I remember how in my childhood time was like a river of molasses where I’d twiddle my thumbs like a noonday fly waiting for my father to return with the promised goodies. Waiting for the monthly issues of comics was a lingering torment -the dates stood motionless like banyan trees, weeks seemed impenetrable like the densest woods. Periods in school progressed in millimetres where teachers sometimes waved a crooked finger or two, ‘Wait till you grow up!’
Time did pick up speed as I entered the clueless teens and then my botched up youth. Before long I was racing from class to class, cities to cities, people to people, emotions to emotions, passions to passions, blissfully oblivious of the journey’s end. It was not till the last year of my post graduation course that I grew vaguely aware of fleetingness of time, the first faint realisation that it was a journey down not up, and the silken tresses I was sliding down had a terminal point after all, beyond which there was nothing but one grand nada.
I will be a fool however if I try to clamber back to the days gone by, claw into the void of what was my younger self, crib at the friends who have parted ways, long for the touch of the departed parent, moon for the haunts that have turned into faceless structures. As the breeze has turned into wild winds and the wild winds into tempests, I have found myself more among withered foliage than blooming buds. And yet, today’s flowers are tomorrow’s flotsam, and yesterday’s flotsam is today’s remembrance, and what is life but a collection of recollections and dreams!
At the end of two calamitous years immediately behind me, I do have a booty to boast of and toast today. Some of them I may have more by chance than design but there is nothing that should stop me from gloating at them. My daughters won gold medals in their annual sports day and one of the twins was adjudged ‘Athlete of the Year 2013’ in a school attended by boys and girls in equal parts. One Grain Amongst the Storm found a place among a handful of Indian weblogs that qualify as Platinum Blogs by Indian Top Blogs. I was humbled to be adjudged the Winner of ‘Personal & Short Stories’ genre in Indian Blog Awards 2013 held by Indiblogger. I am proud to be prominently mentioned in the ‘Year-End Review, and News for 2014’ of BlogCatalog, “Uspandey’s writings are exquisite. He takes you on journeys to magical places and you’ll wish his posts didn’t end.”
Folks, I take this occasion to thank the amazing bloggers who chose to by my friends and thus enrich my existence: Ian Cochrane, the writer who can write in the past and present simultaneously, fusing history with geography and bringing time to a standstill, blogs at People and Places; Marty, the master of aphorisms that can clean bowl you as they collect the wisdom of an eternity and put on your palm, writes at Aphorism of the Day; Kris Landt, the shrink who can anesthetize the reader with her stories and diagnosis writes at Channeling Hippocrates; Subroto Pant, who writes exquisite stories that carry the readers away at Blogs Away; Karthik L, a connoisseur of fiction and fantasy writes at Three Realms of the Mind; John Hartnett, whose humour will equip you with a new vision of the world that Google Glass can’t even dream of, expounds his conundrums at The Monkey Bellhop; Suresh C takes satire and jesting to new heights at Life is Like This; Madilyn Benrubi, whose lyre sings at lesser intervals but regales the sagging spirits every time it does that at JerseyLil’s 2 Cents.
I also take the opportunity to thank my erstwhile friends, who have molted out to being celebrities, for not burdening my conscience any more.
May the Force be with you all!