I never know what you are thinking. Think."
I think we are in rats' alley
Where the dead men lost their bones.
A Game of Chess, The Wasteland, T.S.Eliot
My friend Surabhi has named me as one of the five Thinking Bloggers she reads. Flattered though I am - and I am flattered, considering that this is the first award I've ever received in my life, ha! - I'm extremely nervous about accepting any such thing.
Strings attached, you see. I have to name five more bloggers, who in their turn have to name five more and so on. I hate memes. I can't think of anyone whose blog I might tag, who would appreciate the dubious honour.
Why dubious? Because, really, everyone who passes this along does themselves a disservice by implying that Making Them Think is a difficult thing, a feat achieved only by a chosen few or five.
And why I'm nervous is, this feel uncomfortably like I'm all dolled up for a birthday party and have been made to take part in a game of Passing The Parcel, and as the parcel lands in my lap and I fumble with it with clumsy fingers, I can see from the corner of my eye that the person in charge of the music is going to stop and what I have in my hands is not an innocent cushion, but a very hot potato that is shortly going to bring all kinds of humiliating tasks in its wake and which causes me to mix my metaphors with a fine disregard for compatibility in the larger scheme of things, and which makes me certain that whatever Surabhi may have thought while passing this on to me, at the end of this, she will have changed her mind.
So, I'm not passing this on, I'm passing this back. Stifle those gasps of horror. What happens if the same three or four people get tagged again? Does one tentacle of this monster get cut cold? Does one possible outcome in all the possible futures of thinking bloggers close forever? What disaster will happen?
Let's find out, shall we?
So, instead of Paying it forward, like whatzisname, I'm paying it back.
Sur, TMM, Banno and Anita. And Appa for perspective. My reasons for tagging the first four shall remain mysterious and private.
And excuse my while I go wear my thinking cap.