When Blogs Weave A Story...

... about the people who write them. What do I mean by that? I mean, depending on the type of blog of course, given that there is a blog born every 3 seconds (akin to men thinking of sex...that's not what I say, but what statistics reveal, and am sure the statistician was a male), blog posts begin the journey towards 'image creation' in the minds of a reader.

For instance, a dear friend of mine in Dubai who I think reads my posts every so often mentioned in his email to me (I still want to make that differentiation between mail and email, as mail will still mean by post and red post boxes and letters and stamps and envelopes with addresses, which sadly today is a lost form. Who writes letters any more? Do you? I used to for a while, and then the e-form slowly but surely made its insidious way into my life), that my blogs told him of what was happening in my life. That set me thinking. On what my blogs reveal about me and the image that people build of the writer.

I have a fellow blog writer with whom I correspond ocassionally, who wrote to me today, being concerned about me. She'd read my latest posts too and she'd been busy and what not.

Well, these 2 recent instances brought home the fact that we never ever stop being curious about people we haven't seen. The invisibility, the anonyomity, the language, the tone, the subject, are all building blocks of a 'perceived image'. It's fascinating isn't it? We can let our imagination run wild and start thinking of this living, breathing, thinking, feeling human as someone with a soft voice, or light hair, or a thick moustache and assign age and certain characteristics to him/her. All this purely on the basis of what goes out on the World Wide Web of blogs.

So it won't be too difficult to fall in love over a blog now would it? I've known people to fall prey to that emotion too. I'm not sure if it all pans out well in the end, but, imagine reading, trying to then fathom, create, correspond, fall in love, talk, fall in love some more, meet and then,....don't know. There could be multiple ends to the process above. But fascinating albeit won't you agree?

Human nature. It never ceases to surprise, it never ceases to amaze. The mind and heart are truly the deepest mysteries which ironically are always trying to unravel themselves.

Right now, just as an aside, my life is boring. I'm waiting for magic to happen. And I know it won't. Because it never does, for, I've been waiting endlessly for years.

But I so want to see a fairy go swish swish with her wand and the stars sprinkling the air, with soft music in the background, before my wish is granted.

Ok, guess it's time to stop dreaming and wishing and hoping. It's time to start living and for starters, I'm off to bed.