I decided to highlight today’s ‘Saturday Specifics’ with a ‘Throwback’ gesture. I love Haiku, although I rarely write one these days. I used to craft poems before and I plan to acknowledge my lost spirit through this post I reblog.
As I mentioned before, I recently exported my blog at blogger to the much appraised WordPress platform. I happened to lose my followers, as the inbuilt export feature ignores just that, and nothing more. Even when I miss the admirable blog stats I enjoyed back there, I feel happy in a way that I could retain my posts and comments as such, which for me comes as a huge relief.
The idea of blogging descended on me around seven years back, when, I, for the first time in my life realised that I could write something substantial. Being blessed with a gift becomes comparable to almost being devoid of it, if one lacks the judgment and revelation that he or she could use it appropriately and with confidence. I had written a couple of articles back in school, but nothing more than that. I knew then that I could write, but I wasn’t sure whether would I fit in the circle of writers. For me then, people who called themselves writers were a rare entity who enjoyed an elite status, to be a part of which demanded superlative knowledge of the language, world affairs and above all life experience. I knew that I had a decent grip on the language for I happened to score a good percentage in English language for my tenth std exams. But when it came to the abundance of knowledge, I considered myself illiterate. I grew up reading authors of the likes of Enid Blyton, Agatha Christie , Sidney Sheldon, Jeffrey archer and Arthur Hailey among the international authors and Amitav Ghosh, Amit chaudhari and Rabindranath Tagore among the Indian authors. I viewed their talents as heavenly blessings par excellence which could rarely be emulated. I was too intimidated by their formidable presence to even encourage the creeping thought of writing more in the years to come. However, life had a surprise in stock for me in the form of an irresistible tug. Passion is an alluring term just as alluring as the effect it has on a person. Deny it, ignore it, but you will realise it shortly that you were created incapable of resisting it for long. The irrelevant scribbles on my diary gave way to naive posts on the blog which, as years passed metamorphosed to well manicured accounts which could be labelled readable. Thus started my blogging journey which ended up being one of most inspiring, evocative, rejuvenating experiences I ever had.
There are a few nuggets I picked up from my time here in this space. Any one who has been around here for more than a couple of years would imbibe those naturally. I am not going in to the details of which, but I sure would love to share with you a recently inculcated hobby of mine. In my early years of blogging, having used blogger, I hadn’t known much about the email subscription feature. I did discover the importance of which a few years into the trail, but then I had, by then, lost steam on the blog hopping routine. I had, by that time, started concentrating more on the writing part than the equally prominent reading part. I wasn’t expecting readers, rather, I simply wanted to write my heart out, for my own sake, for my own satisfaction.
But now, since I have decided to revamp my blog and at the same time, have undergone a stimulating change on my personal terrain as well, nudged by my own innate passionate self, I yearn to be alive and agile here in this space. I yearn to read others, I yearn to write more and last but not the least, I yearn to connect with the readers who take a precious few minutes from their routine to read and comment on my posts.
Having understood the value of email subscriptions, I decided to subscribe as many blogs as possible; the process being endless continues even now. These days I love to read posts directly from my mail. It doesn’t seem like a hectic task to be undertaken and at the same time it is fulfilling as well. Sometimes I reply to those posts then and there, other times mark them and comment when I revisit my mails at the end of the day. I find the process convenient when the fact remains that I check my mail at least three to four times a day, even more than I visit my blog. One may abandon the blog page for months at a stretch, but an email has become a necessity which we dare not ignore according to our whims and mood swings. Even if one is not regularly blogging, he or she can keep up with the posts of friends, keep replying to their posts and there by remain in the loop.There have been times when an irked, dejected I was stimulated enough to slide back in to my ‘at-work’ diligent form, simple because I was inspired by a blog post I read from my email. Sometimes, it just makes my day to know that I have a few good posts by my favourite bloggers, waiting to be read on my mail at the end of the day. The way our hearts and minds respond to bloggers whose writing we admire is inexplicable. And I secretly believe that even if most of my readers aren’t responding to my posts as comments, they might be going through my blog occasionally; at least the readers who have subscribed my posts. They might have liked at least a few posts I have written. We all do that, don’t we? Go through a blog and not comment on it even if it we liked the content? And so also, I would recommend an email subscription box to be included on your blog with out much ado, if any newbie out there is reading this post.
The joy of being with words is incomparable and I am glad that I am successful in digging out more and more facts about blogging that are intriguing, which in turn inspire me to keep coming back to the world of blogging every time. Blogging is indeed a rewarding experience. I sincerely hope that I would never part with it, ever. Would you? What do you think?
P.S: This post is tagged with ‘Mid Week Quests’, a sub section of this blog where I write on a Wednesday, about random nuggets from my life .
Ensconced on the creamy white shore, I used to peek inside her soul, while she tucked in the wavy strands of hair that fluttered in the warm summer breeze. I remember opining to my friends every time that my mother was as sturdy as those rock mounds scattered formidably along the shore line, in that she could lap up the soothing, effervescent waves that streamed up to her in days that were serene, but more over, quite admiringly, could muster an inevitable amount of fortitude to stand rooted when hit by a raging tide. Little did the girl in me then know that, twenty years down the lane, she would peek inside herself and utter the exact same words.
Title: Dual Lives
Author: Gourab Mitra
Price: Varies between online stores.
Publisher: Patridge India
The Story In Short:
The story opens with one of the protagonists, an aspiring RJ preparing herself for the interview that she is about to attend later in the day. The story then reels towards the past, where the two protagonists meet- Kiran and Ajinkya. Their relation is better left unexplained here for the twist in the tale, which forms the crux of the story lies in the past. The blurb would provide hints towards the story line, although it comes off as haphazard. The story doesn’t deal with romance basically, but it speaks about the importance of compassion and love among fellow human beings . A few other characters- Omkar, Javed, Rahul, Krishna and Pooja flit past in and out of the lives of the protagonists, of which Pooja goes to play a very important role in their lives as the story progresses. The story ends on a happy note in more ways than one and to know how, you would want to read the book.
The Blurb: We are a part of a male dominating society where some people still keep women below their shoes and nose. Kiran, a young woman has overcome these hurdles and has fulfilled her dream as a Radio Jockey. Today it’s her first day to work at Radio Rocks, a leading radio channel in Pune. She is exhilarated about it! Last night her boy friend proposed her for marriage, and her true love for Omkar overwhelmed her decision. She didn’t reply to him! In early 2004, her brother worked at a tea stall at the age of 10. Ajinkya, a BPO employee and a biggest loser in life, gets inspired by the kid. Ajinkya plans to adopt him, unaware of his past. Will the kid’s past bother Ajinkya’s personal and love life? Omkar is Kiran’s first crush. But for past few years they haven’t heard about each other! Will she compromise her first love & marry Ashish? Or will she wait for Omkar? Continue reading “Saturday Specifics #2: Book Review”