Namaskar, salaam sat sri akal, pranaam, vanakkam, aloha and watever else anyone can come up with.
This is a story of a witch, she was a good one though.
Once upon a time, In the kingdom of shut-your-mouth, people were oppressed and suppressed and the rest of the words which mean the same.....as none was allowed to speak his/her mind, the way they actually feel about things. People were really sad....and bad .....and mad......and dont make me go on like this. Mothers used to tell their kids to speak the truth and once they were old enough to understand what truth was, they were asked to shut their trap. This went on and on and on......(dont blame me, thats the way these stories are meant to be written).
One fine day, a beautiful witch called speakalot whizzed past on her long broomstick. She was simply amazed to see the sadness on people's faces, hear their whispers and face their fears.....not to talk about the hypocrisy going on......So, she twirled her magic wand and said
I wanna i wanna i really really want (she is the new-age witch....so no more abracadabra)
people fat, short, thin and gaunt
to be able to tell and simply shout
their darkest fears and stupidest doubt
to share their dreams and the cheer
with you and me and everyone dear.
so let everyone BeLOnG
to the world of BLOG......
And from then on we have been blogging.....away to glory.
I know this is a rather mundane thing to talk about....but I feel blogging is very therapuetic. I am able to talk abt simple nothing important. That refreshes me. Especially in this age of speed, of troubles, of bank balances and electricity bills, of mobiles and cars, of connecting but no time......I feel this gives me the perfect respite from all my worries and troubles.
I was a rather late entrant to blogging......but now i enjoy it like i have been doing it forever. Last month, when my bhaiyya (read....big brother for all the folks who may not understand hindi) travelled to UK, I was blogging my personal version of his fave serial...."left right left" (For all those interested in that version, let me know). When muh didi (read, elder sister) travelled to the States i was blogging whatever that was happening in my life....albeit in codes. When i am depressed, i blog. When i turn crazy, I blog......Of course, it still remains a fact that we dont have all the time at our disposal....but when we do have, this is a wonderful way to connect with people known and unknown.
My ode to ....the world of blog and its inmates. Hope you all liked it.