My New Avatar.

When I entered this country, Kuwait, I never thought, I will be missing my world made up of my friends, neighbourhood,kins,kids,sea,sky,hills,roads,street corners,and the total scenery,considered mine,totally my world.I was thrown into a spacious ,centrally air conditioned flat,with continuous non stop power,never failing,six or eight lane roads, huge malls,roads filled with cars and only cars,nothing but cars,of all varieties,from porche to lambhordinis,all moving without honking,so smoothly,at 120to 150 km/hr speed,a desert country is the description,but you find greenery every where, dotted with beautiful coloured seasonal flowers in all hues,then what is that bothering me?? ,that I still miss my city which is totally opposite of all that is written above.


After initial blues and storms raising over, my present status, of staying at home wife, literally being true, not able to zoom in and out, in my own car/transport,some technical difficulties over driving licence,I was about to turn home into hell!!!!,then I was given a laptop, an email id and a facebook introduction...


Lo!!! My new Avatar is born at that moment. I am thrown into a continuous flow of words in gmail inbox and sent mails, establishing contact with long lost friends, relatives, friends's friends.. and the list goes on.Once on facebook, a whole new world has opened. My highschool friends, classmates, old neighbours,children's friends, friends's children, the list is endless.


From this activity, I matured in to a blog writer, and that too with both hands in my mother tongue Telugu and in English,and now I hardly find time to eat my meal, ofcourse, I stopped cooking to pursue these literal activities,and now,I run for every five minutes to check my mail status, and this is a certain quality of eccentricity is my husband's cautious remark, but does not declare it openly, for the fear of my running into my favourite monologue of How I miss my city... further... on..


When Friday,comes, my week end freedom to outside world starts, and I used to wait eagerly for the break from my air conditioned house four walls.Not any more, Oh! what will my facebook friends feel,if I do not show up for a day, or what will my followers of my blog feel!!! if I do not blog for 24 hours, don't they think her pen is empty now of ideas, writers block has caught her up,how will I know, what my friends are doing without me in my place,which movies have bombed or clicked on friday release, on net -reviews, what has Amitab has twittered, who is following dear Amir on twitter, what controversy Ramgopal has started, who is accompanying whom to that release function/party, Oh.. the net world will stop breathing and wait with bated breadth for my valuable updates and contributions. 


I belong to this world of bytes now, my new Avatar, my virtual world of real friendships, updates, status messages, I found and made a beautiful friend on this facebook, and is about to establish a friendship with one mistaken identity, who, by mistake received my email, and now we started corresponding.. did you think ' hey,girl, with who are you talking to ,since one hour on phone,Oh, a wrong call mummy' is a joke... not any more, it turns out to be true.


Now ,it is saturday, a week end off to my dear husband, which we spend usually in another mall outing, but today, I saw him off graciously to office ,with an early break fast, advising him to help his haggard manager in arranging the new office set up, nothing much to do, is his weak protest, while I am saying sweet good bye at the door,now I am free to enter my new world,with my transported Avatar...


Welcome, dear child.. into This Brave New world... is  the calling... I hear...