– a true story of blog addiction
Being away or rather forced to be away, from the net for long gave me chance to muse about the blogosphere and the hold it has on us bloggers. Is Cloud Nine when you get a comment to your blog, the Indianhomemaker a passionate blogger herself, had once wondered. Hmm… I wouldn’t go as high as that, as Cloud Nine is otherwise reserved in my case, but would certainly assign it a Seventh Heaven.
How addicted are we really to the blogosphere and blogging?? I bet each of us has a story to tell and here is mine. I might have been slightly more than a year into blogging when this happened. Tell me if you can beat this one.
Those were Ancient Times when all the members of a household had to share one lone computer amongst themselves. Usually there was a tyrant who monopolized the PC and then there were the oppressed that had to go by his/her rules. In our home, the senior son was the (gentle) tyrant who owned the PC and with the iron hand in the velvet glove approach threw us, the oppressed ones, scraps of computer time. The junior son and I still recall the dreaded phut-phut-phut of a slowing mo-bike followed by the ‘ttttang’ of the opening gate which sounds heralded the return of the Tyrant PC Owner and filled our (respective) hearts with dismay.
Every dark cloud has a silver lining and mine had a super silver lining. Soon the senior son got hold of an Engineering degree and a job which thankfully took him to far away Bangalore. The junior son as a certified computer game buff with the monster Board Exams to contend with was not qualified for automatic transfer of ownership of said lone PC. Dad aka the Lord and Master being out of station did not enter the equation at all. So Mom got the honors and oh boy, was she thrilled.
Of course from then on it was blogs and comments, burnt food scraped off vessel and served, blogs and comments, burnt food scraped off vessel and served, blogs and comments…. Oh well, you get the drift. And whenever the Writing-A-New-Post Devil had Mom in its vise-like grip and she was in no mood to serve even ‘burnt food scraped off vessel’ the junior son obligingly and happily ordered take-away dinners. He and I surely and definitely were getting to be fat, were headed towards getting fatter and seemd to have our eyes firmly set on the goal of fattest when…. But that’s a different story. Let me not (infamously) digress.
One day the junior son had to go on a school trip. He needed a bag for his things. The L & M as the Keeper of Bags and Other Sundry Things and also The Mighty One With Answers To Everything was consulted over the phone. Go and look in the basement room, we were advised, you ought to find something suitable there.
Now a word about this basement room: It is the kingdom of the Lord and Master. He hoards all useless things that should have been thrown out long back essential things there. Mysteriously so, after each ‘adukkiveppu’ (tidying up) when some things are reluctantly discarded by him, the room looks fuller than ever.
The evening before the day he had to leave, the junior son, as is the habit of children anywhere, was sprawled in front of the TV as if he had all the time in the world. I prodded him to go find a bag and pack his things. Being a Meanie Mom unlike the Goddesses that are the Bharatiya Mummy-jis who make me sick even in their doddering old age fetch and carry for healthy adult sons, I want my children to do things on their own and not bother me from doing my own thing. He reluctantly got up and went down the stairs. Soon after, I heard him call me.
I was alarmed. A spider, my sixth sense told me. Meanie Mom or not, when a child calls in distress, a mother has to respond, even if her instincts tell her there is some creepy-crawly which she herself is so terrified of involved somewhere in all this. Besides, the junior son is equally if not more scared of spiders than I am. In such a situation, a mother has no option but take on the role of Jhansi ki Rani and enter the battlefield.
Years back I had vanquished and chased out of the house with a handy broom and a most determined look, a slimy tree frog, on seeing which my usual habit would otherwise have been to go eeeeeeeek and make myself scarce due to their habit of jumping on you when least expected (not that expecting it to jump would make it any better) from where they sat on the wall, at just the right psychological moment to scare you out of your wits end, all because it had dared scare the senior son who was at the time all of two years old.
“Ammaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!” the call came again more urgent now.
“I am coming!” I replied in a hoarse whisper.
I quickly went down the stairs trying to make as little noise as possible when a new thought struck me. It could be a mouse. I almost scurried back up the stairs. But mothers, even meanie ones, cannot leave kids calling for help, stranded in basement rooms, to face fearful monsters on their own.
“I am coming!!” I repeated.
Even as I descended, my body was poised for instant flight back up the stairs in case of emergency. These mice are such stupid creatures, just like lizards are. They make straight for those who least want them (me, for instance) in their vicinity.
On reaching the room, the junior son pointed to a Gargantuan Spider which was the spitting image of the one the senior son, ably assisted by me, had dealt with on a previous occasion. It eyed us malevolently from atop a trunk, sending shivers down my spine. Even as we watched in fascinated horror, it disappeared among the maze of trunks and other paraphernalia, all of which are an indispensable part of an army man’s accumulated wealth luggage.
What were we the Scaredy (of spiders) Cats to do now?? Not prepared to venture into spider infested territory, we gave the room a cursory glance and decided that no appropriate bag was available.
Now we had to get back to the Lord and Master of the basement room (and of course the whole house as well) and apprise him of events. We closed the door hoping the spider wouldn’t take any cues form Mary’s little lamb and follow us back up the stairs.
The junior son went back to lolling in front of the TV while I walked back to my room. Slipping into the chair in front of the computer, I picked up the cell phone lying on my table and called the Lord and Master. I listened to the phone go triiiing triiing as I open my web page.
The L & M promptly picked up the phone at the other end.
“Hello darling” I said.
“We looked in the cellar room, you know…”
“Yeah..?” he asked, “Find any bag there??”
My eyes were on the computer screen, one hand on the mouse clicking away. I smiled to myself reading the latest comment and formulated an answer in my mind……. and I heard myself answer the L & M,
“No darling. There are no blogs in the cellar room”
ROFL!! It could have been me ~ being hopelessly addicted myself. Spiders and snakes ewwwww!
Yeah, I guess we are all in the same boat when it comes to addiction…. and spiders too I guess! 😉
LOL! That’s was definitely a fun read 🙂
Blogging can be such an addiction. I remember the period I was drowning in this addiction, I could think of nothing else even while giving a lecture, my mind would be think of my next blog! Thank goodness, for the sake of my students and everyone else around me, I have been rehabilitated and am now a more controlled “social” blogger 😛
And WHERE may I ask does this ‘rehabilitated’ and ‘now a more controlled “social” blogger’ blog?? Would love to read your blogs Shalini. 🙂
I know when you write about the travails of an addict
for I have a few of them I would liked to be kicked
but it is not easy as the heart and the head are in conflict
and I know that in this battle I am going to be licked.
You would like to be WHAT???!!! To be kicked?? Gladly my dear fellow. Let me get those boots of mine. and I will do the honors first, others can follow! 😉 Ok, ok, I am just kidding. I am not violent in the least being just a sweet baa lamb that wouldn’t say boo to a goose. So breathe easy. 😛 😀
“No darling. There are no blogs in the cellar room”!!
hahahahaahahahaah! Is it possible to sue you for making me addictive to read your blogs??
No Maddy you are not allowed to sue me for your addiction! You Meanie, I make you laugh and you want to sue me??!! *glares from beneath knit brows*
I can so picture myself heading that same path!!
Even now, my mind is constantly working on the contents of the next post.
And your post has just given me some fodder 🙂
Noor, to tell you the truth, I can picture it too. 😉 You are really a prolific blogger, in spite of your busy and overfull schedule!! 😀 And I so enjoy your straight from the heart, easy to read posts. 🙂 And I am eagerly waiting for the one for which this one is the fodder.
Indian Homemaker said:
LOL 🙂 This is really, really funny 😆
The entire post is hilarious but the last line simply takes the cake 🙂
I am going to be grinning thinking of this all evening now 🙂
Thank you, thank you IHM *takes a bow* Well, it is for no reason that I describe myself as the clown among the trapeze artists. 😉 I can’t imagine I really said that, really!! But then I did! 😉
Oh God, I am laughing laughing and laughing, Shail! Very very nice post. When I saw the length of the post, I thought it might be boring to read that much, but every line was fun-filled.
Glad I had you laughing Sandhya! The least I could do after you gave us that wonderful post on your little kittens. Oh they are soooooo cute.
BTW, I have learnt that length of a blog does not matter, though blog gurus say otherwise. 😉
Srikumaran Menon said:
Full of humour….blog addiction both to write and read is very sweet for me…..Cheers1!!
Thanks Unnichetta. Glad you dropped by. Yes, reading and writing are both an addiction and really enjoyable. 🙂
Pins N Ashes said:
i know, it could just have been me…refreashing my page or sneeking in between any chore to see the comments, and spiders I’ll run a mile
Yeah, that’s exactly what I do, sneak in between chores that someone once asked me if I do any work coz I seem to be always around. 😦
I logged into Orkut saw the spider and came straight here ! Didn’t know that one day even I could come to love spiders. Thanks for linking the first spider, chechi !!! 😀
Lol, Aditi. The spider pulls you to my page without fail each time! 😛 😉
wow!!! it was out n out hilarious. Summoning the muster to counter an incy wincy spider. LOL.
its called art of story telling .your addiction , reader’s gain.
Thank you Kirti. *takes a bow* It was more of a Oncy wOncy spider than an incy wincy one! 😉
starry eyed said:
LOL, I’m guilty of such statements, myself, being a fellow addict! So what happened finally to the spider?!
Welcome to Shail’s Nest Starry Eyed 🙂 Ohh bird of the same feather huh?? As for the spider, it didn’t wait to be around till the time as the Lord and Master came home for the weekend and vanished into some secret lair of its own!
Bob Hoff said:
🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
Perfect, except for one dangling participle.
It was perfectly enjoyable–and written.
May is put the Shail’s Nest link at my “Words of the Day and More—” blog at:
Bob the Reader/Enjoyer
P.S. No chance of falling off chair. 🙂
Ohh and WHERE is that dangler of a participle?? I am going to give it a piece of my mind! Hrrrmph.
Bob, you may put the link in your blog and thank you, I am honored.
What?? You ddi not fall off your chair even when you read what I told the L & M about the blogs??! Hmmm….
Bob Hoff said:
correction = “is” should be “I”
Ha! Ha! Ha! I don’t know what else to say…I had great fun reading this post…
Thank you Sraboney, I heard that laughter loud and clear over here and am thrilled! 😉
Lol! Great post, Shail! Yes, blogging is certainly addictive!
Thanks Manju! It is indeed 🙂
Blogosphere IS addictive! I go through my day with everything around me giving me an idea for a new post – only if I started writing all that, it’ll begin to sound like one of those “I am up-I am brushing my teeth-I am making tea” tweets 😛
I know just what you mean Tamanna. In fact when I suddenly go silent and have that look in my eyes, one or other of my family asks, ‘Ahh a blog?!’ 😉
🙂 🙂 🙂
are we blog addicted people?
will they be having groups like Blogaholics anonymous to help us deal with it?
will we have to go for therapy?
aaaghhh.. I’m scared already! I’ll go have a chocolate mousse or something… it will make my blog addiction seem a lil less serious, you know, comparatively speaking! 😛
Now that you say that, yes, there was a Blogaholics Anonymous group in the now extinct Yahoo 360! 🙂 Lol, yeah, anything to make blog addiction seem less serious… so let it be chocolate mousse! 😛 😆
Thats a good laugh.. Mine is not so much blog writing as it is reading…I havent yet burned food over blogging but I have forgotten chores over reading. My husband has to ask ever so often “what exam are you preparing for?”
I remember during student days in the college hostel my friends used to tease me saying my face reflected the fortunes of the heroine of the book that I was reading right then. Even now I have the habit of living in the book I am reading. Everything in ‘real’ life feels ‘unreal’ to me!!
Lol @what exam are you preparing for. I have heard that oh-so-often before marriage. Sigh, I changed a lot with regard to reading after marriage. But no worries, NOW I am going back there! 🙂 😛
hehe..nice one :). Me addicted too.. but more to reading than writing!!
Ahh… but then I guess the result is the same! 😉
Ha ha ha! So funny!
With some minor modifications, it can be my ‘own’ story. And with Facebook too these days, I’m under double-addiction:))
Ahhh another addict huh Basanta?? May be you will inject the word blog in a story to Aarya and have her pop the question, ‘What’s a blog Papa??’ 🙂
Nalini Hebbar said:
That was one funny, well written piece…loved it…God its ‘ME TOO’ here…burnt dinners…forgotten walks…but running, rather sprinting to the computer every five minutes has made me a little more active though.
I have you on my blogroll so will visit often…see ya
Welcome to Shail’s Nest Nalini. Sigh, tell me about the forgotten walks and running to the computer every five minutes!!
Thanks for the honor of blogrolling me. Will step in and check out your poems too. 🙂
LOL 😀 😀 true addiction!
Isn’t it?? 😉
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