Blog-o-s-affair!!

For the last few months, I have been in a true blue blogging funk. Though I can’t really put my finger on the exact reason, but I just didn’t feel like posting - partly because I think I started blogging to vent out my creative frustration and primarily because the professional front has been a bit too demanding. Moreover, despite best efforts, I have been unable to get into the circus - blog stats, views, ratings, technrati etc etc. Ofcourse, I chose not to, but the sheer frustration of not getting a hang of something pumps out the juice of excitement from it. Add to it, the lack of any pestering loyal readers, and one has the perfect set up for procrastination.

Until... A fellow blogger and two men I know piped in and rapped me shrewdly (well, metaphorically).

“Do you think you need to tell me something?” questioned a fellow blogger (who feigned friendship) on FB chat. Not able to decipher her sudden curiosity, I asked her what I needed to tell her! The response to her initial question was an open invitation to her to bombard me with her volley of nonsensical sawaal(s). Apparently, the woman, after having read each of my posts carefully, had developed schizophrenia-kind of symptoms and starting believing that there was more to my “highly-interesting” life than what my blog stated. When informed that the “information” given through my various blog posts was nothing but the truth with no latent attachments, the woman started throwing fits of disbelief. The only way to provide her some relief was to block her, which I did.

The next one was a friend-turned-foe. "OHHHKAYYY... So you’ve got 57 proposals till now?" he yelled over the phone in an accusing tone, as if getting marriage proposals was a blasphemy or rarest of rare crime!!

Though the statement was enough to jolt me out of the deep laze-induced slumber, I passed off the jerk as yet another aspiring detective, out on the prowl to make life miserable for people like me!!

But men being men, they just cannot refrain from poking their noses into the businesses of the women they know even remotely.

So there was yet another one, using my blog to spy on me and my activities. Now, this second man, is neither a friend nor foe. He is one of the prospective grooms that I bumped into through a matrimonial site but couldn't decide if I should give him a chance or not. Before I could even start liking him, the bloke showed his colours. He decided to go through every word on my blog so that he can have a fair idea about what exactly I have been up to all these 30 years of my life - as if I would have lied if he ever asked me!! Worse, he prepared a questionnaire to stump me with his shrewdness and started hurling his doubts through messages. I patiently and honestly replied to his suspicion-loaded questions for a bit but lost it after he refused to believe my answers to be true.

Well - to each his own!! I have never cared and will never give a damn to such filthily suspicious souls. So, for me they do not exist.

But the incidents of attempted “spying” have set my mind clock ticking. Am I giving the peeping toms/lucy(s) a lavish treat by posting stuff on my blog not anonymously and giving them a chance to dissect my life in layers? Or is a great medium to allow the creeps to read and then display the rainbow hues of their true characters?

I am confused!!