I follow a lot of blogs but there are some I don't, though I read them from time to time.
Thats cos I dont want their boring updates to pop up in my update section often.(Am not trying to say mine are always interesting, but some of those blog updates are just not my kind of posts, to say. Maybe tad juvenile or maybe I am tad old)
But then I have mugged up some of their URLs(Yes I have a good memory and there are some 10 bloggers whose URLs I remember). I visit them when none of my favorite bloggers write anything.
Another reason why I dont follow some blogs is for the surprise factor, I like to go to these blogs after sometime to see what has brewed all this while :)
There is one such blog of a girl which I visit at times. The other day I saw her blog's name in some other blogger's blog-roll and just clicked on it.
After reading a few of her posts I had a feeling that this person isnt giving me the same vibes, in her writing, which I had associated with her in my mind. She sounded very different from the last time I read her.
I instantly looked up to check the URL and it was a different one. So basically names of the 2 blogs were the same but they were blogs from 2 different persons. I heaved a sigh of relief to know that my judgment was not wrong
I also felt smug about it, and at the same time it was a funny thing to realize how we associate to a person, by just reading his/her blog. We form impressions, and each of their posts reaffirm our opinion about that person.
Strange world is this blog world!!
So real yet so out of reach
All this by just reading a person in bits and fragments, as with this girl whose blog I dont even follow but read once in a while.
And I have attached a bit of my sentiments too with all these bloggers I read. All based on what I read
To some I have grown fond of.
For some I feel disheartened, for what they have gone thru and many a times wish that they see hope and love in this life
Some I want to shake out of their misery, want them to end the darkness, want them to live life.But maybe thats how they would like themselves to be, always yearning.. always waiting....Yet its their darkness which pulls me to them, like a feeling of vertigo
Some sound so intelligent that I feel if we could meet and sit across a table with a glass of wine, we will have much to talk and relish about
With some there is a tinge of attraction, an attraction which has a more soild base than what you feel for someone you meet. Cos you are what you really are, right here in your words. In person you could be anything, more suave, less passionate, better or worse looking, but thats the danger of being in person with anyone. Our walls come in between,expressions tamed, demeanor defensive.
But here in your words I see what you really are. Your thought process(which might take me ages to know otherwise in human form), your likes and dislikes...
This is you, away from another you
Here is where you are eager to be yourself, happy to be so
So knowing someone like this has a different high
When I see comments of bloggers, who visit and comment on my blog, on another blogger's post(where I comment)..I dont know why but it fills me with strange warmth, like a mesh of people attached to each other..I like to see that(Barring some)
Its a good world, this blog-world!
But nevertheless, somehow I have this lurking feeling that I would not want to meet any of them, lest it breaks their images in my mind
Images are that fragile a thing, they break for inconsequential things
Though I have some bloggers as friends on FB and after having a peek in their lives, I would say that their personality in blogs is reaffirmed by having that small window of FB in their lives, so no disillusionment there..
Though I dont do year end posts like I said last year, since I dont want to watermark years in my life, yet to mark this day I would like to thank each of you who read me, follow me, comment, read and not comment, follow but are too shy to do it publicly, smile or shed a tear at my posts
This sure is the highpoint of my day, reading and writing on my blog, and each of you whom I have come across here, have made this world very special for me
So let me begin or end another year with this video clip of my sister. Her husband has created this, an amalgam of various shows that she has done.(Many of the clips are taken when she was pregnant, so she might look fat, which in reality she is not. Needed to mention this else she might pounce on me when she sees this here :)).
Loved the last bit in the video where she is singing a composition by Ustad Bade Ghulam Ali khan Sahab(its her own adaptation in terms of tune)
लट उलझी सुलझा जा बालम , हाथ में मेरे मेहंदी लगी है
Beloved, de-tangle my entangled hair , my hands are covered with henna
(I hate this translation of mine, sounds like a shampoo ad. If someone has a better idea,please do tell)
You can also see that tall cute guy playing guitar in the background, who is no more and about whom I had written here
Coming to wishes we are supposed to make for the next 365 days, this sister of mine wants to be a playback singer, someone big. Not being up there might dishearten her, but what she has achieved till now, the acknowledgments and praises she gets, she can not undermine that.
So, all you people busy in making resolutions, I will tell you mine:
Dreaming big is a good thing, but dont expect all your dreams to be fulfilled in one go
Why dont you try modularizing your dreams, i.e. divide the big one into smaller chunks?
And see the happiness which you get when a small chunk of your dream sees the light of the day.
Thats how I do it!
So bring on all catastrophes, all drama..we know how to handle them
Note to myself : This year visit 2 new places and one has to be Pondicherry - my wish for the last 8.5 years in Bangalore. If no one comes along, I go alone
Jodi tor daak shune keyu naa aashe tobey ekla cholo re(If no one comes along when you call out, walk alone)
And a very happy birthday to my brother, December is a month of birthdays in my house. I know he never reads my blog, yet I would like to accumulate wishes for him
