One complete year of blogging...wow it is my one year baby blog nowJ.
A year was not easy and I am honest when I write that the lady you read on your laptops accessing her through chrome or IE is not a very optimistic person in her own life. A year was like a sea for me, high tides to low tides and vice versaJ
You read me so many times but very few know that the lady who writes to inspire others have gone through suicidal tendency so many times in a year. She had pain and she thought to quit(:. There were days which were so colourful but she could not see the colours.
There were days in this year, when I looked at a wall like a furniture but then something brought me to my laptop to write and just write. It is true, I write to inspire myself. To be happy, make others happy.
I owe my thanks to all those 7000+ readers who read me through this blog globally. If I am today I am because of all of you – those who know me and many those who just read me through this blog!
I owe my thanks to my husband who gave me this idea to write what I feel as he knows I am too bad at expressing in personJ. I owe my thanks to my FB friends and many other friends who loved what I wrote. I owe my thanks to all my web editors who published my work to keep me going!
I owe my thanks to my critics who motivated me to write better. Behind every successful person there is an honest critic. So I love my critics equally. You gave me a reason to benchmark my own performance. I owe my thanks to my parents who understood that I am not born to be an engineer and who laughs it off now that I did the right thing by jumping the walls of my engineering entrance venuesJ
I owe my thanks to my daughter and all the kids of NGO who encouraged me to write.
I owe my thanks to my family (mainly my friends), I met and they joined me as my family. I owe my thanks to all those who supported me through my painful knee journey of a year. I sustained two surgeries and I am able to bear my present condition as all of you are there with me. Wishing everyone a very Happy First Anniversary of our blog – ‘So You Think You Are Living’...
We have more milestones to cover and looking forward for a better improved year ahead with all my readers.
I will be launching ‘My Art Gallery’ label soon and what kept me blogging even after so many failures in a year are few words as a part of this poem ‘Success by Robert William Service’
It is, I wonder, Happiness?
It is not wealth, it is not fame,
Nor rank, nor power nor honoured name.
It is not triumph in the Arts -
Best-selling books or leading parts.
It is not plaudits of the crowd,
The flame of flags, processions proud.
The panegyrics of the Press
are but the mirage of Success.
You may have all of them, my friend,
Yet be a failure in the end.
I've know proud Presidents of banks
Who've fought their way up from the ranks,
And party leaders of renown
Who played as boys in Shantytown.
Strong, self-made men, yet seek to trace
Benignity in any face;
Grim purpose, mastery maybe,
Yet never sweet serenity;
Never contentment, thoughts that bless -
That mellow joy I deem Success.
The haply seek some humble hearth,
Quite poor in goods yet rich in mirth,
And see a man of common clay
Watching his little ones at play;
A laughing fellow full of cheer,
Health, strength and faith that mocks at fear;
Who for his happiness relies
On joys he lights in other eyes;
He loves his home and envies none. . . .
Who happier beneath the sun?
Aye, though he walk in lowly ways,
Shining Success has crowned his days.
It is not wealth, it is not fame,
Nor rank, nor power nor honoured name.
It is not triumph in the Arts -
Best-selling books or leading parts.
It is not plaudits of the crowd,
The flame of flags, processions proud.
The panegyrics of the Press
are but the mirage of Success.
You may have all of them, my friend,
Yet be a failure in the end.
I've know proud Presidents of banks
Who've fought their way up from the ranks,
And party leaders of renown
Who played as boys in Shantytown.
Strong, self-made men, yet seek to trace
Benignity in any face;
Grim purpose, mastery maybe,
Yet never sweet serenity;
Never contentment, thoughts that bless -
That mellow joy I deem Success.
The haply seek some humble hearth,
Quite poor in goods yet rich in mirth,
And see a man of common clay
Watching his little ones at play;
A laughing fellow full of cheer,
Health, strength and faith that mocks at fear;
Who for his happiness relies
On joys he lights in other eyes;
He loves his home and envies none. . . .
Who happier beneath the sun?
Aye, though he walk in lowly ways,
Shining Success has crowned his days.
CheerioJ
