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March 2016

I want to take my blog to the next level #Blogchatter

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I was tagged by Prateek to write this post.

It’s funny how you find yourself feeling awkward in a situation that should be anything but that.

When I was asked to pen down my views about the next level for my blog, I was stumped. I didn’t really have an answer, because I haven’t yet visualized where I’d like my blog to be. How fascinating that my blog’s next level hasn’t made it to my thousand splendid visions yet!

Of course, you don’t see too far when you’re nursing a baby born 59 days ago, do you? You revel in the present, cherishing every moment of your baby’s growing up, trying to figure the best ways because the early days will shape its tomorrow.

That perhaps explains why I was stumped.

My blog must be the baby of the Blogchatter family, as it only celebrates its second month of being born tomorrow. I’m a happy mother, knowing that my munchkin has many beautiful aunt and generous uncle blogs who bring in years of experience in the family to be pampered, nurtured and supported by all along. 🙂

And that’s exactly how I want it to be. As an anti-materialist, monetizing my blog is the last thing on my mind. My writings are a window to my world, to all that goes inside my ever-rambling mind…and it isn’t something anyone’s allowed to put a price tag on.

Perhaps, the next level for my blog would be where my readers, and not I, are at the forefront of promoting and getting my blog out to the world. So yes, I intend to strike a chord with my visitors, and leave them with something to ponder that’ll compel them to come back. Yet, none of it will be to tickle the fickle tastebuds of the masses, because what appeals to the crowds doesn’t usually find favour with my mind. A thousand splendid visions is for and by my mind.

I wouldn’t worry much about where my blog will next be right now, but the Universe has some plans up its sleeves. So right when you desire to be more creatively fulfilled, isn’t it fascinating how the perfect connections and inspirations come knocking your door? There’s a reason why Blogchatter has graciously accepted my baby into its family.

Yes, there’s a reason for everything…
…and I want to take my blog to the next level with Blogchatter.

I now tag Reema to write her take on the topic.

 

 

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Caged Freedom

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Image: Author’s own, taken on a warm March afternoon. Copyright © 2016 Neha C

 

 

 

As the fingers rip its nest and nerve,
Its soul bleeds at the concrete humanity as it flies;
I clip its wings and cage it in my room to conserve,
For predators have their eyes on the free skies. 

A letter to my Mr. Future

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Dear my Mr. Future Knight in Shining Armour,

First, let me congratulate you for finding a gem in a not-so-bright world. You’re about to start the journey of a lifetime, and it’ll be nothing like you imagined. Wait, don’t panic. The gem only promises to make your weddinghood better than you imagined!

(Oh wait, weddinghood? Is that a valid word? Never mind. It complements ‘knight in shining armour’, and I like the word, so let it be).

So my Mr. Future, now that you’re ready to dive into weddinghood, I understand that you’re also mature enough to understand that it’s always a two-sided game. You will be happy to know that I do not have great expectations. However, there are some things that I’d like you to know. Or let me say this straight: There are some promises that I’d like you to make. If not for promises, how else will you prove you’re a knight? 😉 Pay attention now.

  1. Promise that you’ll never leave breakfast untouched or your lunch box behind because we had a silly tu-tu-main-main in the morning. I would like to experiment my way to your heart through your stomach; and you must understand that a lot of pain (and love of course!) goes into making meals, especially during the morning rush. So growl, groan, or grumble, but have your food. 🍴
  2. Promise to take me to fairs and parks that make me happy, even if you can’t stand their sight. In return, I promise to watch those OTT sickening action movies and I-don’t-understand-f-of football matches with and for you. Sigh.
  3. Promise to sing to me. I don’t care who you’ve rented your vocal chords to — I’ll be over the moon if I can find Arijit Singh in there, but I’ll be as delighted if a frog jumps out. All I want is you to sing to me. What, you play an instrument that isn’t noisy too? OK, I love you more now. 🎼🎼
  4. Promise that you’ll never ignore or laugh at my expressions of love for you, no matter how childish you find them to be. Let me warn you: Love notes or letters may drop out of your files, or post-its may stick your shirts. Mushy SMSes may keep your phone busy, or greeting cards may knock your door at work. If you’re with me, you have to deal with it, AND say you love all of it. Note: Reciprocating will earn you brownie points. 😈
  5. Promise to never take a fight to bed, no matter how wildly we may have fought. We must keep the differences aside before we retire for the day, because I just can’t visualize us with our backs to each other. You may resume your fight the next morning if you’re so keen, provided you keep your first promise.
  6. Promise to discuss your day with me, unless you’re too tired to talk. Because I’d be the not-easy-to-find partner who’d love to sit and hear your stories, as I want to know what bothered you, or what made you happy in those hours you were away. Feel proud, because I’d want to share your struggles, and multiply your joys. Psst…told you you’d found a gem.
  7. Promise to put the toilet seat down. No, seriously. That thing up pushes the anger button in me, and I know your love isn’t so frivolous to infuriate me for something as little as two seconds of your time! 🙄
  8. Promise…oh, never mind. I don’t want to bother you much today. Filhaal inn saat kasmon ko nibhaane ka vaada kar lo, toh kaafi hai! Baaki toh weddinghood mein list milta hee rahega! 

Love,
Your future diamond. 🙂

Dear readers, before you send me congratulatory messages assuming I have found the one, please note that I’ve never been happier as now — single, living life on my own terms. I’m writing this letter imagining I’ve been taken, because trust me, it’s no fun writing to thin air (yes, I’ve tried that too). Of course, you must also know that “I’m blogging about the kasams I want from my man this Women’s Day with the #SadaSexy activity at BlogAdda”!

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