It has been a year since I joined Instablogs.com. What a wonderful experience that has been!

I must thank all those involved in the creation and upkeep of instablogs.com. They have given me something nobody has given me in my 10 years on the web – international notoriety.

After writing a blog consistently for a year, I am qualified to say that I am ancient. In fact, in dog life, I am a grandpa. In blogsphere, anyone who lasts for a year is a legend. Blogs are born in millions each year but only a few thousands last for 365 days.

I have written over 279 articles. It breaks down to at least one every two days. Many of them were received very well. For that, I thank my readers. All those who write know that your readers are the most important people in the world. If you write and they do not read, you are as good as a mad man in a desert speaking to fleeting wind.

I want to thank Prince for bringing me to instablogs. I was fortunate to have met the owner of instablogs, Ankit, in my hometown, New York City. He bought me dinner and we exchanged ideas. I looked into his heart (not like Bush and Putin) and I saw his drive and vision. I believe he will go very far. He has already reached the peak but he will not stop until the peak is that of Everest.

I must thank my most formidable opponent, so far, on instablog, Kim Zigfeld. Kim has since gone, but while she was here, she gave me hell with her ferocious spews of anti-Russian and anti-Obama venoms. She made me stay up at night, searching for points with which to counter her convenient truth. She made me better. I miss her.

You know you have made an impact when people ask where you were long after you have left any stage. Kim Zigfeld says she still “blogs at the Pajamas Media Network blog Publius Pundit and publishes her own Russia specialty blog, La Russophobe. She also writes for Russia! magazine and is researching a book on the rise of dictatorship in Putin’s Russia.” I cannot wait to thrash this book of hers.

I have made a lot of friends on instablogs. I can travel to anywhere in the world today and be sure that someone from instablogs will be willing to welcome me. I count on people like Grace in Philippines, Oscar in Mexico, Rose in Kenya, Sarah in Egypt, Celso in Brazil, John in Uganda, Karim in Pakistan, and dozens of friends in India.

I must not forget Wayne Logic in Canada and John Slow in Slow.

Which brings me to my beefs with instablogs. Here are my top five beefs with instablogs:

1.) Why don’t I have one of that instablog T-shirts Ankit wore on indiaintract TV show? What do I need to do to get one?
2.) Why do I need to know that someone has stopped tracking me? For me to cry? Should I beg them to reconsider?
3.) What will it cost to get Grace Calderon writing again? I am willing to chip in.
4.) Who chased away conservative commentators from the U.S? Me? I need the challenge. It is boring to have Ali without his Frazier. Bring it on, Andrew.
5.) My greatest beef with instablogs is that I am having too much fun that I fear it must be illegal.