Wednesday, May 21, 2014

This is not a marriage (or: metaphors, like similes, prove inadequate)

This blog is X number of years old. I don't remember how old it is. I care that it exi(s)ts, that I still post here, that one or two of you read it when you could just as well mail me, because that's how long it has been, that we have exchanged mails and talked and even met offline, and I don't know how to end this sentence.

Which, if you want a metaphor for this blog, has to be better than the tired blog-as-marriage one. Been there, done that.

Anyway.

Just to, kind of, put a cake in front of it and say, "Well done. You made it through another year."

And also to put, I don't know, bhel puri in front of you lot and say, "Thanks for coming back."

Saturday, May 17, 2014

simile, not epic enough

Kanakambaram seeds that have been watered in high summer are like that older kid you used to know on the playground who slapped you while smiling playfully so that you could not allege bullying even though it stung like heck.