I've been trying or wanting to set up a blog for some time. Ironically, it was my father's recent insistence that pushed me to finally appear here. I suspect he wanted me to find an alternative outlet for my ideas and opinions than his earshot.
Whatever the case, I am now finally here. I must confess at the start that my reasons are totally self-serving - my own form of self therapy and self discipline - and in such a spirit, I have chosen to make myself somewhat anonymous here. If you already know me, it won't be too difficult to read through my pseudonym. If we have never met, then I hope whatever posts you find here will be interesting enough without my identity mattering at all. I tried to think of a name that could reflect the almost voyeuristic tendencies of the blog, but couldn't come up with anything zingy. Instead, I borrowed my great-grandmother's name, whose wise stories and observations have wafted through my childhood, and called myself Jaleela...
