DREAM READER

Today’s Assignment: publish a post for your dream reader, and include a new-to-you element in it.

When I received this prompt I thought well my dream reader wouldn’t be any one type of a person in particular. I ideally hope that what I pen resonates with a variety of people. Please let me elaborate perhaps one of you reading right now may identify with what I am trying to say. These would probably be my dream readers.

Like minded Blogsphere-ites!
Anyone who understands what I write, who enjoys subtle humour, feels indulgent enough to let me have my say and contributes to my post with their feedbacks and comments.

Of late I have been fortunate enough to visit and read posts from such a wide variety of writers. Some are hilarious, some spiritual, some clever, some kind and some superiorly talented.

There have been days when I have started my day by randomly picking a post to read which would carry a message so perfectly tuned to my thoughts that day that it’s almost spooky!

Then there have been times when I read something and think Gosh why didn’t I think of that. I should have written that myself!

I sincerely hope that my posts one day reach out similarly too. I am certainly not looking to solve world issues or give advice to anyone. I do not consider myself accomplished enough to fill such tall orders. I do however hope that I can share a thought, spread a smile or maybe two!

In a utopian world my blog followers should consist largely of one of the two below –

Fatherly figures – Someone who like my Dad follows this blog with an avid interest. Reads each and every post, enjoys all that is written infact prints out a copy to share with his buddies and is totally biased in my favour with their comments!  🙂 I hope to have many such followers.

Motherly figures – Someone who like my Mom celebrates each post published like it were a muti book deal from Penguin! Someone who will care deeply enough to provide suggestions for improvements.

Forgive me I digress! Now getting back to the challenge specified they mentioned to include a new to me angle in this post for my dream reader.

I know that so far I haven’t exactly conformed to the challenge specified per se. So here goes, my post for the day. I hope my dream readers will enjoy reading this.

My apologies in advance for the tangent I am about to take……these words have been milling around in my mind for some time, please permit me to put them down.

(special thanks to SHAGGY for the inspiration :-))

STRENGTH OF A WOMAN

She gives you life,

Get on her wrong side and she can take it to.

She puts a smile upon your face,

But if you cause a frown on hers it’s really not that great

She may be terrified of a mouse,

But won’t flinch when she has hot wax poured on her legs.

She can single handed either make or break your day!

When the odds are against her she has been known to stand up to any challenge

She needs care, she needs love, she needs attention and praise.

She nurtures, her love is everything, she is the hidden force behind the power.

She can be demanding, she can be evil, she can bring down kingdoms.

She can bear immeasurable pain, she has hidden within her untold strengths.

Win her heart and she is yours forever.

But break her heart and the phoenix that rises from those ashes ……..

Odes and Verses have been dedicated to the complex workings of the feminine.

But the simplest one would be to bear in mind

Never underestimate THE STRENGTH OF A WOMAN.

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SAY YOUR NAME

What’s in a name ……that which we call a rose…

Alright I shall not be presumptuous enough to actually use or distort iconic words such as that.

My name is Kavitha (which means Poetry).

When I began this blog I spent a lot of time considering what exactly should my name reflect as on the blog. I preferred to maintain at that time some namelessness in a hope to create a sense of mystery and intrigue. I thought to use this blog not merely to indulge in my passion for writing but also a great way to broaden my horizons.

It has been brought to my attention often by close friends and family that I have a penchant for talking well shall we say a bit more than the average person.

I wanted my blog to be an open book. Each chapter varying in feel, sound and content.

Given all of this what better I felt then, than to call myself KBLAH and to name my page CHARTEBLANCHE (I took literary liberty with the spelling)

So although I have not made any changes to my blog these are briefly the workings of my mind and how I decided to make these pseudonyms mine.

https://charteblanche.wordpress.com/

“Who I am and Why I’m here”

This post has me thinking very hard. How does one answer this question? How do I define myself or rather describe who I am in words.

What can I say about myself. ..

I am –

A woman who until very recently, preferred to remain unobtrusive, preferred anonymity (still do to a small extent), preferred to remain unnoticed.

A woman who loves a good laugh and has fortunately been blessed with strong familial foundations.

Closet addictions – crime based serials, fluffy feel good romance novels, and soulful music.

Achilles heel (s) – Chocolate and children. Not necessarily in that order or importance.

A person who weeps while watching TV and blames it on allergies.

A person who believes strongly in Karma and messages from the Universe.

A woman who does believe that love can conquer all.

Someone who fears and avoids confrontations as much as possible.

Someone who considers “worst case scenarios” much more than necessary.

A woman, who at a ‘certain age’ in her life is trying to tap into her creativity and share it with as many as possible or as many willing to receive.

And this is what brings me to the ingenious world of blogging. I started this blog about a year back. I felt the need to have a change in my life, to pursue a creative outlet. Something I have always considered doing – writing for a very long time but never actually got down to it.

When I began I felt apprehensive and nervous. What if I said something stupid what if I offended someone. Who would want to hear what I have to say. Really I have nothing of intrinsic value to say. This blog is just a collection of my thoughts, topics on my mind, almost my way of having an uninterrupted conversation. Sounds creepy I know. But then as I ventured further into this world I learnt that there seem to be others out there who seem to be happy to meet, happy to share thoughts, happy to read.

Some were known some unknown but all were openly accepting of what I had to say, encouraging and appreciative. Incredulous as it may seem I even gained a few followers.

And so it is I attempt to embark on a blogging 101 challenge, hoping to learn more from my fellow bloggers. Hoping to read and discover more, make some friends and also possibly contribute myself.

I look forward with excited anticipation!

LOW TIDE

Dear Diary,

I am ashamed to admit it but I haven’t blogged in over a month.

I felt I had nothing of value to communicate or contribute. I felt the need for a literary silence. There was a complete ebb in my flow of thoughts. I have struggled to emote suitably on any topic via the written word.

I kept thinking maybe today or tomorrow I’m sure inspiration shall hit me, something some incident some part of my day will break open the dam blocking my mind. Those thoughts will pour out and once I release that inner dormant writer there shall be no looking back. The tomorrows came and whizzed past, with me having made no progress.

Days turned into weeks, life continued at its own pace. A holiday travel home, time with the extended family and annual festivities all happened in the interim.

What stories could I share with my fellow bloggers from all that occurred over the summer? What could I enthrall them with?

Stories of home?

A place of childhood memories, unconditional love and happiness.  A place that I long to visit all year round. A place that holds my family and oldest friends. A place to which one day I hope to return to, with my family and grow old in. Yet ironically a place that at times I feel that I may have outgrown entirely!

An account of recent festivities at home?

It was a celebration of the religious festival called Ganesh Chaturthi in India recently. A wonderful ten day celebration dedicated to the fun and food loving Elephant headed Lord Ganesha. The joy, the mayhem, the chaos of having friends and family all celebrating and working together is indescribable. Everyone driven by the unified aim of welcoming the Lord. Working together to honor the great remover of all obstacles. All of us bonded by prayer equal in the eyes of the Lord, brought together, humbled and giving thanks.  Homemade sweets, special food, music, colours, flowers, traditional attire, children running around and playing these are a few of my favourite memories of this festival. A wonderful occasion, an unforgettable experience.

Or  should I dedicate some blog space to one of my favorite ‘rants’?

Travel travails. Oh don’t get me started!

I don’t know if this has happened to you dear diary but I get it a lot….board a flight, get seated and fellow passenger turns to you and asks smilingly….”are you going to so and so…” OMIGAWP I cannot quite describe why but every time I am asked this question a mild shiver of panic runs through me. Am I going to so and so? Am I on the right flight? If I am surely this guy is going there to? Then why is he asking me this question? Isn’t everyone headed in the same direction once we’ve boarded the flight? I know I know they are just trying to politely strike a conversation. It’s me who lacks the social skills. But maybe a different less alarming opening line? 

What about “kindly remain seated until the seat belt sign is switched off”. These words have an uncanny effect. Hardly are they muttered by the crew and you can hear an almost machine gun type rat-a-tat-tat of seat belt buckles being flung open. I mean really what are we trying to achieve. Until the doors open no one is going anywhere. I understand the long flight and the urge to get out of the huge flying tin tube but surely those instructions have a purpose and a reason behind them?

Oh another burning unanswered question….. How do they run out of chicken by row two? More importantly why offer you with a food choice if there is none? Why not just present us with a plate of food as fate accompli and be done with it?

Oh the inconvenience of it all I tell you, I was definitely only meant to enjoy luxury travel. All this coach travel (which in reality is currently all I can afford) really is so not for me! 😉

Jokes apart, diary I love to whinge on about travel travails but the truth is that I absolutely love to travel. I enjoy time spent in airports just viewing other people, trying to guess the purpose of their travel, building imaginary stories in my mind about the various travelers. I have been fortunate with my travel so far and have had opportunities to travel. I hope that the lucky streak continues…..many destinations to tick off the bucket list.

My aimless banter has gone on suitably long enough I think with really no progress made as such. What can I spin into an interesting blog, something witty something interesting something upbeat?

Maybe I should just put it out there a formal request to my fellow bloggers to please share with me tips on how does one drive over this mental speed bump and pick up speed once again.

And so I sign off.

Wordlessly yours,

Kblah