Freedom of anonyomity

Amit's given me a scare. He read my other blog. Nothing unusual in that. He knows about it. Besides Shams and him no one on earth knows of its existence, not even Google. But like he reminded me, a blog is public. Someone out there could be reading it, and...

Have to spend some time deleting all references to the ABCDs of the world. Goddddd!!!!! That will take some time or what...sigh!! And a lot of my Internet time. Should I just say 'chuck it' or...do I give a damn who reads this blog? No one does as far as I know...but hey! someone somewhere could be watching. Creepy thought!

I value the freedom that anonyomity brings with it. I wouldn't trade it for fame, money, or success. When I read the way the world at large is going about dissecting Aishwarya Rai, I realized how lucky I was. Sting's "Every Breath You Take" takes on a whole new perspective...imagine someone somewhere always watching you, your every move, your every claim, your every word, your every flutter of the eyelash, how you put your tongue out and let it rest on your lips, the swish of your hair, the steely glint of silver in your hair, a chipped tooth, body odour, a fart, a bad pedicure, the loudness of your laugh, sagging udders (or euphemistically called breasts), an extra ounce and flounce here or there, the way you answer your phone, how you get out of your car, 'hot', 'cold', and on and on it goes, the merry-go-round of being a celebrity and celebrated. It's nauseating. But it's the price of fame, of being beautiful, of being successful. (And doesn't the world have anything better to think, or do, or write about? Just leave someone be for Christ's sake... just let her be).

Thank God I'm none of the above. Yes! I truly like the freedom of anonyomity.

And my once-held belief seems to be beckoning with a vengeance. A diary is probably better than this blog here. Will continue penning there. Blogs seem a no-no.

Anyway dear blog, ere I discontinue, just to say that the weekend was nice. Taking Friday off was such bliss. Just doing my own thing was good. Window shopping, listening to the sounds emitted by KEF speakers and Denon amps at ProFX or even an Onkyo, ooooh....! Mark Knopfler sounded like he wanted to make love to only me... oh! to be able to afford the sound is pure orgasm...but at a steep price. Ha ha ha.... we women are good at faking it, so will continue to live with my run down Sony.

Blue Ginger at the Taj West End, Tiger Bay, Memories of China at the Taj Residency, shopping, movies, breakfast at Koshy's, being single, being married - being in love, being married - being a mother, being single - being busily successful, being single - being strangled by marital worries, being single - being enviably attached with family, being enviably footloose and fancy free because one is single - ...aah! the joys and tribulations of 2 sides of the same coin... Bunty and I. Like Irfan said....Bunty & Babli. And the trials of keeping secrets. Babli suffocates.

Sigh! Babli is good at keeping secrets, and someone out there will never know... unless there's a sudden twist of fate! Highly improbable. Impossible.

Passing thought - Merriam Webster's 'Word for the Wise' is awesome. I could sit and go through the archive for hours. Thank you MW. I salute you.

Deletions coming up shortly.