tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79507908327779996242024-02-08T05:55:12.579-08:00(a)MusingAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00033456697793950419noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950790832777999624.post-23512224458747060702012-06-05T04:40:00.000-07:002012-06-05T04:40:01.486-07:00Blog Fright<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Remember that time you had to go up on stage dressed as a
pumpkin, in kindergarten, and recite a poem to all present? Or in school, where
you had unwittingly enrolled for a drama workshop and then been on stage to deliver
a few lines?</div>
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Maybe you are one of those lucky few to whom, being on stage
is in their blood, you get into your natural roaring spirit there, yada yada
yada. Good for you. For most people, facing an audience is a daunting prospect.</div>
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It may be an audience of 15 willing-to-applaud, cheery
parents, or 150 critical drama enthusiasts. It might even be an audience of 150 people who have just browsed through your very first blog entry.</div>
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When I saw the number of people hitting my blog steadily
notch up, I won’t lie – I got pretty scared. This is the first time I’m letting
any writing of mine out to the public (save a few essays for the school
magazine) and just knowing that, yes, people are reading my blog – that made me
more nervous than you can imagine.</div>
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Weird? I mean, I did know I would be writing a blog for
people to read. That was the point of writing a blog, and not a secret diary
(also, that I thought diaries too risky since my inquisitive 12 year old baby
sister tries to read them). This fear was completely irrational. Why be afraid
of your audience when you have voluntarily signed up for one?</div>
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Then it struck me – I’m worried about what people think. I
had reread my blog atleast 5 times before posting it, and I kept glancing
through it once I had posted it. I kept picking out tiny mistakes, places I
could’ve written better. And to no avail – it’s not like I’m going to change
the entry.</div>
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Is that one of the biggest reasons we aren’t able to perform
at our peak, every time we attempt a task? I firmly think that there isn’t that
much a difference in capabilities between the kid who comes 1<sup>st</sup> and
the kid who places 20<sup>th</sup>. What probably just happened, was that the
20<sup>th</sup> kid didn’t put in the requisite amount of effort <i>– if I study all day, everybody will think I’m
a nerd. Let’s watch some tv instead, there’s an interesting football match
tonight –</i> or that on the day of the exam, his nerves caught up with him <i>– will I do okay? What if that particular
question is asked? What will mom say once I get a C-? –</i> and the test is
already half ruined for him.</div>
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Is that it? Can we conquer our fears and then aim for the
best? Is what other people think really that important? Could I have rolled out
those chappatis the other day if I hadn’t been constantly fretting about how
everybody would think they looked like triangles more than circles? Could I
have written a better exam, without worrying about what my friends and parents
would say about the marks I scored? Could I have bought the dress that I
actually wanted to and not the one I actually did, without thinking about how
other people would think it too passé? Could I have ignored the fact that 150 odd people are judging my blog entry and just written the next one faster?</div>
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Something to muse upon.</div>
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PS. I did fulfil the musing part of my blog. Amusing? Do I
need to fulfil that too?</div>
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Oh, what the heck. Everybody could do with a few chuckles.</div>
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So here goes – What do you call a travelling nun?</div>
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A Roamin’ Catholic. :D</div>
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A little lame, but you still laughed, didn’t you, nice
person?</div>
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So long.</div>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00033456697793950419noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950790832777999624.post-16787378168448811572012-05-31T00:32:00.000-07:002012-06-05T05:53:14.204-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hello to the nice people who are reading this.<br />
Even if you read this 10 years ahead, or out of the sheer power of boredom, you'll still be nice. So feel good. :)<br />
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I'm not sure how to introduce myself. I like books and learning (which is presumably why I still haven't dropped out of medical college). And music, too. Especially indie, country, soft rock. Oh, and old hind music too. I sing (others tell me, well) and occasionally, under influence of peer pressure, dance. I love partying and exploring new restaurants and pubs, but I also love going to the forest and looking at insects. Some of my other interests are languages (I know about 6, as of now - not counting knowing how to say "I love you" in about 10 more), pottering about the kitchen, TV (mostly cookshows and Nat Geo, but I enjoy the usual sitcom as well), flirting (aren't corny pick-up lines the absolute best? :D) and swimming. Rather a mix up? Sometimes I think society sets it's boundaries too close. I'm not exactly sure where I fit in (nerd? hippy? party animal?).. But as I tell myself, I probably fit in everywhere.<br />
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So much for narcissism.<br />
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I am a person of strong opinions and ethics, but I'm always open to new ideas, and perspectives. Most of my brain is divided into a 'What if?' segment and an 'Oh, why?' segment (there's also a segment that drools over those amazingly addictive chick flicks, but never mind that.). I'm of the School of belief of YOLO or Carpe Diem or whatever the hell it is called now... And I have a feeling, writing is going to help me connect and visualise things even clearer.<br />
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I do hope I haven't bored you already.<br />
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I intend on writing about things that strike me as thoughtful, or funny. Hence, the title. Ofcourse, it did also strike me that YOU might not find those things a(musing)... So I suggest, be patient, keep reading, and tell me if you like something.<br />
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Khushboo<br />
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