Breathless Soul

I write this post exactly after a month on this blog, not because I had nothing interesting to write on but because of crunch of time. Hitherto, the crunch was due to procrastination, I won’t let it affect me lest I stop writing. Basically, I have a theory. Birthdays are unlucky. Every time on my birthday, something bad happens with me. This time- My blackberry broke down and I am back on my boring Nokia phone.

I am dizzy as I write this because I am in a very boring conference, realizing how lame birthdays are. A birthday is a day to spend in solitude, not necessarily alone and do what you love. The concept of birthdays has been overhyped and sensationalized. The wishes upon candles don’t really come true and the day is spent well…doing nothing. Come think of it, what did I do exactly? Nothing substantial. Nothing I wanted to. Are birthdays any good anymore?

I used to look forward to my birthday as a kid all the year and now, I dread the date for no particular reason. But then again, when the ever optimistic I return, I reckon that birthdays are not so bad after all.

You get to spend the entire day with your best friend; your friends treat you like princess. Also, on which other day do you feel you are blessed with people in your life who are there to wish you good luck on a special day? I got over a hundred messages on FB and more than three score of wishes on phone. No, I didn’t get a cake but I got to cut a pizza instead. I didn’t get to blow candles on my birthday but I got to blow imaginary candles on an apple tart.

I have to see the best in everything right? My students gave a surprise by showing up with loads of goodies and a big cute card. We got a double McDonald’s treat and I saw a Damon Salvatore Doppelganger in the metro. What more could I ask for?

Yes, it was unlucky in some ways but most of it was worth the praise. I am blessed, for the people in my life who make it beautiful. Many colorful hues, in one journey of my life.

Xoxo

Spree.

What do you do when you have a horribly bad mood and your most prized possession turns two the next day? Do you not celebrate it or celebrate in a full mood so that maybe you feel happy? I had many plans in mind for the time my blog turns two. Those have seemed to vanish in thick air. Its uncanny how your plans change when life happens. Well, I have always believed that the more you plan, the harder the destiny hits you. I tend to forget it sometimes but that's okay, events keep happening to remind of the same.

Anyhow, like always, as a custom, I have to thank a few people who have helped me reach as many followers as I have today, though the ones who actually read are only a handful, I can count them on one finger. Thanks Leo, for the incredible haiku prompts that make me think.

Thanks to Sookie, who has made me write in the REAL sense of it.

Thanks to NJ, whose writings have inspired me always.

Cheers, who with one guest post had given my blog its share of fifteen minutes of fame.

Thanks to Gulzarsaab, whose lyrics make me cry and pine for NOT writing like this, I never can match you, Sir. To Salim Merchant and Sulaiman, I love your songs.

Thanks for all my fictional friends, you have been there when I needed you the most, always. You never leave my side even when I am not ME.

Thanks for all your support, I hope you keep reading it, let the love touch me and take me out of this cynic mode

Here's what Leo has to say of my blog. I consider it an honor that he writes here, so when I get old, the technological changes render me helpless, I can still have a hard copy of my yesteryears, of my glory days. I think I would miss all of this at that time and Sometime, they would make my life a little more bearable than it is today.

OK… I’ll start off on this guest post for Miss Spree by telling I have no idea what to write. Seriously! It’s been ages since I wrote a guest post for an anniversary of a blog. And this blog has been known to me mainly through the haiku she writes for my meme, Haiku Heights; and I know Spree mainly through her tweets and virtual voice.

She herself would admit that of late, she has been feeling a little unlike her usual chirpy and bubbly self. We all have our own problems, and I can relate to the feeling of total disregard to happiness that she has been finding lately. I told her too, and she sort of cheered up when I told her she was being un-Spree-ish; to the extent that she has decided to go ahead with this celebration almost full-heartedly rather than a little forced. I’m glad for that, because a blog birthday is sort of a milestone. To go a few months without quitting is one thing; to come through multiple years is something worth mentioning. I hope she doesn’t lose that cheerfulness in her, that passion for writing and sharing something from her life’s journey in her own style. There will come a time in life when even that virtual aura of Spree will seem afar for her, uncomforting… but I urge her not to quit on herself, or on Spree. I’m sure anyone who reads her will surely agree with me when I say she has got lots and lots of talent in her, and many words that she would be delighted to share with us. My message and request to her would be:

Go past your sorrow

For a smile will come your way

Ease heartbeats again

I find the best hopes

Hidden deep in my pen’s ink

Write it out and see

Your joys are nearby

Just lost in light of darkness

Seek, and you will find

Coming to her blog, I know it as I told, for a long time now. I known it since it was called, “Breathless Soul”. It is a fine place to find some haiku, some of which are so mature and deep, it captures the mind. It’s a delight to write here, and share a few thoughts. I myself have changed the name of my blog so often, but in the end, I always return to the one I used first. I feel that it holds a special place in the heart, because what we write out without thinking is what we want to be written out, rather than the ones which need so much thought. Similarly, I, for one, would request to her that she returns to the first name, “Breathless Soul” which so reflects who she is, what her virtual aura portrays. I keep my words to that, and wish the blog many more birthdays to come.

Does a name matter?

I think it does, my dear friend

It speaks of your soul

I wish all your joys

Little as they might now feel

To grace your aura

On this blog birthday

Let idiosyncracies

Be breathless again

Wishing this blog by a good friend a happy 2nd birthday and more to come, with lots of haiku. My message for her, is quite evident. I wish her happiness, joy and whatever good I can think of in this small write of mine, and also wish the blog become its original name again, for I think it reflects her a lot.

Bye, and once again, thanks for the honor of guest posting on your blog’s birthday, Spree.