Each stone a marker
Each marker a memory
Of stringing it all in between

There’s laughter and tears
There’s love and hurt
There’s pride and comfort
There’s a belonging in years

My milestones
They mark my way
Traveling through the zones
I have indeed come a long way

I hear a voice
Not out of choice
‘You sow as you reap
There’s miles to go before you sleep’



I have no recollection of how I started writing a blog. I distinctly remember falling upon Munimma’s because of our Sulekha connection of many years ago. Then I must have started at some place and then promptly forgot or lost it, coz why else would my first post be this (October 29 2005):

” I am in โ€“ again, hopefully I will stay in! ๐Ÿ™‚ ”

Of all the things to say, I said something absurd and matter-of-fact as that? Great!

  • 200th post I celebrated with Numbers – October 10 2007 – I lost it for a bit in the middle, but now am back with the same sentiments as this over the past year:

Tracking is moot. Yes, I do not want to know who clicked my page, when and how many times, and read what and for how long and referred whom to come by. I donโ€™t want to know how folks come to read me, searches, links. I donโ€™t care for the lurkers and for folks who send in crappy rebukes under a guise.
Ignorance certainly is bliss. Iโ€™d like to think that I have risen above it. No, am not saying you are petty to be curious. I have been curious for a while and now that I am satisfied, the interest has faded. It does not appeal to me anymore. The blogโ€™s mine, the writingโ€™s mine and I ought to stop with what pleasures I get out of it and what simpler returns I get when folks do read me.

Here are the stats as of this morning: (what? Cmon, I have to do this thing?!)


Thinking back, I’d started off in blogger, with a gmail id, it seemed to be the simple thing to do. Back then I drove the kids around in a Dodge Caravan. I lived in it. Driving them to and from classes, my classes at the U, lugging munchkin between girl scouts, basketball, PTA meetings, school volunteering, groceries and gym. The road trips, the noisy silences between each of us with me and my thoughts. Hence I named my blog:

Chronicles of a Caravan (at Blogger)

October 29 2005September 8 2007

A significant little hiccup in my life made me sit up and want a change. That’s what women do. When something slightly offbeat or event happensย outside of theirย control or wishes, they go change something else in their life on purpose. Like how we go cut our hair after a childbirth, stuff like that. In the course of a conversation with Psyriac, he pushed me towards WordPress. I decided why the heck not, and just because it seemed like I was constantly looking to come up for air, tunneling through it all seemed to ring perfect. That’s how WP came about.

Tunneling Thru’ (at WordPress)

September 8 2007 – now.

Exciting times lay ahead and I plunged into writing with a frenzy. It’s been chaotic as much as it has been wonderfully fulfilling and amazing. Introspectively challenging and considering I’ve stuck on this long, it seems like I have ultimately found what my thing is. The thing that we are all born to do, the one that morphs to careers and the ones that propels us up to wake up at ungodly hours to head out to spend 10-15 hours a day earning livelihood as much as quenching passions. The thing that we turn to when our mind’s disturbed, when a haven becomes a need for survival, and ultimatelyย that what calms the ripples and a semblance of peace is restored.ย 

As I grew up, and from since as a child, the options of what I would eventually be happy with have been at the beck of a windmill. The kinds that Gods and nature love to play around with after their lunch and before their suppers. The lazy flicking of the ladybug off the shoulder and the windmill spun at a different speed, and there I was doing something entirely different from what my original plan A was. With every little flick – and by God, where there enough bugs around or what on a sunny afternoon in the corn fields! – I shifted.

I moved enough to make a nomad feel unworthy, my plans, my ideas, ideals and dreams. My posts show them all. The transition of the person through the days and the situations that have made the slightest impact on who I am now, a cumulative effect and most definitely not all-comprehensive or inclusive. I really didn’t plan on sticking it out this long and the enthusiasm to the whole community has waned to an extent. My thisย fufferfly tag gists it. , somethingย I’ve always felt about an online presence.

A few good friends and readers have stuck with me, reading me silently since 2006 and I miss the easy banter dotted with innocent naivety. The ones who congratulated me on my 200th post? Perhaps 5 of them remain next to me. I miss a few more and I suppose that’s what growing up means. Just coz it happens doesn’t make it right, but we move along with the memories.

I surely have no idea what else and how long I may continue on this blog(or any other blog for that matter, but I love my place to bits!) and a few of you know the complete angst I have felt at the beginning of the year on wanting to shut this place. The faint aftertaste will always remain. One thing I do know is that whether this blog remains or not, the writing will stay. It’s a source of comfort. Audience or otherwise.

Okay, surely didn’t want to make this serious, but I guess it turned that way eh? Yikes! Growing old, thats’ what it is!

Have a wonderful weekend what with Navratri bringing in golus, dandia, ghagras, pattu saris, bommais and mainly and most important of them all, sundal! This Saturday am off to play Dandia. Yay!! Last year I couldn’t because of the knee surgery which also marks a year by tomorrow, and if the knee behaves I’ll play for a bit and dance the evening away, I hope. ๐Ÿ™‚

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38 replies on “500”
  1. says: Praveen

    wow! congrats rads!
    Long post, I will read it in the morning and comment again. And yes, thanks for dragging me along into the blogdom, though I haven’t made much of it.

  2. says: naren

    Congratulations! 500 posts is enough material for at least 10 novels! You should give it a shot.

    Thanks for livening up our lives. And don’t even think about stopping blogging


  3. says: Jyothi

    I can say that I have read all of your 500 posts. I used to be your follower since your blogpost days. You are one person who has the ability to dish up “fresh dirt, every single time” …you never miss on your originality…

    Congrats Rad!

  4. says: sraikh

    YAY! 500th is huge.
    I remember reading you(07? 08) and then I didnt read you and then I found you again and made sure to add you to my reader..

    Here’s to many more posts.

  5. says: maxdavinci

    gonna be 4yrs and 500 posts?
    That’s an avg of two posts a week.
    with you daily marathons and all those things, i’d expect you to hit 500 long ago, btu then congrats nevertheless.

    counting since jan-04 I dont have half of your num remaining, but then I’ve deleted a good 200 or so coz I found them too small or geeky or just boring.

    PS: I don’t believe the tracking bit, Rakhi Sawant may win an oscar but you will nvr let go of stats!

    1. says: rads

      Max – I thought I would too considering how much I wrote in the middle!

      To me this blog’s a space where I say whatever I want to say. Your space is sacred to you :p

      *completely ignoring your PS*

  6. says: My3

    Congratulations!! Have a tipsy day and may you be the mother of 50000000000 more ;-). Nice to read blogs which sometimes leads to thoughts such as, Oh somebody is living a life as crazy as mine or even, is crazier than me ๐Ÿ˜€ (Hammertime dance video is my favorite)

    best wishes for your blog. Now go and dance away the weekend.

  7. says: Ms Taggart

    Wow…. 500 is big! Really really big, and you write soooo well.. its really hard to maintain that quality for so many years!
    *reminds herself to go and check the post count*

    1. says: rads

      heh, are you kidding me!? Please read the archives from way back, you’ll know how raw and rusty I was. ๐Ÿ™‚

      Yes, do number coz wp’s numbering’s a bit weird. I did some painful counting, but at least now I have a record.

  8. says: Praveen

    Read it all over again. 500 is really really big!!!! And every post is worth reading more than once!
    I think even I can take the credit of reading every post of yours. Remember Feb 08? I remember April, Glad you didn’t quit ๐Ÿ˜€

    Wish you write more more and much more. More power to the super woman! ๐Ÿ™‚

  9. Wanted to pop in amidst everything and say Congrats ๐Ÿ™‚ It is an achievement whether you planned it or not! ๐Ÿ™‚ So, there.

    Love your writing and love the fables. Keep ’em coming, Rads. You know you can.

  10. says: rads

    Nandini: You are a good reader, making sense of all that I dish, so thank you! ๐Ÿ™‚

    Praveen: haha, yes, you know my post better than I do and for that I’ll always be grateful ๐Ÿ™‚

    Sree: I hope so too ๐Ÿ™‚

    Lakshmi: Please do your post count, you write so lucidly and frequently, am sure you have your own milestones. ๐Ÿ™‚

    Buddy: ๐Ÿ™‚

  11. says: Jyothy

    Congratulations RADS!!
    May you reach the 1000th milestone much sooner than you reached the 500th one ๐Ÿ™‚

    (that is selfish me speaking am looking for lot of your lovely posts frequently).

    Really love your stories!

  12. says: Ferris Bueller

    Does that stone say “die”?

    The picture’s there because your poem spoke of milestones and the photo is that of a milestone.

  13. says: PS

    Damn. Time flies, no rads?

    And I’m amazed by how you still find the time and inclination to write so much (and so well) despite being a supermom and all. Respect! ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. says: rads

      It did fly didn’t it? I still remember our conversation when I registered for this space ๐Ÿ™‚

      I know what you mean, I don’t think am real either….

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