There is this old dictum,
” Don’t forget, a person’s greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated.. “
Couldn’t deny this a bit. If time permits, I will not hesitate to write a separate article on this quote, but now is not the right time, because I HAVE A GREAT NEWS TO SHARE WITH YOU ALL!! For my sleep-deprived zombie readers (does it sound rude? Let’s change it to ‘sweet’ zombie then ;)) who couldn’t guess from the topic, let me take advantage of your absent-mindedness and BRAG about the award I recently received with respect to my existence in the blogosphere.
I have been nominated by Heena for the Blogger Recognition Award.
Thank you so much, Heena.
Heena writes emotionally connecting articles that truly reflects her deep observation about the people around. Her creativity adds more flavor to the tales. Curious to know more? Do visit her blog, dear readers.
Here’s a GK fact about this award —-> Blogger Recognition Award was created by Edge Of Night to honor the bloggers.
Accepting this award comes with a lot of fun rules.
1. Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
2. Write a post to show your award.
3. Give a brief story of how your blog started.
4. Give two pieces of advice to new bloggers.
5. Select 15 other bloggers for this award.
6. Comment on each blog to let them know you’ve nominated them and a link to the post you created..
So, here is the
brief story of how it all started!!!!
As a child, I grew up reading books that weren’t appropriate to my age. Before you re-read the last line and sense something dirty (which by the way isn’t what I meant), let me continue the flashback. *Hold my hands*
My father is an English Professor, therefore I was exposed to renowned classic prose and poems at a fairly young age. “Bachelor Of Arts” by R.K.Narayan is the first novel I read and it happened when I was less than eight years old. I didn’t read it because I wanted to. This book, along with several other classics were always sprawled across the reading table and this was the only book that had a visually appealing cover on it. I continued picking it every evening because my father’s name (Chandran) appeared in almost every page I eyeballed. Thus began my love for reading.
By the time I got a hang on the book “Bachelor Of Arts”, the author’s other masterpieces grabbed my attention. And in no time, my attraction towards this genius storyteller increased to an insane extent that it made me fall head-over-heels in love with all his books, specially “The Dark Room” and “Swami and Friends”.
R.K.Narayan needs no introduction. Some day when I unlock a bigger milestone in my career as a writer, I’ll humbly submit before the world, an article or even an entire website solely to honor him.
My fervid love for reading didn’t just roost in a corner; its spark ignited yet another glowing flame within me and thus my baby steps towards writing happened. I find writing easy and comfortable. When I write, I don’t have to worry about gluing the right expression on my face and body; my mind takes full charge of conveying the thoughts through pen, letting every other sense of my physique conveniently hibernate in peace; I can mask my physical inabilities fairly well when I jot down my thoughts; I don’t worry about being a nincompoop singer or numskull dancer anymore – the pain is still there, but only well scribed as a reflecting poetry. And it gives me a sense of fulfilment, coupled with never-ending tranquility.
Though my parents and extended family members were genuinely happy for the recognitions I received from various magazines, they were so particular in not letting me choose a career based on my passion for writing. The same circle that motivated me to contribute articles to newspapers and magazines totally restricted me to write when they learnt the way I prioritized this habit over everything else.
When I entered college (an engineering college, where the chance to relax oneself with a novel is almost impossible) I gave up reading non-technical books. I attempted to write articles a couple of times back then, but miserably failed. Writing an article after giving up reading habit seemed like a Herculean task to me. The writer in me began to die.
It was only during pregnancy, I craved for good books yet again. But I never read one, because of certain health issues. As I approached my due date, I wrote a morbid poem on mood swings and found the after-effect surprisingly soul-soothing. (I’m not going to post it anywhere, it is just a grammatically justified overflow of reprehensible words) After baby D’s debut, I sincerely started this blog with tons of moral support from Dr.H and Boona (let’s call her my butter-half), to document my experiences as a first-time mother.
Never in my dreams I thought I’d continue to write and publish more than one article in this space. By God’s grace, my role as a blogger is evolving everyday. My heartfelt THANKS *overwhelming happy tears* to every single reader of mine who spared few minutes of their precious lifetime to read my blog. An even BIGGER THANKS to those kind readers who often stopped by and gave their feedback. It is only because of you, I am happily and confidently doing what I love. I value your time, expectations and feedback a lot. I hope you’ll continue to hold my hands in the days to come.
Two pieces of advice to new bloggers? I’ll give just one,
Don’t hesitate to advertise your work.
I now nominate 15 favorite bloggers of mine for this award 🙂
Live. Love. Prosper.