Being anonymous....

I suddenly got it into my head that I wanted to be anonymous, and that this blog was not achieving it. With this idea in mind, I created another blog...... being anonymous certainly gives you a sense of power. No, I don't mean the anonymity you use to hurl comments from behind a bush or criticise with the purpose of condemning, I mean the power of being anyone you want. Ofcourse you will point out ...why do you want to be someone else. Good question! I don't have an answer other than that, at some point in your life everyone I guess would have wanted to be in someone else's shoes.
Well the idea of anonymity was a great hit with me yesterday, and today morning when I thought I would resume what I had started.......I realised I had forgotten the name of the blog or the exact title rather, the username and the password and everything which I keyed in returned with "incorrect password". :)

This was written and saved as draft about a week back. So the madness of being anonymous and otherwise have long since been replaced by other things , better or worse and new. I visited Tombstone - a town right out of a western movie, Bisbee - a mining town complete with a copper mine tour. I went on a trip to the Arizona Sonora Desert Museum ...... and got some great pictures. (It seems I am becoming quite the photographer.) I also wandered in on a Spanish Harlem Orchestra and kept wishing I had had taken a partner who was great at dancing salsa, bcoz thats what happened - the entire audience was up, the guy twirling the girl , throwing her away like a doll and pulling her back close again. :) Sounds romantic, yes ... but it also looked like a whole lot of fun.
What else did I do ...I went on an outing with Luann , drove along the border of USA and Mexico, attended two cases - yup legal cases and lunched at a place called Tubac, a quaint little artists town. I think I have nearly covered the whole of Arizona.
I also started on a new book, The KiteRunner, - it has bagged a few laurels including the San Francisco best book of the year.
I also messed up my mid term exams pretty badly, am almost on the verge of buying tickets back home. There have been quite a few nights when I have gone to sleep with a smile on my lips thinking of all that I would do once I am home. :)

Finally , I found a temple. Savitha drove us to a place in no man's land between Tucson and Phoenix . Its a Ganapathi temple ....the idols are housed in what looks from outside, just like a house. But once inside, the golden idols and the rituals .....quite made me lose myself. I have probably never belived more in the healing powers of prayer than now....and I guess I needed it. Lord Ganesha quite transported me back to a rockfort temple set on top of a hill , on the slopes of which I can recall numerous conversations in numerous moods .........:) from boyfriend troubles, to bad grades to going back home to is it worth it :). And I cannot help but smile.
I wonder sometimes which of my posts don't hold a trace of REC. I should probably get out of this living in the past mode. But as long as it still makes me smile, who cares!!