article that I keep so well in memory was the entry in the Encyclopedia Americana 1977 Edition,  discussing about the future of communications technology focusing on the almost obscure magnetic tape used in the early tape recorders and cassette players. What I found somewhat incredible then (but I hoped to be achieved) was predicting the technology about CD disks. Behold! Tell that to any millennial and watch the reaction. 

For somebody who wanted to be a writer, who so admiringly likes the Bard of Avon, John Keats, Thomas Gray, Ben Johnson, Cristina and Dante Rosseti, the Longfellows , Francis Bacon and many more while in High School, the prospects of making a dint in our present world of information, makes me squirm. Thus, I am to limit what I write about to not more than 300 meters away from the bed where I woke up today. I will make an attempt to write about the few things I see...in the manner that my heart feels about it.