The thing bothering me for some time now is why am I not in the blogosphere? I who is opinionated as opinionated one could be. The thoughts keep propping in my not-so-well-oiled head these days with an alarming regularity. The most shrillest of these alarms is Ruchira-you-are-letting-go-of-your-opinions-TOO-EASILY!!!”
Well… it had not been the case for as long as I can remember. And I remember the days when Ramayana was no longer just a sacred / holy book from which my thakuma (grandmother) used to narrate these intriguing tales but was about Arun (I believe it’s now Aroon) Govil’s horrendous acting and Sita’s fake glycirised (is there a word like that… I doubt! But you got the drift, right?) tears! Blah!
So much so that I was banned to watch the epochal tele-series because of opinions (read mumblings) that
I used to randomly throw to the beautiful Nepali cook, Mangli, who used to sit next to me. Thankfully in the years that followed my so called STRONG opinions were not wasted such J
Though lately I have come to believe that opinionated and obnoxiousness are closely linked… at least in the circles (literally… nope, not kidding!) I am currently associated with. The amazement is turning to hushed tones of “Ms-know-all”! Ahhh… the beauty of going through these 360 degree feedback! How the mighty fall. And choose the middle path!
Coming out of the middle path is like trying to come out of the EAC, the East Australian Current. “Rip it, Roll it, Punch it!” or Blog it!