In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Winning Streak.”
What’s the longest stretch you’ve ever pulled off of posting daily to your blog? What did you learn about blogging through that achievement, and what made you break the streak?
I have been posting almost daily for more than 2 months now, but it was the NaBloPoMo that has made me post regularly to my blog for the past 30 days at a stretch.
In reality, I have not been able to understand the importance of the daily blogging habit. Well I enjoy writing and so I do not mind doing it but why should it be a must ? I have taken the #100happydays challenge as well and that has made it easy to post everyday too. When I have something to say or share, I enjoy doing that. The Daily Post has given me adequate inspiration or I have interpreted the prompts in my own way.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Under the Snow.”
You were caught in an avalanche. To be rescued, you need to make it through the night. What thought(s) would give you the strength to go through such a scary, dangerous situation?
As on my cold and freezing bed I lie
My life flashes before my inward eye
I see me in a cozy house waving bye
To my mom as off to my school I fly
My sisters, my first best friends, and I
Weaving together, a colored tapestry.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Shaken and Stirred.”
This is an interesting prompt because I do like cooking and it is part of my day and life in many many ways.
My affair with cooking started after marriage. As I was just out of Medical College , I had no clue about cooking and had apprised my fiance about this fact. He and I had a pact that we would learn cooking together. It goes without saying that this momentous decision was never translated into reality. But I realized that he loved food and home-cooked food at that. To give him his due, he was extremely of my initial “disastrous” attempts.
There was no Uncle Google then and my first culinary teachers were the various cook books that came with my first pressure cooker, food processor etc. The results were sometimes pathetic and would have been funny if they had not brought tears to my eyes. I did not have even a gas stove and toiled over a Kerosene wick stove and a pump stove for my first productions in the kitchen.
It was under these trying circumstances that one fine day, I was told of an impending “party” at home for “just 10 -12 ” people. I was aghast but my husband was confident that I would do just fine. I did not share his enthusiasm or his confidence and had huge butterflies in my stomach. The big day dawned. I started at around 9 in the morning and worked till 5pm when I realized that I was far behind my schedule. The kitchen looked like a hurricane had visited it, my table was not laid and the house was in a mess. Hubby dear was busy in office and when the bell rang at around 6 pm, I opened it and promptly burst into tears. He was stunned. Anyways I controlled my tears and made the house and kitchen and myself look as presentable as I could.
The guests arrived. They were all bachelor officers with healthy appetites. Now, one of the dishes on the menu was “Dosa “. When it was time for dinner , I was told by my enthusiastic guests that all of them wanted only dosas!! The end result was that I made Dosas continuously for over 2 hours. By the time it was my turn, the batter was finished!! But I had some very happy guests and a very proud and happy husband as well.
So I would rate that as my best attempt at a meal, given my inexperience at both cooking and hosting guests.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Calling Uncle Bob.”
Have you ever faced a difficult situation when you had to choose between sorting it out yourself, or asking someone else for an easy fix? What did you choose — and would you make the same choice today?
Yes I have turned to “Uncle Bob” and “Aunty Jane” off and on. I guess it would apply both on my professional as well as personal fronts.
I have always believed that two heads are definitely better than one and if faced with a situation wherein I need help or even just a fresh perspective , I never hesitate to ask. In my profession a small mistake or inability to rise to the occasion in whatever manner can affect and even cost lives. So if I feel the patient would benefit from better expertise either in my own field or in a related one, I never fail to ask help. I have been a teacher and member of the faculty in a Medical College – even so, I am not averse to learning the ropes from others. With the medical field evolving as it does at breakneck speed, I strive not to be caught napping and for that I need help. Its not about an “easy fix” – I am acutely aware that I deal with lives and at any time if I feel that the patient’s interests are best served by another opinion or another pair of hands I would never let over confidence or ego come in the way.
Incidentally this is my 100th post on WordPress. Am happy today.
I decided to celebrate it by mentioning a few of the recognitions I have not yet acknowledged by my fellow bloggers.
A few words about my journey so far. I used to love words from childhood – an avid reader, I did not write more than the occasional contribution to the school magazine or a poem about my friends or people I liked or loved on their special days. I did win a poetry competition held in my Medical college hostel day Celebrations. Other than these elementary steps, I did not “write”. But I loved putting my thoughts to paper, be they in the form of letters to my family and friends or diaries that all young girls love to maintain.
This blog was born out of a desire to focus on something to keep my thoughts and mind under control and maybe allow expression – an outlet for the hundreds of thoughts that find their way into my mind. As I took those tentative steps, I found it brought me joy and a balance in my life. As I read and understood others thoughts, I understood myself even more. Continue reading