Friday, November 30, 2012

Stop Me If You Can...


As you know, I have written more than hundreds of posts in which some are words of dedication to my dear ones. I am happy that your blog has become rich with the posts that you had taken from Village Girl’s blog. I could see posts and pictures of my relatives and friends in your blog.

I should admit that even if you are not an expert in English, you are so clever to set the dates of the copied posts prior to the day I actually published it. However, please mind the fact that there are many other methods to know the real date on which you have published them. In fact, I simply hate to mention what you did as ‘publish posts’.

It was a few days back I searched in Google about my grandpa’s day of demise in order to pay a tribute to him in my blog. I was confused whether the date is 27 or 28th of November. He was my guide and greatest supporter. I am sure it was his blessings that made me to check Google about him and to find out about this copying. During the browsing, I could see my words with another URL and finally I reached your blog. 

Initially I thought it was just one post that you have copied. When one of my blogger friends pointed out, I could see that you have brutally duplicated majority of my posts. I was really shocked and depressed for the whole day. Slowly I realized it is not the end of the world. I still have a long way to go which you won’t ever follow.

My gain in this deal is a few self-realizations:
  • I’ve a lot of well wishers to support and encourage me
  • My posts are worth sharing and it is not an absolute nonsense

Your loss by this plagiarism:
  • Demolition of your identity as a writer
  • Chance of fame in the blogosphere

A blogger builds his/her blog with utmost care and affection. They value each post, comment, followers and page views. It is almost similar to a mom nurturing her child. Whether it is one or thousands of posts in her/his blog, each one are special. If you take away a blog post without permission, it is like kidnapping a baby from parents. 

I don’t know your gender, nativity or mother tongue. You might come up with an argument that I copied yours though the readers know the truth. My one lakh page views and 200+ followers (still counting) will speak for me. I am always thankful to the visitors and friends of village girl.

I’d have respected you if you write yourself with dedication. Blog readers never mind much about the grammatical and language skills. All they need is originality especially when it is a personal blog. You will not understand the pain unless you create a post of your own. 

A blogger friend has even helped me to lock my posts from copying. I don’t know how to thank him for that. I am so sorry to say that you will not be able to update your blogs with posts about my family, friends, nostalgic places and stupid poems.

I might not be the best name in blogosphere. Still I’ll keep writing unless my brain or hands get damaged because it is the best way I know to express my thoughts and dreams. Now here is a challenge! Stop me if you can….

Village Girl

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Tribute To Grandpa

A busy lawyer
A lovely father
A caring grandpa
An amazing writer!

I learned to walk
Holding your fingers!
I started to write
With your blessings!

You made me realize
The power of words!
You helped me to dream
The world of verse!

For every question,
You had an answer.
For each step,
I had your support!

Quietly and calmly
You left the world,
With many doubts
Still unanswered…!

(My grandfather MCV Bhattathiripad died exactly five years back. He was my guide and inspiration. My words have become powerless while writing about him as he was the one who corrected me when I started to write in my childhood days. Even today, I miss his care and love. Hope he reads this tribute and blesses me from the heaven.)

Sunday, November 18, 2012

A Revisit

 Image courtesy: Facebook

“Oh! She looks familiar…” I could see workers of green colored city buses of Kozhikode whispering to each other. I visited Kozhikode after many months and hence their smiles made me happy. The feeling that you are not at all a stranger in a place where you had lived for more than one year is really special. I am really thankful to the city for refining me. I’ve always felt that if I did not go to Kozhikode, I’ll be a silent girl even now. I’d never imagined in my whole life that I’d become a chatterbox like this. Anyway, yesterday I visited Kozhikode, a city with an essence of village. Here are a few typical scenes from Kozhikode:

  • Green buses are in a rush as usual
  • Railway station and bus stand are crowded with travelers
  • Enjoying a bright day, Mananchira Lake stays quiet and still
  • With huge wooden blocks floating, Kallai River reminds of its golden era as a timber hub
  • Parking spaces of hospitals are full with luxury cars
  • Auto drivers still maintain their trademark of friendliness
  • Street vendors busy with their business
  • Shelves of hotels are filled with fried snacks
  • Flower shows and cloth exhibitions in full swing
  • Huge banners of cultural meetings and party processions are found all over the city

      Whether it is long or short, journeys always tempt me to write. I might not scribble about tours and picnics I had. Instead some trips that draw memories will be posted here. Kozhikode is a city that made me dream, cry and live. Though it is just a 2 hour trip from my home, a travel to this place definitely cheers up my senses!    

Monday, November 12, 2012

Every Wish To Dream

Fantasy Comments Pictures

Dreams at night,
A version of wishes!
Colorful or painful,
Ambitious always.

Unforgettable scenes,
Predicted future,
A state of confusion,
Yet dreams smile!

Unconscious mind
Takes its diversions,
All fresh pictures
Still I know the end!

Past has vanished,
I breathe at present!
Future is waiting
With lots of hopes!

At times I like to flow
In illuminations!
But I’ve to wake up
As this is just a dream!

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Journey To Live

Brightness To Dark
Dusk To Twilight
Like Life’s Chapters
Bus Moves So Fast…

Breaks In Between
Turns And Slopes,
A Point To Next
Run The Tires!

With Their Own Time
Every Traveler Is Busy.
Road Is Still Long,
An Unending Tale!

Soothing Breeze
Lovely Moonlight
Melody Of Drizzles
Life Is Awesome!

An Endless Journey,
My Favorite Dream!
But Now I’ve To Exit
With No Regrets!

(The post was in draft for many months. Today I felt I should publish this as a token of love to all my 200+ supporters of blog. You people forced me to admire and nurture the blog. Now this blog has become an inseparable part of my life. Thanks to all my readers and well wishers especially Indiblogger, Malabaris and Malayalam Bloggers.)