I love my Blog #BlogChatter

I take on the baton of Blog Love from Ajay Kontham

 

I started off with a diary, but couldn’t sustain it for long

The ink would spread and the words bled leaving me forlorn

I had so many words and thoughts trapped inside of me

I wanted to write them down to save them for posterity

So what did I do? I signed up for a blog

‘Deliciously Alive’, it was called for 12 years long

I wrote and published and I also shared

With people very few, only those I knew who cared

And then I met BlogChatter and things began to change

I realized that I needed a bigger home and a decided on a new name

I now own a tiny space on the vast internet, it’s called Sirimiri

Sirimiri is Latin for a fine drizzle of rain, isn’t the name quirky?

I thought it was apt for my blog which is why I named it so

My blog represents me and we should match, don’t you think so?

Sirimiri is a fine drizzle of words, in my case

Words that fall softly but once read don’t leave you the same

My Blog is my calling card it will lead you to me

When you visit and leave a comment behind, I smile showing 32 teeth

Sirimiri is where you’ll find my varied feelings, happiness and angst

My unfiltered thoughts, celebrations and my rants

My blog has grown with me as we traversed together through the years

Acquiring a sheen of wisdom and facing all our fears

I think these are reasons enough to show my love for my blog

Thought they keep changing and multiplying these will do for now

I love Sirimiri and Sirimiri is me

We both are open books that choose the page we want you to read.

I pass on the baton of Blog Love to Chandni 

Reasons I am Thankful for being a Blogger #ThankfulThursdays

When I started blogging a dozen years ago it was just a ‘cool’ thing to do. Having a blog was like having your personal diary, which was on display for everyone to read, and I wrote and posted keeping that in mind.

In the last few years Blogging has evolved, and how! Your blog is no longer just a personal diary but has gone on to become your brand. As with the changes in blogging there are changes in bloggers too. From a shy reluctance to admitting you have a blog, to the confidence with which this must have accessory, a blog, is flaunted.

This exciting journey has refined some of my existing talents even as it taught me a lot of new things. This ThankfulThursday, hosted by, prompt, Amrita and Tina got me to recollect and share a few I am thankful for;

Writing is what draws readers to a blog. Writing is a prerequisite for having a blog, unless you have a photo blog or some such, and even then a bit of writing is required. I have honed my writing by blogging over the years and have come to understand that

Reading is another way to write better. Reading other blogs is fulfilling, and if you are a good learner and patient reader perusing work written by others could teach you the finer nuances of writing. You

Learn and gain awareness of new genres, different perspectives and refreshing styles of writing. You become aware of how a single thought or prompt can have varied interpretations.  I also learnt that blogging could be a great way to

Earn money, either as a full time career or something on the side. What better way to do so, making what you love, writing, your work and making it pay, literally. I am thankful to blogging as it is also a great way to

Meet people. Blogging groups, blogging communities are a constantly bubbling cauldron of ideas and people, and joining them is a good idea. The one good thing Bloggers share is a common love for writing and reading. Apart from that your similarities and differences lead you to

Befriend people who you click with and take your friendship to real life as well. I am thankful to blogging as it introduced me to people who have gone on to become friends like family over the years. I thankful too, to see and experience the ugly side of blogging which has only made me

Better and not bitter. I learnt that ideas have to be guarded and trust has to be earned. You polish and shine your repertoire of words as you patiently await your turn. What is any experience if it did not

Teach you something that you needed to learn, eh?

 

 

10 Day ‘You’ Challenge: 10 Secrets

10 Secrets

1) I LOVE Bollywood gossip! It is my stress buster!
2) I cannot drive. Despite a valid driving license, AND learning it thrice. Yes, I am duly ashamed of the fact.
3) I cannot ride a bicycle either. Yes, ashamed of that too.
4) I was a borderline OCD (and very annoying to live with I assure you, ask my sister) but I am all good now.
5) I am extremely organized though. Despite being a Gemini.
6) I mostly wear the clothes and shoes I have shopped for immediately, right out of the store.
7) I compliment random strangers. No, I do not think there is anything strange about saying nice things to people.
8) Till 4 years ago I did not know cooking, at all. I learnt cooking online, through blogs and sites. I now also have a food blog.
9) I was nicknamed Baby as a child. I refused to answer to it after I turned 10. Since then I am Mayuri, to one and all.
10) The first thing I notice about people are their teeth and their feet. And I am obsessive about keeping mine in ship shape.

Saw this BlogChallenge on Novemberschild blog and I knew I had to do it!:)

The Blog Commandments

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Getting a Blog is akin to catching the common cold these days, eventually most people get it.

So, once you’ve got a Blog what do you do? You write, you post and share your post with friends and/or the social media and think you a done. Right?

Wrong!

The Blog World has some etiquette too, which are sadly discussed within groups and rarely aloud and the reason why they go unsaid and unheard. Much like when you start driving you need to be mindful of traffic rules and fellow drivers on the street, in the Blogging world too there are a few Do’s and Don’ts you should maintain, if you would be like to known as a blogger of repute.

What exactly am I trying to say? Read the Blog Commandments to find out

Thou Shalt Check For Typos Before Posting: There is nothing more off-putting than a post dotted with typos. Typos are distracting and take away from your credibility of being a good writer and blogger.I have been the victim of I-am-so-excited-to-have-written-this-post-that-I-must-post-this-right-away syndrome many a times, and dashed off a post without checking for typos, to always regret it later. It takes 2 minutes to check your post and 1 minute to lose a reader. Decide.

Thou Shalt Maintain a Quality Control Check On Thy Posts: The temptation to post regularly and often is almost always a good sign. It is good for you and for your Blog Health. But by no means should you compromise on the quality of your posts to increase the quantity of them. Remember, you are your own brand and you wouldn’t want to endorse anything that is not your standard, would you?

Thou Shalt Visit Other Blogs: Blogging is not only about just writing, posting and sharing your posts. It is also about reading other blogs, and sharing posts and doing so benefits YOU. Reading almost always leads to better writing as when you read you learn a lot more, get ideas for blog posts, and sometimes also learn what not to do/write.

Thou Shalt Leave Proper Comments: When you visit other Blogs and read a post, do leave a comment. All Bloggers I know love getting and reading comments, as that shows that you’ve visited the blog, read the post and taken time out to post a comment. ‘Lovely’, ‘Nice post!’, ‘Loved reading this’ are NOT considered comments.

Thou Shalt Not Badger Fellow Bloggers: To visit your Blog, read your post and/or post comments. The wish to do so should come naturally to your readers. At the most a gentle nudge you could give is visit their Blog, read their post and leave a comment and the blogger should ideally respond. If not, someone else is sure to. And if you don’t get responses at all, then you need to work on visibility and probably your writing too.

These Commandments are the result of discussions and interactions with fellow bloggers over the years, through which we realized that pretty much the same behaviour either pleases us, or pisses us off. Your Blog reflects you and your personality as does your Blog Etiquette, and it takes very little to keep these points in mind and follow them.

Wouldn’t hurt to try, would it?

Happy Writing and may the Muse always be kind to you!

 

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Death Tower

A while ago I wrote a story called Hot Shower, and had people ask me what happened next? Read on to find out 🙂

Varun thought he heard a whoop. Or did he? Everything seemed blurred through the fuzzy curtain of sleep and he turned, cocooned himself within the quilt and went back to sleep.

He was nudged awake by the sun shining directly on his face. ‘Damn this bloody woman!’ he muttered under his breath, ‘she’d forgotten to draw the curtains again!’ he grumbled. Varun reluctantly threw back the covers, got out of bed and stretched.

2 pm, the clock glowed.

He peeked out of the room as he walked towards the bathroom, and saw the television was on. He shrugged, let out a huge yawn and almost tripped at the entrance of the bathroom.

‘Bloody hell!’ he swore, holding onto the door frame to stop himself from falling.
Seema was lying face down on the bathroom floor, a towel wrapped around her, her hair still damp from her shower.
‘Seema!’ Varun bent down and nudged her shoulder, ’wake up!’ he nudged her harder. She didn’t budge.
‘SEEMA!’ he yelled even louder and shook her even harder.
‘Huh?’ she turned her face to look up at him.
‘High? Again?’ he asked, mouth twisting sarcastically.
‘Vaaaaaarrrrrrruuuuuuunnnnnn’ she groaned, going back to her earlier prone position.

‘No you don’t!’ he exclaimed scooping his hands under her arms and making her stand up. She was like a rag doll, lifeless.
He placed her right hand over his shoulder and used his left hand to prop her up from the waist, and walked her to the bed. He lay her down, damp towel and all, and covered her with the quilt he has discarded a few minutes ago and walked back into the bathroom.

As he brushed his teeth he realized that he felt a twinge of guilt for introducing Seema to LSD. She was an artist, and a brilliant one at that, and claimed that these LSD ‘trips’ enhanced her vision and ideas. He was inclined to agree as all the paintings, murals and frescos she painted after ‘coming down from a high’ were brilliant. And she was paid an unimaginable amount of money for them. Despite which that twinge of guilt made an occasional appearance to prick his infallible conscience.
She wasn’t hooked to LSD. They were both adults, capable of making decisions for themselves, and with those time worn lines, Varun felt better and stepped into the shower.

He zipped up his well-fitted jeans, buttoned his linen shirt and and picked up his ammunition. He walked into the dark room and stood still for a moment. He knew they were here, just as they knew he was. His sneakers made no sound as he walked towards his special place. He switched on a button and a small square of harsh, white light lit up a tiny part of the room, and the smirk on his face.

From the corner of his eye he saw a man hiding behind a far wall. Would he be armed, he wondered and turned and swiftly ran towards his target. Standing with his back toward the wall, behind which the man was hiding, he took a few moments to catch his breath as he released the safety catch of his loaded gun. Stealthily he moved towards the edge of the wall, abruptly turning to the right, gun pointed in the front, to find no one there.

‘Damn!’ he swore softly. Where had the man disappeared to? With his back towards the wall and the gun pointed in front of him he scanned right and left, his eyes and mind trying to seek out the possible hiding spots. But it was barren land as far as he could see.
As he wondered what he should do next, he heard a sound. A shuffling sound. He cocked his head to decipher which side it was coming from?

But there was silence.

Tucking his gun into his waistband he began walking back to deal with unfinished business.

He had barely walked a few steps when he heard another sound. A panting sound that sent a chill down his spine. He turned to see a pack of dogs running towards him. About 30 of them. Huge, ferocious ones.
He froze on the spot. His mind refusing to co-operate with his legs.
With every second of standing still they were coming closer. He willed himself to run, and began.
He ran, and so did the dogs.
They were faster.
He upped his pace, and they got closer.
His gun slipped out of his waistband and he screeched to a halt to retrieve it. They stopped too, for the briefest moments, and he and the dogs locked eyes.
They were so close that he could see the saliva dripping from their open mouths.
He forgot the gun and ran. After a moment’s hesitation so did they.
Faster. And faster.
Many chasing one.
Who would win this battle of survival?

Varun sat back with a satisfied smile on his face.
No, Varun didn’t like LSD.
He designed Video Games.