Does EveRyThinG neEd a Title???

I've been thinking a lot about what to write in my next post.I started to scribble something,but soon I found it as a crap and hence I cut it ,wrote and rewrote again and again and at last came up with the final crap of this.There isnt anything in my mind now,just a blank open book staring without even blinking its servile eyes ,pleading me to write anything worth seeing...Anyway ,I again picked up my pen...taraantaraantaraaa.....wham,zap!came out the gush of tne next session of unwanted craps from my mind.
Why am I blogging?? What is the need of me blogging like this under the shadows for so many months.Many do blogging to showcase their talents,or just for fun,or sometimes to dispose their grief or agonies that is revolting inside them,or some people by dissembling ,put up a good face which the readers fail to recognize their real intentions.Anyway,for me,this is the place,where I can think or speculate certain things loudly,not as loud as anyone can hear.This is the place where I can toss off my ideas like what Dumbledore does with his pensieve.Many have asked me why I am blocking access to my blog;usually,this is the place where everyone speaks out for others to hear.Well,for me,this is a kind of personal diary where I do not want anyone to interfere.This is the Carteblanche,where I can do anything I want;there is complete freedom to do anything here if it is kept like this.But as soon as I open the access to this,then it will soon lose its hue,which I do not want to happen.Anyhow, the probability of viceversa cannot be ignore too....