There is them, and then there is me

Now that I stay at home full-time and have become a total blog-junkie, I often wonder about people who manage to blog everyday. Every Single Day! And some of them have been at it for years now. How do they manage to do it? And does it not take away from the joy of blogging, making it a chore that needs to be taken care of everyday? Or is it that I have gotten it all wrong and these folks blog everyday because they enjoy it so much? In which case, blogging leads to something akin to an 'exercise high', a concept which I anyway have trouble wrapping my mind around.
I have even greater trouble understanding how daily-bloggers manage to be that and still lead normal lives. My point is that if you know in advance that you are going to blog about something (in the case of a daily-blogger, it has to be something from their day), then it'd be really hard to not let your reaction to / experience of that particular thing get coloured by this fact. Of course, it's possible that I again have it all wrong and the act of blogging might actually make people less passive - will I observe a sunset more keenly if I know that I have to describe how beautiful it was on my blog? Although, this still remains an example of when an experience might get altered because of the subject's blogging self.
And then of course, there are some people who will sometimes blog about anything, just in order to get it done for that day. I wonder if that is what I am doing right now?

Soul-blogging

Wow, am I on a roll today, or what? First, I completed my post from yesterday (yeah, got bloggers' block again yesterday :( ), then I did a fresh post for today, and look, I am back for more! Worry not, though - I am not going to launch into another long and winding non-story.
I stopped by to post the link to a wonderful blog that I recently chanced upon and have fallen in love with. So, just on the off-chance that you are reading my blog and haven't yet been to Life in Chicago, go do so now (make sure to come back, though!).
This blog is, there are no other words for it, a thing of beauty. I have read several blogs of late, but nothing made me feel connected to the author the way this one did. It actually feels like she invests a bit of herself into it; rather than merely stringing together a bunch of (mostly flippant) thoughts and observations (like I do). For example, check out this entry.
In fact, now that I have actually written these thoughts down, I feel like not posting them because it feels like I haven't really been able to capture in words what I really meant to say. However, never the one to be selfish, I shall go ahead and share the joy.
Alright, I will stop raving now. Until next time, then.

On seasons and seasoning

The spring has officially started. My backyard already has one purple flower, two reds and a teeny-tiny lime. The birds are chirping, the sky is a deep, deep blue and the breeze feels lovely against my skin.
Thus prodded by the weather, I couldn't help humming that song from the Dell commercial: "I am green today. I chirp with joy at the cricket song". These being all the lyrics I knew, Google came to the rescue (Spring is making me rhyme too!). Not only did I find the ad in question, I also found the original song from which the clip in the ad has been taken. You can watch it here.
The video isn't much, but I like the lyrics.

Morning has given way to afternoon and I still have this song stuck in my head. While the music has stayed the same, the lyrics have now changed to: "I am cooking today - tadka daal and paalak paneer. I am cooking today".
The reason I am cooking such a spread is that V's boss and his family are coming over for dinner. While I am not a bad cook at all, this is still quite a big step for us - from having just couples over, for whom pretty much anything goes (wine and pizza is a party), to having a family over (couple + 3 kids) who are used to eating a good meal at home on a daily basis.
Hopefully, things won't be a complete disaster. In case they actually turn out to be good, a big measure of thanks will be due to Meena, Manisha, Nandita and all the wonderful women out there in the foodie blogosphere who have, unknown to themselves, taught me how to cook.
In fact, they and their fabulous food blogs deserve a separate post of their own which I shall soon do. In the meantime, let me figure out how to hold this ladle while keeping my fingers crossed!