Monday, 24 October 2016

#Blogbuddy - Bonds that Bind


Have you wondered what it would have been like if Harry Potter never had Hermione and Ron by his side to aid and abet, to save and rescue, to support and console all through his trying encounters? How would Percy Jackson have ever conquered the evil Kronos or battled the sea of monsters, the vile Medusa and so many more without Grover and Annabeth by his side? For that matter how would Thakur have gotten Gabbar Singh if not for Jai & Veeru? Yes, everybody needs partners in crime to catch the Golden Snitch, land the Golden Fleece or vanquish evil overlords!


Image source: zellox

Coming back to mundane, not so magical lives, 'Har ek friend zaroori hota he' says a popular jingle and I so agree with it! 
You need friends in every phase, every step of your life. Friends with whom you can yap, rave, weep, laugh, party and sometimes just share a quiet moment. As you go through different stages of life, the circle of friends is dynamic - either it is ever-expanding, at times switching/flitting or sometimes shrinking, depending on your emotional quotient and your priorities. But if studies of any kind are to be relied upon, the happiest people are those with friends, the number doesn't matter but the quality of friendship is what matters.

Like any field, blogging and writing is no exception in being extremely widespread and equally competitive. Writing is a lonely occupation, I have heard. But it does not need to be so. You don't need to be cooped up in a locked room and keep churning out blockbusters or be guilt ridden while tearing up drafts of your recent failures. 
Times have changed, you are not alone, all you need is to reach out through the seemingly deep waters you are submerged in and voila you are pulled on aboard a jolly vessel in the company of like-minded souls who will offer you all the help and assistance you seek in the blogging world or 'blogosphere'! Isn't that amazing? So this jolly vessel you're sailing in, is a community of bloggers and eventually you narrow down on a group of 'em who become your cronies or 'blogbuddies'! Having a community that shares your love for words and a goal to peak one's potential sure is motivating!

Yes, a blogbuddy or more blogbuddies are what a solitary blogger needs. Friends to bounce your thoughts, share your views, advise you, push, goad, encourage, motivate and shove you if need be to do your best. They are the go-to-guys for all minor to major blogging glitches, from what's the good word, grammar travails, punctuation nightmares, writers blocks, tech issues, SEO disasters, Alexa matters...trust me they have fixes for all your woes and sometimes if they don't - they'll help you find answers to all your niggles, how sweet is that?
Having experienced the benefits of having super-cool blogbuddies myself, I can truthfully vouch that they are just what you need if you have any plans of simply laying anchor or striking gold in blogosphere. A close circle of trust, some friendly banter, naughty reprisals, spicy gossip with a healthy dose of 'see yourself for what you are' are some of the associated perils of a blogbuddy relationship. They are the guys who'll spur you on to aim higher, to try something new and not shy away from calling your lousy post just that!
Honestly, I am quite addicted to them and so I strongly recommend every blogger to get him/herself one or more of these - BLOGBUDDY LOVE!!
These are BONDS THAT BIND!!

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I am a Blogbuddy with @Blogchatter






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Love in Frames - Frame 5

Ansh was bored. Idly he bounced his big rubber ball and it took a surprise bounce that knocked a delicate photo-frame off the credenza. It fell with a crash and Vivek looked up with a start. It was THE FRAME, the one, Diya had picked after a lot of scouting around.
Delicate shells and mother of pearl entwined in white metal along with beads of shiny crystal that sparkled every time they caught the light. The shells and beads now rolled on the floor and the frame lay face down amidst scattered smithereens of the glass cover. Ansh seemed paralyzed with shock and looked at Vivek with dismay all over his tiny face.
“It’s okay buddy, be careful there’s sharp glass on the floor. Don’t worry I’ll fix it before mom gets home,” he assured the little boy. They all knew how much Diya adored her artifacts; she was paranoid and super-finicky when it came to them. She never let anyone touch THE FRAME or move it around; it was practically sacred to her. It had always held a place of undisturbed pride all these years in every house they had resided.

I could not believe I had been at the beat-down, ramshackle handicrafts exhibition for well over three hours and it didn’t look like you were going to give up anytime soon! What could be so fascinating that you couldn’t drag yourself away? I couldn’t figure that out, especially since you actually didn’t buy much! I patiently trudged along and watched you - looking entranced by the sight of all the wares and curios on display and gaily chatting with the artisans. Finally I thought you were done, but just as we were proceeding towards the exit, you gave a little shriek and hurried to some stall you had missed visiting.
I felt almost jealous when I observed that look of ‘love at first sight’ as you were gazing at the tiny frame. A jubilant look on your face declared: I got it! You didn’t even bother to haggle over its price….how some things have changed now!

Diya sipped her coffee, concentrating on the screen in front of her. In the adjoining cubicle Shayna and Aditi were giggling over their mobile screens. ‘Silly girls, when will they grow up!’ she wondered. She was used to seeing them go through constant cycles of ecstasy and depression revolving around their ephemeral boyfriends.
She glanced at her soft-board that was filled with memos, reminders…her eyes seeking out the cute family photo from their recent holiday.

The first time we went to a photo studio after our engagement, how the old photographer hassled us! Telling you to loosen up, place your arm around me, telling me to drop my big goofy smile and look a little coy.
Well, whatever he did, he managed to capture the perfect candid moment with both of us rapturously gazing at each other; while we thought he was preparing for the shoot. That was of course besides that dowdy-goody-good picture our families had demanded of us!

Vivek frantically racked his brains….where on earth could he find a frame so precious, one that was so dear to Diya! He spent half the day googling all the possible online shopping sites but came away with nothing. Little Ansh patiently sat through it all with his Dad and finally he said, “Let’s go to Mom’s favorite store and pick her a new one, even more beautiful?”
As the lift crawled up to their floor, Diya hoped her maid had prepared the dinner with less restraint on the salt and spice. She made a mental note to stock up on kitchen supplies soon. She entered the house and found the boys and Vivek waiting for her with a pretty bouquet and a beautifully wrapped gift. “Surprise!” they chorused.
“Hey…what’s this for? Tell me quick…Vivek, what happened? Taran, did Dad forget to pick you from school? Ansh sweetie, did you eat lunch?”
Guiltily, Ansh came forward with the gift, “Mom, I was playing with the ball and it knocked over THE FRAME! So we got you one….even prettier!”
Diya felt moved, “Aww…. that is so sweet! Come on guys, group hug time…I hope the new frame you picked is bigger so all four of us can fit into it!”
Vivek’s eyes met Diya’s. No words were needed.

Sweetheart, THE FRAME is nothing to me; it was the memory it held that made it so precious. It was the first picture we took together as a couple, the one the old photographer clicked….if it’s safe, that’s all that matters!
THE FRAME ensconced a beautiful memory of our gentle, tender first love and with time it has endured and grown so much more vast, rich and mellow!



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FRAME1<<FRAME2<<FRAME3<<FRAME 4 <<  And their life continued with many more happy little frames!!

Image source: MarlboroughAntiques


 

Disclaimer: All the characters in the Love in Frames series are fictional, any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional.


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