“Why Another Blog???” Mom asked over phone...As always, I hadn’t given a thought to it. Just felt like another-blog-ish and planned to do it. However, since she asked and I too have to have a good logical explanation for the need of another-one, I started with my favorite pastime…Pondering Over…
In midst of all the meditating, I re-read my intro’s last lines…”That's me...A childish dreamy soul, with an indefatigable pursuit of happiness...” I still am childish…Just that I’ve started “behaving” when I’m in my corporate heels…I used to safely ignore my surroundings earlier…
I still am that dreamy soul…Just that I’ve started weighing each dream carefully in the balance of realism. I never used to do that…
I love to believe that I’m still indefatigable…just that somehow I know, all of us are limited by circumstances…
And yes, I do have that same pursuit of happiness … No changes to that one… except that happiness now has a hazier meaning…It used to be as simple as doing-good-in-studies and getting rewarded for good behavior.
Now, when I stare at the horizon, I no more believe that it’s a beautiful view of earth mating skies…I think about the vagueness of stupid dreams, of going far far far away trying to touch the beauty with your fingers…
And so I’m done with justifications...Meanings have changed over time and so the blog…
Strived is my look, rather peeking, into some lives, quintessentially working, of-age (girls? Ladies?) Who’ve made me scratch my head and left me brooding over justification of those social rules… It’s not about uptown girls given in to their environs, it’s about those puzzled little creatures, struggling to find their niche and still religiously (abided by? torn between?) confusions of rights and wrongs, being urbane and being daughters-of-Indian-middle-class…(about “Stri” as defined in “ved”s)
P.S. Yes, I already know there won’t be any concrete rational explanations derived at the end…
It’s NOT about Me, My Life, My adventures or so to say…
NO, I’m not a pro-feminist…
I promise, i will read ur blogs till the end of epilogue :).
ReplyDeleteWaiting for a new beginning to begin,waiting for your new perspectives,poetic or not, i will still be waiting, rational or irrational, i will still be finding sense in it. But this, i hope doesnt mark the end of the previous innings.