Tell us what you’ve learned so far about daily blogging.
Daily blogging is a fun way to pass time. It makes you write every day, coaxing your grey cells out of hibernation. Imagine they will be unable to move if they are not put to work. They will gather dust and rust if you stop using them.
From 1st Nov, I am putting out two posts a day. One for my Daily Prompt and the other one for NaBloPoMo. It is a Herculean effort for me to come up with something every day.
Daily blogging takes away my loneliness. It keeps me busy and entertained too. I love to read what others have written and seeing facets of other people’s lives.
Through blogging you share so many lives, laughter and Sunshine. I get to see the whole world while sitting in one place. Distances melt away.
Blogging has enriched my life. I feel close to my virtual friends.
I keep in touch with what’s happening elsewhere.
Daily blogging has become a part of my life. I feel if I stop I will be lost without it.
Please do visit my earlier posts :
A Fun Pastime
Daily Prompt: Connect The Dots
Scour the news for an entirely uninteresting story. Consider how it connects to your life. Write about that.
I read the news of a black woman shot in face when she asked the home owner for help in a white neighborhood.
It was very disquieting to read. Is human life so cheap?
I feel sadness for the young life lost. I join her parents in mourning.
The allegation that she was trying to break in looks untrue. He could have called the police and got her arrested. The police is anyway on his side by not arresting him for killing her in cold blood. It would have been the other way round if the killer was a black person.
God has made people of different colors. No one is better than the other one.
Please teach your children not to hate others different than them so that when they grow up the world becomes a better place to live and hatred and bigotry are gone.
Wrong Is Wrong
If you had to switch your first name, what name would you choose and why?
I didn’t like my name though it meant breeze
My father named me with it for life
I couldn’t change it despite my efforts
I cried tears amid my strife
It was a common name everyone had
I wanted to be named Riffat
It evoked memories of altitudes
High mountains from where I sat
Vistas of high mountains reaching the sky
The world spread before me and I so high
I had earlier written a post about my name. Please do visit.
https://flowersandbreezes.wordpress.com/2013/09/02/daily-prompt-identity/Name That … You/
Daily Prompt: Cheering Section
Do you have a mentor? Tell. Are you a mentor to someone else? Tell what that relationship has added to your life.
Yes I do have a mentor. Who is he?
He is my son. Before him my husband was my chief adviser.
I turn to my son for advice now. Back home I often used to ask my brother in law’s wife for advice.
I consulted my elder brother too. Sometimes I turned to my friends for their opinions.
I find advices and criticisms, both are helpful. You can weigh in your mind which advice will be best for you and make your own decision. Similarly if your best friend criticize you in private, you can always find the truth in it and follow it accordingly.
If someone ask me for advice, I always give my honest opinion. It’s for the other person to follow or reject it.
Who Is My Guru?
If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
If I could change one thing about myself , it would be to get to bed on time and go to sleep. I will be yawning but I won’t do my last minute rituals so that I should sleep. I take a long walk at night with my son. After coming back I feel tired. What I should do is:
Go immediately to the washroom.
Wash my face (a nightly ritual), and do Wadu.
Say my prayer and go to bed.
What I do is:
Start reading a book or answer my e mails or read any interesting stuff I come across.
To get to sleep is a big headache for me
I forget time and get lost in a book
The vast labyrinth of Internet calls me
I wander around eager to look
What should I do is a big question
Tried to find answers haven’t been able to
Sure it’s hard and difficult for me
Wish I get to bed on time and hold onto
To Go To Sleep
Daily Prompt: Google And Rescue Operation
What was the last thing you searched for online? Why were you looking for it?
My poem to Google
For words, images and blogs
Google aids me in searching
I don’t remember what last I searched
For me Google is equivalent to breathing
It’s my best search engine
My mind feels at ease
Knowing Google is there to help
For knowledge and news for frees
I was searching for something I needed to find. I took my iPad to my son. He calls it, “Mama’s ID.” He is used to his own laptop. God knows what he did was to make Google disappear. I could only get to Google through Yahoo and I could only get certain pages. It was a big headache. I tried making Google my homepage but an error would occur.
Yesterday before my son left for office in the early hours I asked him back for my dear Google. He couldn’t do it. He hurriedly downloaded Google for me. So now I click the Google icon to get what I search for.
The Google Help
Daily Prompt: Intense
Describe the last time you were surprised by the intensity of a feeling you had about something, or were surprised at how strongly you reacted to something you thought wouldn’t be a big deal.
My husband was an old fashioned person. He believed that women shouldn’t drive. For years when he was sitting somewhere guarding our borders, I would be sitting housebound waiting for him to come home, so that I could run my errands. Later on when he became a senior officer, I had no dearth of drivers. Once he retired my situation detoriated.
I was again dependent on him for driving me for various things. It irked me to no end. If I went for shopping I was expected to finish in two to three hours. Within this time limit I bought groceries, fitted in doctor’s appointments (if I had any) and other things waiting to be done. Shopping for my own needs got pushed time and again to another day. I would be left frustrated.
In the year he was to go for heart surgery I begged and cajoled for a car of my own. Finally he relented and bought me the car of my choice.
You can’t imagine my immense joy and overwhelming happiness at getting a brand new car of my own. It was INTENSE.
The Intense Joy