I don't blog. I truly honestly don't. I get dragged into doing things by my family ( to be read as husband) way outside my comfort zone.
I write when I am upset on any scrap lying around. I then promptly lose it and move on. I don't keep a diary. I am a very social being but don't care for other people's blogs (unless they are really good looking, have a fabulous life and if they say things that I can agree with). I read a lot, so I assume wrongly that I can write well.
I hate self help books because they have so much advise in it by people who assume that they have sorted things out in life and assume that I have not. I still read them, coz they have some gems in it that touch me and becomes a part of me. But I still hate it.
I cook, I bake, I conduct classes on it and attend classes on it. I don't follow these fancy bloggers who cook fabulous things and put pics of it. I hate it. I would rather just eat it.
My mom still calls me to remind me to put the garbage out and my dad assumes that I never water the plants or feed my kids for that matter. So here it goes. The things I don't wanna share on Facebook and WhatsApp is all gonna be here.
Read it please. Or don't, I won't hold it against you ever.
I write when I am upset on any scrap lying around. I then promptly lose it and move on. I don't keep a diary. I am a very social being but don't care for other people's blogs (unless they are really good looking, have a fabulous life and if they say things that I can agree with). I read a lot, so I assume wrongly that I can write well.
I hate self help books because they have so much advise in it by people who assume that they have sorted things out in life and assume that I have not. I still read them, coz they have some gems in it that touch me and becomes a part of me. But I still hate it.
I cook, I bake, I conduct classes on it and attend classes on it. I don't follow these fancy bloggers who cook fabulous things and put pics of it. I hate it. I would rather just eat it.
My mom still calls me to remind me to put the garbage out and my dad assumes that I never water the plants or feed my kids for that matter. So here it goes. The things I don't wanna share on Facebook and WhatsApp is all gonna be here.
Read it please. Or don't, I won't hold it against you ever.
This is a masterpiece of writing. I wish I could write as crisply and clearly as you.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. That is really kind of you.
DeleteI read it! So refreshing to see that you are still the same girl i shared my room with 20 years ago!
ReplyDeleteFeed your kids???....lolz uncle!!!
By the way, does this mean you liked my fb cake pics and hated it? :D :D
Thanks Jiggy. I'm really glad that you liked it. Yes, I'm the same the girl ;-), and yes, I loved and hated your pics. (Grinning like crazy, at how you have put my dilemma so nicely) . You inspire me to try out different things for my baking classes with kids and to do so much more with my time.
DeleteMuaah! Go girl! Im eagerly waiting for your next piece of blogging!
DeleteFun fun fun!! Can't wait for the next one and the next and the many after...
ReplyDeleteHee Hee. Thanks Ramya. Can't wait to write it too.
DeleteWow bina... Reading this was like sitting with u over coffee and chatting with u in person.. Its amazing how much this piece reflects so much of u... Loved it
ReplyDeleteThanks so much Vidhi. Really glad that you loved it.
DeleteOn my first reading, I didn't like it. I went and re-read it after seeing some of the comments here and in FB and I saw it in a different light. The comments are right, it is SO you.
ReplyDeletePut a link for my blog, na? You're going to have way more readers than me :-).
It means a real lot that you like it. I absolutely love your blogs on history. They are interesting and give me the right amount of info. Hee..Hee .... Will do.
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