let it grow

on the morning of 29th march,1980, baby pooddi was a pretty pissed infant. his sleepy world had been overturned and overrun by the clan. the child had turned one and on this flimsy excuse, relatives from all over the place had descended to his house to celebrate. while he gave most of them a patented contemptuous sneer for their troubles, the intrepid ones who actually pinched his bottom or indulged in such indecent behavior got pissed on. literally(aw, why do we have to grow up?). great things are expected of the baby, his beaming parents were told. uncles tried to make the infant laugh by pulling monkey faces. aunts cooed over the child's features. never known for his patience, after enduring about 30 minutes of such foolish behavior, the infant stuck his thumb in his mouth and said

"gurgle gurgle".("'night folks. drive safe" in babyspeak).

why am i on this mother of all nostalgia trips anyway?

ans: in one week’s time, EY turns one!!(they grow up so fast!!!)

from the first halting blog entitled "adaptation and survival", it's going to be a year since EY took his baby steps in the world of blogging

of all the things that have caught my fancy, not one has held it like blogging has. i'll go ahead and say it : i love my blogs. i love blogging. not because i think i'm the next hemingway. i love them because i went through a lot of them today and felt pretty kicked. i wasn't even reading them. just read a snatch or two, here and there. but what struck me was this: all this is mine. here's the one that's thick as snot with emotion. here's the one that i almost didn't post. here's the one i wrote in that cyber cafe. here they all are, can you believe it? Little pieces of me.

WOW.... the number of blogs belies the fact that blogging is now very much a full-time activity. that's because i have something like a five to one conversion ratio. that's one blog per five ideas. "ok, shut the fuck up for a while", i tell my mind.

here comes the concluding para, the part where i usually sigh and shake my head in disbelief. two minutes to "update blog". run final scan for errors: in spelling, grammar or facts. shrug shoulders. log on to the net. type in the URL. update blog. my blog has been updated successfully. peace of mind. i feel sated. that's the best part about posting a blog. for once, the voices have been silenced. they'll stay that way for a few hours. and then they'll start all over again. what about your trip to bandipur? What about nietzsche? And spinoza? literary criticism- hetfield- uma thurman- religion- art- work- video games.........before i know it, index finger is poking into eye socket. my thinking cap is on. let me find my dancing shoes.