Guest Post: Writing for Strangers?
It is said, “Opportunity knocks just once”. How true! Not because there is a dearth of opportunities, but because there are so many of them waiting to knock at your door!
Which also means that you catch hold of some, whereas the others are lost in the abssys of time. When Piyush gave me this opportunity to write for Café-Xpression, I thought, 'This is probably the one that deserves all my attention!' and held on to it with both hands. Oh boy! Now I am glad I did so!
But, what is it one can write about, since the readers are the ones whom you dont know at all. I really wonder that do they really connect to the words that we bloggers pen down with such fervour? Frankly, how many of you would even care to give a dime for things that are really close to my heart? Does it pay at all, then, to express myself here? Why open my heart to complete strangers?
You agree?
Hey! Just a second.
Hold on…
There’s another question on my mind now.
Are we really strangers? Is there nothing that connects you and me? Nothing at all…?
Don’t we share the same cosmos, elements and similar genetic codes? We probably have a host of common likes and dislikes, watch the same TV shows, love the same songs... You sure we’ve never met before? The girl you hurrying out of college yesterday, could that be me? Besides, we come from the same ancestors, don’t we?
I for sure don’t know your name.
I might never see your face again.
I know not what place you call home
Whom you love, or are all alone.
But, was that you?
Whose grandfather and mine
Slogged together to earn a living
In what we today call “ the stone age”?
Or, did I see you
Standing third in line
As I endured boredom
To exercise my polling franchise?
As the tube beamed pictures
And lights flickered on.
Eyes set like me, on the 8’o clock news,
Was that feature your face?
You are not a stranger
Are you?
Well, that’s something I can’t answer on my own.
Mind helping me find the answers to some of these queations, Mr./Ms. Stranger (?)
P.S: Thanks a ton; Piyush and Aaishwari for letting me write for this space. It’s really been an honour and of course, FUN!!
Post by - Suvarna Sista!
Suvarna Sista is a young(as she calls her) lady aged around 20 years and is currently pursuing mechanical engineering from YCCE, Nagpur. A third year student, Suvarna is all full of life and she is often referred to be an optimist to the extent of being foolish. Suvarna has been a way ahead of time when it comes to express things through words and already has a plethora of soul tuching poems under her belt. She can even give others a run for their money. Presenting before you - Suvarna, a mystery from the woods, morever she is an enchanting breeze from the north.
Which also means that you catch hold of some, whereas the others are lost in the abssys of time. When Piyush gave me this opportunity to write for Café-Xpression, I thought, 'This is probably the one that deserves all my attention!' and held on to it with both hands. Oh boy! Now I am glad I did so!
But, what is it one can write about, since the readers are the ones whom you dont know at all. I really wonder that do they really connect to the words that we bloggers pen down with such fervour? Frankly, how many of you would even care to give a dime for things that are really close to my heart? Does it pay at all, then, to express myself here? Why open my heart to complete strangers?
You agree?
Hey! Just a second.
Hold on…
There’s another question on my mind now.
Are we really strangers? Is there nothing that connects you and me? Nothing at all…?
Don’t we share the same cosmos, elements and similar genetic codes? We probably have a host of common likes and dislikes, watch the same TV shows, love the same songs... You sure we’ve never met before? The girl you hurrying out of college yesterday, could that be me? Besides, we come from the same ancestors, don’t we?
I for sure don’t know your name.
I might never see your face again.
I know not what place you call home
Whom you love, or are all alone.
But, was that you?
Whose grandfather and mine
Slogged together to earn a living
In what we today call “ the stone age”?
Or, did I see you
Standing third in line
As I endured boredom
To exercise my polling franchise?
As the tube beamed pictures
And lights flickered on.
Eyes set like me, on the 8’o clock news,
Was that feature your face?
You are not a stranger
Are you?
Well, that’s something I can’t answer on my own.
Mind helping me find the answers to some of these queations, Mr./Ms. Stranger (?)
P.S: Thanks a ton; Piyush and Aaishwari for letting me write for this space. It’s really been an honour and of course, FUN!!
Post by - Suvarna Sista!
Suvarna Sista is a young(as she calls her) lady aged around 20 years and is currently pursuing mechanical engineering from YCCE, Nagpur. A third year student, Suvarna is all full of life and she is often referred to be an optimist to the extent of being foolish. Suvarna has been a way ahead of time when it comes to express things through words and already has a plethora of soul tuching poems under her belt. She can even give others a run for their money. Presenting before you - Suvarna, a mystery from the woods, morever she is an enchanting breeze from the north.
posted by cAfE eXpReSsiOn at 12:51 AM
2 Comments:
hi suvarna,
that's a nice post. u seem to have a lot of talent; i decided to read more of u. keep it up. hope u remember me; ur orkut friend: sameevulla. anyhow, great post.
really cool stub !!
liked the part about how the "strangers" share so many common things...
and the poem is spot on !
if something needs to be added to this topic it would be only one thing -> nothing .....
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