If i remember correct, it started when my father told my brother (older) to write on blogs, he knew my brother can write well. My brother, i guess, liked the idea and opened a blog and posted. He posted a few posts and got bored at one point and stopped posting. I happened to read his blog a little later, i found what he'd written really amusing and funny. His first post was about how he stared at the ceiling while he was lying on the bed and the thoughts that occurred to him then. After that, i wanted to write too, so subjecting my brain to some ordeal, i thought hard for stuff to post on my blog that i was going to get shortly, i wanted funny stuff. Then i figured i was born devoid of originality, because nothing came up of it's own accord so i tried to analyse why i liked my brother's post. I figured, because it was funny, it spoke about something as trivial as staring at the ceiling with complete earnestness as if that were the most important thing in every one's life. So, writing about trivial stuff with earnestness was the key, i thought. That's when 'book spinning on finger tip' came to me and i wrote it. I told my father to read it and he said he liked it, he said there's imagination in it. So, deeply inspired, i wanted to write more and clinging to that feeling i wrote 'time'. Now i had enough items to post, so i decided to create a blog and i did, then there was the problem of 'what to name it', different names came to me but the ones i liked were already taken, and i named it "fewnewthings.blogspot.com".
Now that i have a blog i wanted to post more, i realized i was a bit image conscious, so i didn't want people to judge me from my blog so i decided not to post random scribbles and tried to come up with ideas that don't reveal my nature or if anything, only suggest that i'm reckless. On my next post i wanted to write about how majority of people lose their integrity during times that are trying, how they tend to disregard their beliefs (or their claimed beliefs) and only try to save themselves, acting contrary to their principles. Well, that was about the theme i had thought of, and i wanted to deliver that idea by using a boy and how he is mentally disposed at different situations. Well, that didn't come out very well, but on the brighter side i got a good story. As i wrote more of it, i found myself paying less attention to my theme, so i let myself go, and thus came the story. I read and reread the story over and over until i'd memorized it, what an amazing story, i thought. My friends liked it too, my parents liked it too, my brother liked it too. So, i made up my mind, writing is my thing, I just needed to work on it. Earlier, i had decided music was my thing and had started to learn guitar and i kept at it until i realized that music doesn't come to me naturally, so i didn't take it seriously. Now, i was going to keep at writing until i figure that that doesn't come to me naturally too. It didn't take me too long to figure that, almost immediately i gave up writing.
I hadn't written in a while. My father happens to be a compulsive reader, he read everything that he could see, he would read biscuit wrappers if he had nothing else. He, i don't know how, happened to read gounder brownie's
blog and he found the author's English way good. So, i also read it, and it was quite funny at places and my father was right about her language. Now, the old spark was rekindled, i wanted to write again, i wanted to write like gounder brownie. Now, i needed to know what made her blog funny, and when i thought about it, it seemed pretty obvious to me, there was ample sarcasm in it that made it funny. And in the post that i read, one of her teachers was the object of sarcasm. So, it was a piece of cake, sarcasm and college teachers was the mantra i was looking for. And i wrote 'mostly inside my college'. Incidentally, i had read catch 22 from which i copied the style of writing (only what i grasped from catch 22, i don't claim anything), which helped accentuate the dumbness of my teachers and in fact, it portrayed them dumber than they were in real. Now, i was a little worried, should some professor read my blog. I had to have a cover name, i picked 'apple'. I also changed my blog title from 'few new things' to 'apples and screwdrivers' i had got bored of 'few new things'.
During college, i had nothing to do most of the time. I was getting terribly bored and i couldn't find a thing to do, so i started to dislike my blog, the name and everything about it, just to keep myself occupied. I thought, a new name for my blog was overdue already. I didn't like 'apple' for a name neither 'apples and screwdrivers'. I started to dislike every name that came to me, i mean, how unique can names get? Then, my favorite song was 'wires' by 'athlete'. So, i made the decision, the link will be wirestales.blogspot.com and my pen-name 'wire'.
I wrote under 'wire' for a long time. I started to like the name 'wire' for some unknown reason. But, 'wirestales' my blog URL started to sound a little trite and i wanted to change it, but i decided against it, for i didn't want to lose my staunch followership of five readers that i had established then. Five ardent fans of mine they were, because they agreed to read my blog after i insisted them persistently to read, only 14 times.
Then one day, out of the blue, it occurred to me that when a stranger visits my blog they might be misled by my pen-name 'wire'. When one looks at the name 'Wire' the first adjectives that come to them are in the neighbourhood of 'Slender', 'Thin' and what not. Right there lay the catch, in the way people are disposed to think these days, i don't come across as a very thin person, and those adjectives that pop up inside a fresh reader's head don't really suit me, you see. So, just to be clear of any misconception, i renamed my pen-name from 'wire' to 'thick wire'. Some might ask, doesn't that suggest something along the lines of 'chubby', 'fat' et cetera. Yes, it may, but i say i'd rather have people surprised to find me thinner than shocked to find me fatter. Thus 'thick wire'.
