Just a Thought – Maze of Junk

Is it not strange that as we sift through an enormous pile of unwanted flyers, newspaper ads, junk emails, meaningless forwards, phone calls, videos, we seldom have time left for the meaningful? The meaningless devours the day and we complain we’ve no time! I had never thought assessing and rejecting information could be such a task. But how do I get out of this useless maze? The junk is everywhere!

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Thank You!

Dear,

This week, my blog turned 3 and today, I received the notification of getting 1k followers on WordPress. Yes, I am celebrating today not because of the number of readers or my social media reach but the fact that you and I have stayed together. Despite everything, I didn’t stop writing and in spite of everything, you didn’t stop reading.

WordPress is so different from Twitter, Facebook or other platforms, where aggression and pretentiousness is the norm. The blog world is a courteous place where varying thoughts peacefully coexist and there is mutual cooperation. I am so glad I became a part of it.

This blog child of mine came into life, when my older one was 3.5 years old and little one was just 6 months. I was new in the US and life would often bog me down. This blog child helped me to remain positive and creative throughout (Managed to write two kids book too!). And then there were your blogs, amazing, creative, heart touching posts! Such superior intelligence and laudable artistic endeavors!

My two favorite families, dear husband, friends and ‘you’ have been my enviable support system. And then, there is the playful Krishna, who gently whispers – Charaiveti (Go on..) whenever my shoulders stoop and I intend to stop.

Thank you once again!

Love, Shivangi

Small Thing#3 – Sad but can’t help it!

How true are these words! We are all self proclaimed stars! We are a generation, armed with technology to showcase ourselves anywhere and everywhere…in the best possible light. And we are doing it, running after it, competing for one second of fame on our social media world! But what do we have to offer? ….Ugghh…Seriously?

As we record our ongoing history – friends bargain likes for likes, propagandists mix up facts, fiction becomes fact! Everyone’s beautiful through edited selfies, borrowed wisdom, sugary moments, lovely videos…anyone can be a star in our generation! What a beautiful place! Really? What a maze! What should be believed in? What should be followed? And, haven’t we excelled in editing…in fact… editing out reality, itself?

I guess, posterity will have a tough time sieving truth and excellence out of our recorded history. Because we all know that sparkling gems are being covered by piles and piles of fire crackers!

 But we all love it, don’t we? Can’t help it!

A letter to my classmate!

   
Hello,

Hope this letter finds you good. I felt an immediate need to write to you after visiting your facebook profile via our common friend’s profile. I was looking for a tall, gawky person but saw a different man there – aged with lined face and a pot belly. I was aghast! There was no sign of the boy who would enter the classroom bustling with energy, taking on the world in his languishing stride. 

It seems as if time has flown since I last saw him after our board exams (Kabuliwallah syndrome… remember the story?). We were sixteen then… fresh and so full of excitement to take on the world. I had half expected to find the same boy and initiate a chat with him. But for the first time, I experienced how much the world has changed… how much I have changed! In a flash, I felt being transported from teenage years right into my thirties.

He and I studied together from kindergarten till tenth. Although, we were never best of friends! Infact, I remember the boy was mean to me a number of times and I myself was not a model of good behaviour but we were comfortable around each other. I also visited other classmates via your profile but everyone has changed. Most of us have put on weight, have moved to different places, undergone varied experiences. Life truly has taken a toll on us.

I tried hard to find some semblance, something of the past in your picture but …I gave up.  You looked comfortable around your family…a typical man of the world who goes to work in the morning, returns home tired and waits for dinner to be served at night. Your wife is beautiful and kids are cute. One of them resembles you. I am glad life has been good to you. But again, you are so unlike him. He was fidgety and non-conformist. You are a stereotype family man!

He was ambitious, boisterous and haughty but you seem to avoid confrontations. He questioned everything and you seem to accept everything. I like that you are happy and settled but I liked him better – my happy go lucky classmate who would make the class laugh with his pranks. He was non predictable and creative, you are adjusting with what life has offered you. Good for you!

 I smile thinking that once upon a time,  my classmates were an intrinsic part of my world. I had enjoyed their encouragement and would take any discouragement to heart. Many a times, they were harsh and judgemental.

My classmates held the power to make or break me. I didn’t know then that all this would change so drastically. And that I would no longer have to compete with or conform to anyone’s notions. It felt good when I moved on from teenage angst towards maturity but in the process, I took you all for granted. I had never thought I would never find you all ever again…not in the same way. 

I get nostalgic remembering the last parting image of my classmates – excited bunch of boys and girls who loved to chat,  bitch, scream and dream. Where did they all go?

Lately, some of you crept into my memory and reminded me of those sweet-sour school years. Perhaps, wanting to re-live the past encouraged me to visit your FB page.  I wanted to meet you all and have a chat online. But I guess…I have lost the connect.

If my letter encourages you to find him – the gawky teenager, somewhere deep within you, then kindly let him know that I am thankful to him for being a part of my childhood. 

May be, my letter would make you  curious and you would want to check back my profile. But I warn you – you will hardly recognise me – a married woman with kids. You would not know what to say to me.

But perhaps if you let that tall boy visit my profile, he might find the quiet girl who loved doodling and reading. They will connect, have great conversation and laugh together like youngsters do. Please find and send him once for I am sure we all miss the innocent, musical laughter of our wonder years! Then, may be we will reconnect again with our past.

Best wishes for everything,

Your former friend

  
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Happy Birthday Adivir!

  Greetings Dear!

Welcome to the first birthday celebrations of my blog child Adivir ( Stories by Shivangi) on WordPress. I am glad you could make it!

When I started blogging with two little ones around, I was not sure about the consistency of my posts. But then ‘You’ came along and everything changed. Your likes, your appreciation, your comments, your ideas, your posts sort of liberated and motivated me. I am indebted to you, dear, for enabling my blog child Adivir ( Stories by Shivangi) to grow into a one year old beauty.

Adivir is humbled to have around 200 friends on WP and a number of supporters on other social media too. 

  
This child of mine came into life with my first post ‘A Short Ghost Story’, on January 30, 2015. A year from today! She had no readership except for a single comment by my friend. But since then she has grown on your support despite the fact that I am unable to devote much time to her.

Owning a blog and maintaining it gives one great feeling of power and happiness. I experienced it while running this blog. It gave my creativity a new lease of life. And whenever I stopped writing ‘You’ egged me on with a kind comment.

Late Barbara Beacham’s ‘Monday’s Finish the Story’, enabled me to write posts while I was on the move with a six month old baby and a three year old. Barbara is no more and I miss her. If she were not around during the initial days, I might have stopped writing. She was one of those who brought fresh ideas and appreciation…

  
Then, there is You! The Reader! I write because I have to… and it becomes all the more pleasurable when I feel You are around… nodding, smiling or may be disapproving. But you are there for Adivir… and that is the most important thing. 

Kindly keep blessing Adivir with your love and encouragement. I am sure she will try her best to keep you company this year as well as years to come.

Have fun here and don’t forget to pop the mouth watering rasgullas before you leave. May Krishna Bless You!

  

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