...to this blog.
some who drop in because of the goofyness of my stories( and my writing)
some who are looking to read the account of yet another mother fumbling/struggling/figuring her way through
and some who drop by...because they know ME.
dear you, those who know me,
i started the blog totally unsure of what it would mean to me. and an online account of my vague thoughts, yes, i was sure i was not going to tell YOU, the ones who are my dear ones in the real world.i told two people(they know all my dark secrets), apart from the father of the child. and then avimuk, who has a catalogue of all of us who blog, found me and added me on his list. i gulped and braced myself to some friends not just having to listen to my rants, but to have to read them as well. okaaaaaay.they dont have to read, or visit the blog. i can go on venting, they will get bored and go away.
and then dhanno and aniamit visited, and then space bar, and then the chasing iiamb. okaaaaaay, these are all super fantastic writers. now i had to be deeply aware of the cheesiness of venting publicly, and the clumsy writing. damn!
and i was also posting photographs even though i knew some of my favourite photographers occasionally drop in. to them i can shield myself in the cloak of 'look, my daughter is so adorable!'
okay, apart from venting, and recording little details of the child, this blog was becoming an exercise in overcoming embarassment of awkward writing. wow, this blog was serving a purpose in personal growth. yipppeee.
but that did not mean that i am actually going to write to my friends and say hey, visit my blog, look look i am overcoming my horror of writing!
but you found me! you, journalist, you!
and you, in flint, are you who i think you are?
and is there anyone else whom i know in real life who is reading this blog? let me know, so i can avoid meeting your gaze next time. and promise that you will pretend that this really does not exist.
and dear visitors who dont know me, hello! you, in shanghai, i'd love to visit some time. and you in brazil, ditto. i am a nice soul, and once you know me i promise to pretend this blog does not exist. and you folk in the US, hello! i came to know about tulsa only because of some episode in 'friends'. is it nice out there or did chandler get it all wrong?
and the ones whom i did not know but met through their blogs - a very warm hello to you. thanks to your blogs i have met you guys and keep tripping on your anecdotes and thoughts! so keep mailing, messaging, facebook messaging, and when is our next meeting over chai/tequila?
and what keeps me addicted to this, apart from my personal growth? the comments! its great fun to hear someone else laugh along with you, nudge you along when you are messed up...
but now that you are all here, here is the goofy/lovely story of the day.
while i struggle to write this after reading the mail from my dear friend who can not believe i did not tell her that i have been writing a mommy blog, the child comes upto me, a photograph in her hand. the nangu baby, at one year, sits with her father, splashing wildly, in the sea. the two and a half year old child demands, mujhe yahan bhejo.
send me here!
since i am busy wondering how to tell dear friend not to be angry, but to hold my hand through this trauma of her discovering my secret, i can not understand what the child says.
mujhe yahan bhejo. mujhe paani aur baby ke saath khelna hai.
send me here. i want to play with the aby in the water.
i ask, baby kaun hai?
who is this baby?
chhoti sanah hai. uske saath paani mein khelna hai.
it is little sanah. i want to play with her in the water.
beam me out scottie!