Miss Anonymous sent me a small write-up. I was pleasantly surprised to see that it was about my blog, and persuaded her to be a guest blogger. So there you go.
P.S: Excuse the bastardization of links, but it’s just easier for you and me.
It was one of those days when I had nothing much to do and was just going through different pages, until I hit this particular page. Someone had written about how nice it is to have your birthday in December
as to how you can plan your year ahead and so on, and I was just wondering as to who plans their year ahead on their birthday. Well, I scrolled further down to read that birthday is just a special day that needs to be celebrated
for all the years that you have lived and enjoyed not bothering about when its celebrated, to quote the exact words “it’s not the birthday that’s important, it’s the day. You can choose to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day instead if you want to. I think it’s the same.” If he thinks it’s the same then how it is different if your birthday comes in October, November or December. It will always remain special to the person. I was still very much impressed by the way everything was written and how the words weighed. It was late in the night but there was no way I would stop reading before finishing it coz I was thoroughly enjoying the writings.
The stories went on giving a different view of things, it made me emotional when I read and thought that there are actually so many people in this world who cry alone
, if only one person would help only one other person, so many smiles would have appeared. Wondering how each one of us is actually busy with our lives that we miss to notice the tear of a person standing right beside us. I was astonished as to how someone could communicate with a boy in a single ride to make him so comfortable to tell the story of his escape
. Amazing I thought. Rajnikanth lied
? Well that sounded nice in my head. Dead man’s words
scared me, scrolled it up and down more than once to understand what it was, that I was actually reading. A different way to look at death the person has I thought, emotional way. Everyone of us know that death
is something that is not in our hands
, few things are just meant to happen
, still we blame ourselves relating to someone else’s death some way or other, that’s only coz it shows that we know the value of the life that we miss
. The number of lives
that is lost daily, the number of tears that are shed are countless and the love that is expressed is priceless.
, well I could easily relate to all of the posts which included this word in it. Including the bunking of classes
, to different kind of people you can find, easier way to just do anything you want to and still be a degree holder
, the emptiness you feel when you think of the life after this, the blank future ahead
of you, the long lasting interviews
that you might not be interested to attend to and all the great memories that you carry with you anywhere you go.
? Bringing pumpkin’s thoughts to words felt a little weird and nice. How every small thing is processed differently in each one’s mind. I realized cleaning
the table does take a lot of effort and sneezes. Elections
..Hmmm.. This made me think a lot, this is how we always end up with the “bad” politicians occupying the most respective seats which they don’t deserve. But well, seems like the deserving candidates hardly stand for election. It just reminded me of my dad’s words which said “please get a voter’s ID card”. Still don’t see the use of it. Bangalore traffic is messed up, but then without it I think Bangalore would not be complete and the rickshaws
are always annoying by their “mann pasand” movement on the road or when you don’t find one for a really long time when you are in a great need of one.
I read on for more to find a story
with bridge crossing, where did the sudden bridge come from? The promises? The bus? With all the verses in between the stories which had a musical tinge to all of it, with guitar involved in stories, it made things musical
in a way that even I didn’t realize. Nirvana
Here comes my favourite part: the post about bike rides
and foot ball
, guess I’ll never fully understand it. Loved the license story
. Just a small instance of how corruption
is crawling into everyone’s life, but I liked the story more. Just wondering how the inspector had the guts to ask for a ride still makes me laugh thinking how weird people are. Narrating a scene in the cat’s point of view
, well will a cat really think so much? How I wish I could actually listen to what the little fellow was thinking. Only if I could become a cat and see how monstrously the world around looked in its chotu eyes. My favorite of the lot was the killing of the rat
. Reminded me of the rat that I had to handle with when no one was home and how scared I was of the small rat. More than that what I loved was the way the story was written. Very different, simply amazing. Enjoyed every minute of it as I went through the flashbacks.
As soon as I read all the blogs, I felt like writing again. Writing the thoughts that flow through my mind not thinking twice about it. Not a story but my thoughts. Just couldn’t think of anything else other than the blogs I read. Wanted to tell how I enjoyed the blogs to “the blogger”, waiting to hear more stories. I just clicked the small button which said “Follow” on the page, before I closed the page with a big smile
on my face.