20 February, 2014

Musings of a blogger

“When I was a girl I would look out my bedroom window at the caterpillars; I envied them so much. No matter what they were before, no matter what happened to them, they could just hide away and turn into these beautiful creatures that could fly away completely untouched.”
― Patch Adams

This is my tiny, simple, sweet, silly, irrelevant, inconsequential, little blog. Yes, it is very close to my heart. But mind you, I do not pour my heart out here. It is me but it is not completely me. It is not even 10% of what I am or what I do. And yet, it gets so much importance that sometimes I am myself baffled. I write this blog for fun but my readers (and specially the ones that know me even distantly), read a lot in between the lines (unnecessarily). Then they make their own opinions and pass their own judgements. They see some picture and say, "here she is aloof. Everything is not OK. Something is wrong." For heavens sake, nothing is wrong and I can take care of myself. 

I am a simple person who enjoys simple things in life and wants to lead a life, that is uncomplicated and straight. Just because I write a blog, please do not give me a celebrity status. Do not intrude in my life. Do not try to know more than is written and portrayed. Lead your own lives. 
Even friends of my friends are interested in knowing about me. Why? Don't you have something more interesting and important in life to do? 

My real readers connect to me because they find something interesting, something inspiring, something funny, something cute. But the people I know, come here to pry upon- Lets see whats going on in her life. Is she happy or is she sad. Is she having a good time or a bad time. And then phone calls are made and I am discussed through my blog. You see the difference? Writing a blog does not mean that I am open to public scrutiny. Revealing small details about myself does not mean that I want any limelight. 

“I tell of hearts and souls and dances...
Butterflies and second chances;
Desperate ones and dreamers bound,
Seeking life from barren ground,
Who suffer on in earthly fate
The bitter pain of agony hate,
Might but they stop and here forgive
Would break the bonds to breathe and live
And find that God in goodness brings
A chance for change, the hope of wings
To rest in Him, and self to die
And so become a butterfly.” 

― Karen Kingsbury, Oceans Apart