Milk Of Human Kindness

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Sid Balachandran hardly needs an introduction. Chances are, if you are in the market for quality reading and edge-of-the-seat fiction, you’ve come across Sid’s blog I Wrote Those. That he is a core member of the very popular Project 365 team is just the proverbial cherry on top.

A few days back Sid asked me to write a guest post for him- his 101th. It would become a part of the Project365’s daily posts written in response to the prompt of the day. As if that wasn’t enough, he asked me to Tell us something most people don’t know about you.

I’ll be honest with you. My first reaction was one of stumped silence. What people don’t know about me? Oh man! That would be the size of a house!

The second reaction was, ‘Why should I tell people things they don’t know about me? If I wanted them to know, I’d have told them already, wouldn’t I? Don’t be so daft!’

But Sid has zero affinity for a NO. He insisted on being daft. He would have that post. Let me tell you, in the strictest confidence, that the man does not fight shy of emotional blackmail to achieve his nefarious ends. I hope you are shocked and outraged. Yes. He gave me to understand that if I didn’t write the 101th post it would never get written. He’d go straight to 102 leaving a great whacking hole in his blog for the whole world to mock at. What could I do? I had to write.

Then he asked me, ‘Do people really know about each other?’

That was the hook. As the cliche goes- You may know my name but you don’t know my story.

Nothing opens your heart to the world than to bear witness to the story of a fellow human- no matter how different from yours, no matter how small, no matter how ordinary. Their story gives you the permission to be different, to be ordinary in your extra-ordinariness. It reminds you that you aren’t alone.

The deal clincher was, “How did you feel growing up as an only child? Was it as bad as most people make it out to be?”

Bad! Oh NO!

The credit for this post goes entirely to Sid. It is a testimony to his persistence; it is a proof of his tenacity. He knows what he wants and leaves no stone unturned until he gets it. Combined with his talents and his passion for excellence, it makes him into a formidable force.

Here’s a taste of what you will read on his blog (to which you must subscribe if you appreciate quality reading):

 I’m an only child.

It might be a fairly common thing now, but in the time I was born, it was as inconspicuous as a vibrantly colorful bird of paradise in a colony of sedate penguins. Striking, if you know what I mean.

Actually when I think of it, nothing about my life conformed to the rest of the beige fabric.

Only child? –Horror!

Only child in a Nuclear Family? –Double Horror!

Only child of a working mother in a Nuclear Family? –Horrors on top of horror!

Only child of a working mother like my mom? –Speechless! And Scandalous!

Read the rest of the post on Sid’s blogHERE

Picture Mine... as in REALLY mine. :)

Picture Mine… as in REALLY mine… all of three years old. 🙂

27 thoughts on “Milk Of Human Kindness

  1. Leo

    Same comment as from there:

    Well, ditto to the only child part. But I’ve never been asked that “milk of kindness” question, because ours was a joint family, and I grew up with my cousin, and she’s as good as a sibling to me. 🙂

    But yeah, did wish for an own sister when I was quite little. Not been bored, have mostly kept to myself, and I’ve kind of preferred it that way too.

    PS: Little Dagny is CUTE 😉 😀

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    1. Dagny Post author

      Thank you so much Vinay. I am sure your childhood pics show you to be as cute. 🙂 Little children are uniformly cute and cuddly…

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    1. Dagny Post author

      Beloo… you comment delights me on more ways than one. I wish I was 30… but with a 22 yr old daughter I’m afraid I will never see 45 again. 😀

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  2. themoonstone

    Lovely to read about you Dagny 🙂 Even I was the child of a working mother and have had hours and hours on my hand..and completely agree that I would have never traded it with anything else The hours I spent by myself are something I treasure.. but I was naughty and did do many things on the sly 🙂

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    1. Dagny Post author

      Thank you very much! Those years we immensely rewarding to me also. So glad you would connect. 😀

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  3. Nidhi Basu

    Hi Dagny it was precious feelings that you shared with your readers and I totally respect and appreciate you for that. Doesn’t come all that easy but yes it does help readers connect better with the author!

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    1. Dagny Post author

      Oh Sid is big time into emotional atyachaar. Beware!

      I’ll look in at your blog too surely. Thanks Vishal! 🙂

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  4. Vidya

    Dagny,
    I loved reading your post….and all the discussion that followed.
    As you say, at the end of the day, life is fair, isn’t it? The platter laid out for each one of us is different, but what matters is what we make of our platter.
    I have always believed that the key to our happiness in adult life lies in our childhood. The beautiful world we tuck into the abyss of our minds in the solitude of our childhood, transforms into our inspiration and our infinite potential for happiness later. If we have tucked in such a beautiful world within, where is the scope for boredom? In fact, time just doesn’t seem to be enough.
    Oh, and I loved the little Dagny here 🙂

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    1. Dagny Post author

      Vidya,

      You have just completed the post! Our adult life is certainly a mirror of the inner world we create in our childhood. The limitations and freedoms, the rights and wrongs, the restrictions and permission that we internalize play themselves out in adult life.

      Thank you for reading this. I really wanted you to. You liked the pic..? Yeah, she looks cute, if a tad clueless. 😀

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  5. arpita mudit

    My life revolves around being a child, always. At 34, I successfully wish to be not more than 15. I am an only child (working mom and dad) as well, and I relate to the post. And I find myself as my best friend as well. Cheers Dagny!! Cheers to a fulfilling life we had. What say 🙂

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    1. Dagny Post author

      Here’s to the many hours of solitary splendor we have been lucky enough to give to ourselves Arpita! Cheers girl! 😀

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  6. Rekha

    Brilliant quote that was. And Sid’s persistence…welcome Dagny! He knows every single trick to get what he wants. One amazing personality our Sid is! Off to read the Milk of human kindness at Sid’s place. 🙂

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  7. (earmarked fakir) (@satish_bhaskar)

    Every life is a story. I also was a single child, if one can say and brought up without a father. My elder brother and sister were just not there and went to the USA long back. So I can, in my way, feel some empathy.

    I like the image at the end. Would love to copy the right hand half of it, to use somewhere or someplace at sometime. Thanks a great deal for this, was a pleasure to go through; early morning time now, and am sure it will make this day, the rest of it, much better.

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