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Letter to Three Thousand Two Hundred Fifty Seven Visitors

Dear 3257 visitors,

This letter addresses all of you who have visited my blog and reading this letter right now. Now I have 3257 visitors in this blog. I am really proud of myself and I want to express profound gratitude to all those visitors for their overwhelming support.

I did not have any specific idea when I started blogging. I tried to blog in almost all popular blog sites. But finally I am stick with the windows live space. Technically it is updated frequently, people can see my updated space in their messenger. So it was easy way to express my ideas, beliefs and feelings to the world. When I was studying in university, the theory of "Global Village" by Marshall McLuhan, was one of the stuff, I didn't believe in. But now myself being a part of global village.

I am connected to all kind of people in the world, who keep themselves busy in the village of cyberspace. A freak from California, a geek from Paris, a frustrated student from India, an IT girl from Romania, a political science student from Vietnam, a journalist from Bangladesh, all are connected to to me. All of them were somehow source of inspiration for me to write about various topics. All of them were very supportive for my strong desire to know the socio-cultural values of various region of the world. All they add more knowledge into my database of cyber-space psychology. I am thankful to all of the.

You people are giving me more courage to write, you are making me express whatever I feel. As much as I get new visitor in my blog, I feel more responsible to educate, to entertain or to inform by my blog. As far as possible, and despite of busy routine of a journalist, I am trying to give some of time to blog.

At last, but not least, I am really thankful to some of you who are more then special person for me. My sister nani and vinaju, who frequently use their beautiful comments in my blog. My bro saroj who gives very powerful suggestion. My office friend Girish who is the greatest fan of my blog and use some of my beautiful words in his display and my dearest Dolly, who reads my blog the most, who reads it everyday, and to whom the whole blog is dedicated. thanks Dolly.

Kamal Kumar

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  1. DianaNovember 19, 2006 at 7:38 AM

    It's truly amazing how the internet allows us to connect with people all over the world.  Interesting people who we might never meet and get to share ideas with otherwise.  It's wonderful.  Please keep writing.

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  2. panisaNovember 19, 2006 at 8:48 PM

    if i never met u
    i would have dreamed u in to bein
     
    i will b waitin 4 readin ur next beautiful word...
     
    Dolly

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  3. IndiraNovember 22, 2006 at 4:22 PM

    3257 visitors ? Is that really true ? If so thats marvellous ! u have become a big boy then, anyway at least this blog has provided you with the platform where you can express your feelings if not anywhere else. It has given you the opportunities to broaden your thoughts and talents. I am so pleased that you obviously seem to be doing well. Stick to your principles, never let your God down. Good Job !! God Bless !
    Nani

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