So… I see you decided to leave.
You came one glorious sunny day and gave me a certain orange mark on my blog, and even WordPress proudly announced “You have a new follower!” I was overjoyed of course! And I must have sent you a Note of Thanks, as I always do without fail, because I believe in it that much.
You read my posts for a while, and I smiled to see your Likes. You led me on, made me believe you were enjoying what I wrote.
But then BAM! Without reason, without notice, you left me stranded, you left me without a word, and no goodbye! You never let me know the real feelings you went by, did you think I won’t notice and you could simply slip by?
Well you were wrong.
I noticed. And it hurt. So what that I don’t remember your name, I do feel having lost your presence!
Why would you do it? Why would you never say that you were losing the feel in my posts? Why would you hold your grudging even when I say I welcome all comments? Why would you Slander, Mutinise? On my ship, under my command, you chose to sneak out? WHY?
I know it’s your choice.
And I accept you had all right.
But no goodbye?
That seems dry.
Sorry, I get poetic when I am charged. But you didn’t even like my poetry! You never spoke about my work, never made a sound. But with what a loud bang you left!
From a perfect 40 you left me and made it 39. So incomplete, so raw! But I can’t really blame you… you left because you didn’t like me anymore. Makes me think… what set you off?
Oh I’m doing it again! Did you leave because of posts like this? Where I whine and whine and cry out insanely and maybe you got fed up! Because we aren’t even married, and you still get a regular dose of my complaints?! Or was it because of jokes like this? That I play too much with the sanctity of marriage?!
Oh then, you must hate me for all the things I say against the government, you law-abiding citizen! If I promised I never broke any law, and swear to never be an iota seditious would you come back?
Oh please come back!
Or tell me what went wrong!
Wait! I know it! You just hated my writing!
So… not even my pics would reel you back in?
Nope? No chance?
Maybe I could….
All right… but if you MUST leave… maybe you’ll write a Sayonara Comment? ONE comment? That would mean…
Hey! You walked out on me! You owe me that much!
No? Whatever you say, you’re the boss.
You’re in charge. Since you chose to act up, mister and leave without telling! Huh!
Post Script: Yes, someone just unfollowed me. But all the rest is just made up. 🙂 I am giving him none of this ramble, and I don’t think anyone will ever get it. So feel free to follow or unfollow! 😀 See ya!
Tebogo Ndlovu nominated me for the One Lovely Blog Award. And try as I might, I can NOT write a good fiction piece I intended to, she’s got my attention so grasped.
Firstly, you have GOT to know the rules. If that doesn’t tell you all you need to know about the creator of this Award-
1.Give credit to the person who nominated you.
2. Describe 7 things about yourself.
3. Nominate 15 other bloggers.
Since I was nominated, here is my diligent compilation of 1, 2 and 3.
Tebogo Ndlovu. First of all, check out her blog at http://www.tebogondlovu.wordpress.com I think I have never read a poem as beautiful and as ‘just-there’ as A Homage to Our Lips. Remember a curve that sets everything straight? You will, after you read. I am really grateful, Tebogo, because to be nominated for an award for my blog is something I never expected.
Now, as to the 7 things about me…. why just 7? That will be a challenge.
- I love writing about cheeseburgers though I have never had one, and never will, because only recently I learnt that a cheeseburger is a hamburger with cheese.
- I am avid reader and I adore Jeffrey Archer and Mitch Albom.
- I love dogs but only one dog ever loved me back, and now she’s dead.
- I often say to myself that I would have been “as lost as El Dorado if I didn’t write.”
- My favourite pass-time is to find things to do, even if I always end up ignoring what I find and finding other options…
- I love colours, but black is my favourite, because it’s really a spectrum of all colours!
- I hate hate-speeches. (Tell me you liked this one!)
And now, to the 15 other blogs I nominate! Here we go-
- Starstone! Just read her Hillflower story, I keep saying.
- Second Lunch! He makes wonderful illustrations, though I love the one where he battled WordPress and Blogger out best.
- The Good Greatsby. He’s funny. I hope he is. Because he needs serious attention if he isn’t.
- The Whine List. No comment. Plain awesome.
- Mostly Bright Ideas. Bright? Electric!
- Rutendo Chabikwa. I’m linking her’s to a post, and that should explain her substance.
- “The Two Bruces explain it all… because the world needs all the help it can get.” Sure!
- The Oven Mitt. A food blog. No, a drool blog.
- Scribbled Poetry. Though this blog is not on WordPress, I think that shouldn’t be the reason to remove it from this list.
- The Nomad Grad. Her Barrier Reef adventure is one to die for.
- Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.
- Tebogo Ndlovu. WHY in the world not.
- The Third Oracle. Because, he is just, mind blowing.
That’s all. I know I’m short of a few. But I can’t fill in names just because I must. I’ll go read and then I’ll update this post.
Thanks again, Tebogo Ndlovu!
Dear Secret Hater,
I am grateful for your letter in Math Class today. I never knew I had a secret hater, but you made me feel very special. Specially when Ma’am caught hold of that letter while I was reading it, and was cordial enough to read it out aloud, so I don’t have to repeat it myself. She’s such a gem.
I was exceptionally surprised by your mentioning that I wear my House T-shirt out of my skirt, I would never have thought anyone would notice it since rarely anyone has it inside. Great observation skills! We’ll make you Sherlock Holmes one day.
Of course, that little fact makes all the difference. You know correct, and mentioned as much, that I don’t get time in the morning to tuck it in, which in turn shows I am a lazy bum who rushes who gets up late. I probably trouble my mom too, since I persistently choose to be untidy in my dressing. Yes, even constant scolding by teachers to put the shirts in doesn’t get to me, I am just incorrigible. And certainly also thick. I am amazed by how much you got to know about me through that simple shirt sticking out. Of course, everyone else in the school must do it because it looks convincingly heinous inside, but me, yes, I do it because I ma all the vile things you mentioned. So apt. Thank you for understanding me correctly.
I almost forgot! You mentioned volleyball. I see you noticed. Again. Sometimes I think even the coach doesn’t. Speaks volumes about you! Do I have a dedicated follower? I don’t know why the whole class laughed when ma’am read aloud your letter- when you said- “my suggestion to you is, Abandon. You play god knows what and are a huge burden to your team. At least save your own face, you’re doing no one no good. ” That’s so well-wishing of you! Seriously, why would they laugh?! Maybe because I’m Captain of the Senior team? Maybe because my team only recently got humiliated publicly for skipping practice while they awarded me Best Player. Maybe because I am the best Attacker in the school right now? I don’t know.
And the photograph! I, am so touched!
Where did you take that snap of me pushing that little kid? I thought no one was looking. But apparently, a very special person was! Did you happen to notice also the bus that was coming and that the kid was standing in it’s way? Only the visor was visible in your picture. But no sweat! I am so glad someone appreciates my efforts, even outside school!
I really must go now, Dearest Hater. Even though I realise I am being rude, not thanking you for all the things you said, I am SURE you won’t mind one bit. I really got to go write my blog (which you also happened to mention!) I have a party at my place later, in lieu of it being my birthday today. So thoughtful of you to send me that letter today- my first present of the day!
I’ll get back to your faithful reviews of all my activities every minute of the day,
With great respect for your time management skills, as you sent me that 14 page letter even when the exams are coming this Friday!
Most most sincerely,
I respect my nationalist leaders, all the freedom fighters, every single man, woman and child who has struggled for anything ever. That sent out right, why I consider ‘National Crisis’ cool is not really blasphemous as you will come to know. Just how many times have you been proved wrong when you prejudged at this blog, by the way? Anyways… 😀
I am an avid history fan. I love the idea that this world has been doing its rounds longggg before I was born and now that I am here I get to listen to all the tales and open my eyes wide, mesmerized. Hence, I have followed every major movement in history diligently down the Wikipedia pages and reveled the interesting words of passionate blogs and articles. (Though that doesn’t mean I remember everything!) But could I ever imagine that I, a citizen with good enough rights in the twenty-first century, would be a PART of one in my time?!
But I am!
This was intended to be just an update so I can’t possibly let loose with the imaginative feelings budding up now.
The National Crises is….
The entire Northern Grid electricity has gone bonkers! And 19 of India’s 28 states are *zu-ippp* facing power cut. In a sense, this is professing equality isn’t it? Or fraternity?
Anyways, so with this big a crisis on, surely it’s National and I find myself a part of blessed history. I mean, come on! How often does half the nation silently mourn lack of electricity and shows solidarity and there aren’t possibly politicians with contradicting views on this one issue!
And I can proudly say I am not giving away a national secret too. Because I heard we were pulling some energy from Bhutan, was it? Think of it… imported electricity. Bet you want to steal the phrase.
Yeah, that’s my update. Cool, remember? Yeah, frowning won’t make it any uhh… electrical…. or so…
And that’s why… TADADA!…. I might have trouble putting up posts regularly for some time. The real update. That’s the reason I’m so late today itself.
Hey say what? Care to send over help so you could read your favourite blog?! Which blog? Uhh.. this one?
I shouldn’t probably have said ‘FPed’. Yeah. That’s not a very cool phonetic sound. Uhh! Now I got to rate this post A (for adult)… or at least PG (Parental Guidance). ‘Peed’… uh-oh.
What I really mean was ‘Freshly Pressed’. Getting Freshly Pressed. Dearies who won’t catch WordPress Jargon, Freshly Pressed is that WordPress window where the top blogs of the day get their own box and that’s what every blogger aims for. It’s like our own personal hall of fame, only you can check it out by going to WordPress’ homepage. But do stick to this one too.
Now to the story behind the title- ‘Getting FPed’. (Or should it be Being FPed? Totally need practice for that IELTS Test!)
A reader dropped by this site recently. I can’t give you his name but he goes by ‘Lightning Pen’. And you should realise that I’m deducing he’s a he, by the words he used and all, I don’t know for sure. If you are reading Lightning Pen, who won’t also put up a picture for the mystery of it which is so fun by the way, please come to our rescue, eh?
So, with this reader what happened, I sent, as usual, a message being thankful for the follow and asking how he had found my blog. Yeah, that’s what I do. I like to know.
And this is what he said-
Freshly Pressed is where I saw and enjoyed your blog, just so you know! They post all the top blog’s there continuously all day long! Didn’t mean to bother you, just thought you were talented…
I swear I read the entire comment. AND I replied. But wait a second! Wait a holy hour! FRESHLY PRESSED!!! Are you freaking serious?! Already? I got it! I did?! I am the queen of the wor- No wait, scratch that. That’s too common…. umm… yes. I’m the blogmaster of the blogs!!!
Don’t worry, the delusions don’t last very long. And this one was particularly fast to burst. The higher you go, the harder you fall, wasn’t it?
Because this was the trouble. I never saw myself at FP. And I am a diligent checker. I am, because I always hoped to be surprised by seeing Address Isn’t Available! on FP before the surprise of the messages and likes on the blog.
So yes, like a mad dog, I checked through the past archives of FP, HOPING that I was wrong. But WordPress put up with the rave only through three pages and then astutely stopped me from going back through the reel any more.
But the harm was done. The idea was in. And the dreams had begun.
To be Freshly Pressed… already… just now… as yet… wowww…
And this is what I have in mind, to do when I am Freshly Pressed. Notice there is no if … my ego gets larger every day, and I blame it on the blogging. It’s just so mystical. Anyway, What I’d Do-
- OVERKILL: I’m sure you already know how much I can get carried away, specially with saying saying- Thanks. So this is what I’ll do. I’ll write a blog with a Youtube video of Queen’s We Are The Champions with a triumphant picture of mine which, as I found on Google, would be strikingly similar to this-
We are the champions my friends! We’ll keep on fighting till the end! ….Cause we are the champions! No time for losers!
- And then, I would click dozens and dozens of pictures of the window that has my blog on Freshly Pressed. And I’ll frame some and I’ll email some, to my friends and specially to my rivals. “Oh, you got that mail? That’s weird. I didn’t send it to you… a glitch probably. Yeah… that was my blog. No, no big deal! I knew I was going to be Freshly Pressed anyway…”
- Then I’ll send nice long letter praising the hair, the eyes, the wisdom and the beautiful beautiful taste of the person who put me there.
- Then I’ll casually drop the word in at school, and have everyone rave and o awe-eyed at me. That would settle the viewership tally from then on.
- Then I’ll throw a party and drink a lot of apple juice pretending that it’s champagne and dance and dance and dance.
- AND THEN, I would log back in. And sit at the computer for HOURS just watching the blog slowly tick lower and lower on the Freshly Pressed page as new blogs made it there, until I would have to go back in the archives to see it. And then I’ll go back in the archives and see…
Alas, sweet alas. For all of that though, I would first HAVE to be Freshly Pressed.
Yup. Yet another one of those times when I only just hear about a competition/ project/ etc and start dreaming having won it. Like that time when I sent my entries for a tagline to Delhi. Sigh. If dreams were true, I would now be some thousand rupees rich and a small celebrity.
Won’t it be ironical if I got Freshly Pressed for THIS post, say?! Are you listening, apostles-who-answer-prayers from the WordPress offices? That would be something right? Remember the long letter! I’ll make it public! I’ll send it to the press!
The title is an apology. So is this entire post. Because i really do feel sorry. And double sorry now that you are reading this. Because had no one seen my blog this June, this apology wouldn’t have originated in the first place. But stopping all this rambling, I’ll tell you why I apologise.
It’s difficult maintaining a blog. Why’s that? You got to have a flair for writing, or you could very well be writing in a dead journal, and your blog being nothing but sheer waste of blog addresses. You got to have the time, else the flair is lost, which, is a big big big shame. You got to have an audience, which takes so much strength, patience and drive to collect that you just can’t afford losing it. I know just how hard that one is.
And that is why I am sorry. I am going to have to lose my audience. Disappoint readers in 16 countries (I am not showing-off, huh!)…. Why? Because I have to take a necessary break. Let me tell you a story.
There was once Me. I went to school, played volleyball, worked out, swam, did homework like it or not, helped mom enough to count it here, and WROTE. Happily, relentlessly. I did it everyday, with a blessed break on Sunday when school was removed from the routine. And through all this, there were some loved ones I dreamt of, thought of, imagined, talked to in imagination, tried to catch on phone, tracked on Facebook, collected presents for, counted days till meeting…
So that’s broadly my life story in one para. Only now, it has changed. The people I dreamt of, thought of, imagined, talked to in imagination, tried to catch on phone, tracked on Facebook, collected presents for, counted days till meeting, are finally here. I am, with them. But the catch is, I must break away from this blog for a while.
I am sorry for having to write this post in the first place. I am very very disappointed to have to break my regular writing delight! But I can’t be sorry for being with my dearies, my girls!!! I can’t possibly be sorry for being with the people I love, and hence not getting the time to blog. At the steep cost of the blog, I choose the vacation. I know I might never regain the audience. But I’ll just have to start at the beginning.
Gosh, I just wrote a blog explaining why I couldn’t write a blog. Sometimes, I surprise even myself with my capacity for nonsense. But then I have always been this cutely-erratic girl ( I swear, I am not usually an egotist. 🙂 ) and I do things I just “feel like”.
Had you asked me any other time, specially when my blog was going good and breezy, I would have said such despo attempts- such naive appeals to one’s readers are plainly ‘idiosyncratic’. I believed that till an hour ago! But then I had to accept that it was going to very difficult taking out an hour from my cousins’ dances, games, piggy rides, bed-jumping and eating schedule to write. (Hey, what you laughing at! It IS tough!)
I read somewhere, not long back, how much we apologise when we shouldn’t. A boss doesn’t like our shirt, out spurts a ready sorry. Someone drops THEIR tray, we say sorry just so. Someone forgets to give US the necessary information, and we go ,”Sorry, I didn’t know that.” I think, as I write this post, how stellar an example this blog post is for the same category. But then i think of my way of writing; Say what you feel (minus the dumb jokes, of course.) I felt bad when I saw the viewership shoot down, and I felt the need to apologise, to show that I wasn’t liking the necessary break- I did.
It wasn’t necessary to write about this. I could have let my audience slip away anyway. But again, that’s not how I work …how this blog functions… This blog is an interaction. A NOTICE was naturally on it’s way!
Last, and as the saying rightly goes, BUT NOT THE LEAST- I thank you.
You just read through nine inches, of me saying sorry. I appreciate it. I do.
I swear I will be back with a bang, ASAP. If you came here through Facebook, please look out for my next link. If you came through WordPress, I’ll soon be back in the circles. If you just crawled on, and if you liked my writing, and would like to keep tabs on upcoming blog-posts, I suggest you click that Follow button. Up there, on the right hand side panel.
If you didn’t like my post, please please please…………… write that down in the comments below. I have to thank you for reading.
So, until then, Hasta la Vista!
Since this is my first post on WordPress, or on a blog in fact, I want to start with a flashback motion picture of getting here. No, you don’t have to sit through a lesson of ‘My History’ and I sincerely don’t intend to make it like that, this is just a story! A story of what caused a school-girl to set up a blog and start writing out to the wide world, for no reason, and with no aim.
When you are in tenth grade, no-one reminds you that Fridays call for the special, white uniform, and the excuse “I didn’t remember” is just as if you didn’t speak at all. Because before you realise it, they are calling you sophomores, and you may not be ready to act the part, but you do go around boasting the sheer fact that you’re senior to one more class this year. When half the year has gone by, you’ll realise you might just have boasted about breathing.
So, with a new academic session rolling in, I had new choices to make. No, not those resolutions they force us into at the assemblies, but choices literally, as in what art subject I wanted to opt for and so on. Half of the decisions depend on what I want to do, and the remaining on the number of people who will give company. With that, the focus on friends comes in. Who is doing what and why? And can I join?
So, okay, there’s lots going on, but why blog? And since there is so much ‘on’ already, really, WHY blog?
Because sometimes, in the flurry, I want to be heard, as a girl who’s expressing. Now with so much to control in the first month, I can’t get authorities to relish the change with me, and by the time one’s in senior school, children are already deciding their careers and all, and they just can’t listen to idle discussion in the first week. So, however ardently may I write, I don’t get an audience to share the butterflies! (Not that blogging promises that, but at least I am out and available!)
With my loyal orange-back notebook in my bag, I went to school for two whole weeks and adapted to the early morning rise, after the oh-so-good end-of-term vacation. I kept on writing the first few days, but into the end of the week, we knew it wasn’t too much a rush to not talk, so the notebook slipped back in the bag more often. And people started listening, because we really didn’t care it was tenth, we were still buddies!
Yet, I am writing.
Because I realised you don’t need to be alone to need a blog! You only need to be free enough. I don’t need to have those standing-alone-on-a-New-York-street-while-the-crowd-pushes-away kind of nightmares to want to blog, WordPress would go crazy if it was so!
So, I am blogging, and hope to do regularly, because I want to write out! And I suggest anyone with a comment just drop it down there because, hey, I appreciate it!