Month: March 2015

Rapid fire with Buzz

She is sensitive, she is creative, she loves to have a good time. Today for our rapid fire, to answer some of our questions, we have with us the first member to reach the pinnacles of success on this blog. Please welcome Buzz, the Bee.

Welcome Buzz and let’s begin with the questions.

Favorite Food: Kadhi, though everyone in my school think it is ‘curry’ and that gets me mad!
Favorite Color: Blue, the Elsa blue you know.
Favorite Sport: American football, though I am little sad this year. Let’s not talk about that.
Favorite Show: Magic school bus, Ms. Frizzle is so much fun!
Favorite Song: Uptown Funk by Mark Ronson. Let’s rock!
Favorite thing to do in winter: Ski, and next year I am getting ski poles for the first time. Can’t wait!
Favorite thing to do in school: Learning about penguins. Emperor, Chinstrap, Height, Weight, Habitat – I know it all.
Favorite way to spend time: Reading books, there are so many great stories to read now that I can read chapter books.
Favorite body part: My heart!
What do you want to be when you grow up: A soccer player. I want to be just like Messi!
What really upsets you: The thought of my parents growing sick and old. They have to always stay strong, no other way around it.
Most repeated sentence: Mumma can I help? But she always says, “Not today baby.”
Most looking forward to: The next birthday in the family, I get to pick the cake. It’s going to be an ice-cream cake, but don’t tell anyone.
Most want to learn: To play chess and basketball and ice-skating and.. do I have to pick only one?
Really good at: hmm I don’t know, everyone says art but I think I can run really fast.
Currently showing-off: Skip traversing a monkey back, because doing every single bar is so boring and easy.
Waiting anxiously for: My tooth to fall, though Mumma does not believe that it is wiggling a teeny tiny bit.
Want desperately to believe: That tooth fairies are real. I question how they can come inside the house when all the doors and windows are locked. I think I know the answer but it what I think is true then what will happen when my tooth actually breaks? They have to be real, that’s final.
Really excited about: Mrs. Y coming to school tomorrow with her baby. She was my teacher and then had to go away to have a baby. Now Ms. P teaches us and she is good but we get to see the baby. So exciting! *big yawn*

Buzz is really sleepy now and can’t keep her eyes open so let’s all thank her now for her time and we will see you in the next edition of Rapid Fire.

Signing out!

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Let’s start

When I first started blogging – reading, writing, commenting was like caffeine – something I needed every single day, just to get through the day. I would blog hop and would sometime come to a blog that just touched my heart, I would read it from start to finish, wanting to know it all. And then wonder to myself why some people suddenly stop writing. They were brilliant, I wanted to read more, I wanted to find them and make them write some more.

My own writing was mostly about putting my thoughts down but number of hits, number of comments can be addictive, even when I questioned why someone would want to read about walking, taking stories of a little girl (at that time). Over time, of course, realization came that the comments were to some extend a back scratching exercise. You read my blog, I will read yours. I started relaxing after that. Numbers stopped being of much concern. What was important was my thoughts and how I gave them words.

There was something exciting about writing – sometimes healing, sometimes a release, sometimes pure joy. I used to formulate post after post in my head and would start writing as soon as I could. Then more and more things started happening in life and time kept on dwindling. Writing kept left behind in the process. Things changed again and time really was not much of an issue anymore, but the inner drive to write, or to do anything at all, was lost. There were a number of times when I would think of writing and then just give up. I call that time my time, I needed to unwind, desperately; I needed to just be and that is what I did. I wanted no one, no thing to put any demand on my hours to myself. I did not want to think, I did not want to do, some days I did not even want to move – so that is exactly what I did.

Cut to present – I feel like spring is upon me, the period of hibernation is over. I itch to do, to start moving forward again. While I was still formulating all this, processing where I was at – something happened on my blog. Someone new came to my blog and started reading it, one post at a time. I don’t know who, I don’t know from where, I don’t know why, all I saw were the clicks. With every click this person made, I made them too.

I read my words the day Maa passed away, I read about Buzz’s question for the future, I read about Bugz stubbornness of days past, I read about fights and making up with D. And I remembered – I remembered how I felt; I smiled; I cried; I remembered why I started this place all those years back.

So here I am to start over again. There is so much more I want to capture, there are so many more words I have left to write. Let’s start then!