Life or death which one would you choose?
13 hours ago
Reading through NRIGirl’s (Hephzibah) series of interviews, which included mine, I was reminded of the kaleidoscopes of my boyhood. Such varieties of people, such different backgrounds, such different cultures, such different personalities! Like that little boy, I eagerly pounced upon the offer of interview and then blushed to find me sitting at the dining table all by myself! And then, Hephzibah slowly started rotating the kaleidoscope; I look at the wonderful people she has brought together, all the while marveling not only at the individuals whom she introduced, but at herself, the inventor of the Blog Kaleidoscope!
But first, let me do what many others have done and let me sheepishly admit –I didn’t. Thank you, Hephzibah, for honouring me with the request to sum up the series of blogger interviews. Thank you for your questions, thank you for giving me a space in your blog, thank you for bringing many, known and new friends to me!
As now I sit before my PC, wondering what to write, I am suddenly taken away to the memories of my bloglife. My first post was not on one thing – it was several – articles and poems, some which had seen the light of print and some which craved to be read. Comments came trickling in – frustrating was the fact that many people read my blog, some followed but only a few deigned to comment! Like a teenage girl craving for attention, I was silently screaming – ‘Read me, read me, say its good, its great, beautiful, superb, fantastic – at least – interesting’. As the excitement of discovering a new channel to let out my thoughts subsided, I chided myself for this craving for recognition. It is only natural, I realized; there is nothing to be ashamed about it, but take it easy, will ya, I told myself.
In the course of more than 3 years of blogging I have met several new friends – some have stayed on, faithful, some left abruptly even without a goodbye. I feel sad about those who have fallen silent, but then realize that the freedom to be in touch or not, the freedom to be a friend or not, is what makes friendships whether real or virtual, worthwhile. That is the spirit of friendship; freedom to be.
Those who have followed Hepzibah’s posts for sometime would recall her idea to scan up letters and post it in the blog. I was keeled over by its innovativeness – not the scanning up, but her idea to bring in love and warmth and life into this mundane thing called human relationship. She has yet again shown her capacity of great love through this series of interviews.
I read the interviews once again. Coumarane from Paris, Jyothi from Dubai and the rest of them. What strings them all together is the yearning to announce their existence and the eagerness to meet new friends. Executives, housewives, doctors, professors, businessmen – what a colourful extravaganza! In a few minutes the reader is shuttled around the globe in a supersonic jet! We have mouth-watering chocolate cookies from Mangala, fashion ideas from Emily, creative film maker Tomz, talented photographer Raji, loving mom Mrs. Livingston, a doctor who is true to his profession, Dr Antony – each of them is unique and special in their own way, yet we all share many common characteristics – like love for others, of having no regrets in what we have written, appreciation and admiration of how others lead their lives, despite the different circumstances.
This series of interviews once again underlines the truth that in spite of whatever differences we may have – in opinion, belief, morals – just like the billions of our fellow men and women across the globe, there runs the same blood in all of us. It reminds us that in whichever far flung corners of the world we may live in, we share the same air, water and land. It behooves us to love each other, to help each other and to protect this fragile planet to which we all belong.
In this moment of joyous reflection of our brief time together, my heart bleeds for our Japanese brethren. Earthquakes and Tsunamis might be natural catastrophes, but the bigger catastrophe of the exploding nuclear reactors is man-made. Radiation is spreading the slow mist of death and suffering across the geographical borders. Many such reactors – symbols of human greed for more – and more wait in the wings to dance the cosmic death dance. In these moments of togetherness, let us bow before Mother Nature and pray and act for its well-being.
~ Balachandran V, Trivandrum, 19-03-2011
A person gets a job as a journalist in one of the local English daily. He is much worried that his English is not up to the standards. One of his friends suggests him to learn minimum 10 new words from the dictionary to improve his vocabulary. This person takes his friend’s advice and starts learning new words from the dictionary. One of the words he learnt in that process was the word “Pregnant” and the meaning of which, given in the dictionary, was “Carrying a child”.
Days went by… and one day there was a big fire accident in the town and this reporter wrote his report about it… the report goes like this… “It was a devastating scene! The entire building was on fire. A brave fireman boldly entered in to the building and came back pregnant!”? What can readers expect in your blog? What is it about?
Judge: Why did you hit your husband with the chair?? What can readers expect in your blog? What is it about?
Wife: Coz the table was very heavy!!