Not so long ago, there lived a little girl in the small French town of India. Following ecology’s ethics of survival, she evolved to a lady who cherished her childhood so much that she clang onto it longer than her playmates. That was until the beginning of her doomsday some seven years back. She lived through it…good girl! Yet, traces of her naughtiness were always obvious in her attitude which she recently decided to self mask as so to be a Roman while in Rome.
During happy moments, she found her expression in words and during tough times, she chose to pen down her feelings for the want of vent and thus stumbled upon the concept of blogging. Started this way, it soon became a habit for every memorable and unmemorable happenings of her life. She is none other than the author of this blogspot, me and I had played the role of the narrator all through my posts here. The rest of the characters had been revised and renamed with good intentions. Kindly excuse me for taking the liberality and slightly skewing it thus.
“All’s well that ends well”, said Shakespeare. “Sometimes not so well”, I argue. But ‘end’ is one thing that Shakespeare and myself are in agreement with. My blog ends here! An unending voyage in the deep blue sea, eternal glory for one time act and ever lasting passion for worldly things may all sound serendipitous but in reality would reach its saturation. I have visited my blogspot a number of times as an author, editing the contents and pictures, correcting grammatical and typographical errors and reading and replying to comments. Today, I happened to visit mine as a reader to pick up a few pebbles of memories. I was glad when I read the earlier posts, smiled at my similes, re-kindled and rejoiced interesting moments. However, as I carried on my read further, my face framed a frown, got cynic and I voiced out verbally ‘Eeeekkks!’
Yes, I am talking about a couple of my recent posts which stand out in sheer contrast to my earlier ones, masking the happiness out of my blog and whirling a gloomy coverall. Let my life resonate at various frequencies, that is for my diary to digest and assimilate. I had intended my blogspot to reflect a positive sine way if not a musical one but have unintentionally failed in my intentions myself. What started as a hobby soon became a habit and now an addiction. How else did a person like me who does not appreciate intrusion into her private affairs go about pouring her hearts out in a cyberspace? I need a check; I need a speed-breaker! It’s ok if we aren’t able to spread joy but we need to at least refrain from spreading negativity is my belief. So, until the day when I am cured and healed of the sickness of my mind, I shall firmly remain with my finger on my lips!
These are reasons one would say out boldly. As an aside, I honestly admit that I am running out of creative ideas to keep my blogs interesting. I am getting too lazy to put down my thoughts and fancies. I am getting paranoic about unknowingly exhibiting my personal diary. Last of all, my accessibility to the blogger is restricted while I prefer to post articles afresh. Delays in publishing somehow subsides the charm of blogging. All these suggest only one thing – it’s time to retire!
As a typical Taurean, The Bull, I’ve been digging my hooves beneath the sand and tolerating with my tusk. While I take a break from blogging, let me work myself to charge on a stampede. To all the readers following my blog, thanks for your interest. To all who left behind comments, thanks for your courage, I mean en-courage 😉 and to all my friends, thanks for being there. It has been a great journey blogging around, let me begin blogging within. Good-Bye Blogger!