Here are the results.
I started out intending to invoke the Gods of the RTDM pantheon (Mithunda, Dada, Chappell, Sushma Swaraj etc) in order to make my point. Just like I had last time when I lost. But sometimes, when, in the words of the great Govinda, you get into the “emotional ho gya yaar” frame of mind, it is better to say it straight (as corporate India would say: direct dil se) than take recourse to the indirection of humour.
One of the main reasons I started blogging was to connect with people of similar interests, people whom I otherwise would never come face-to-face with in the course of my life. And if there is anything that getting a popular award like the Indibloggies confirms, it is that I now have a big circle of such “friends”: people who care enough about what’s in the blog to take time off from their lives to read and comment. And even vote.
Honest to God, that, as a blogger, feels good.
Does this reveal a childish desire for approbation? Well that’s your call.
I wouldn’t want to continue endlessly with “maine suit silwana bandh kar di” (incidentally a line from the most heartfelt acceptance speech EVER delivered by Dharam paaji at the Filmfares) ramblings about my life. Instead I would like to conclude with a massive, Mithunian “Ayeee Salaaaa” shout-out to *all* my commenters. And not just to the erudite debaters of all political hues and tastes who add value and depth to the posts, but also to the ones who are “different” : the multiple identity-wallahs, those who type in caps and consider Himesh as their “JANUM 4 LIFE” , those who come searching for DPS Dhamaka clips and then ask for the clips to be sent to them, the Bhojpuri poet who posts his poems as comments and those who mail me thinking I am Himesh Reshammiya himself.
All of you make me want to be a better blogger.