I have a stats counter on my blog that records clicks and tells me where readers come in from. It could do a lot more, I am told if I were willing to pay but that is where they lost me. I take a good look at the data every now and then and feel really thrilled about two things - 1. the numbers have been steadily clocking up in the last two years that I have been blogging (people don't hate me, yay....such self-esteem) and 2. my dear readers (some author, I think it was Stephen King once said that readers can be nothing but dear to an writer and I am inclined to agree!) come in from such diverse parts of the globe. Ireland! Portugal! Unknown! This is great!
Seriously, I regularly puff up and attain mammoth proportions just looking at all these countries and places....of course most of these readers pass into nothingness the moment they are done reading. In my razor-sharp analytical style I have to think of explanations for this no-show and as happens whenever I push the old cranium a little hard, all sorts of ideas emanate. Of course I could go all angsty and traumatised on you for this no-show but that particular mood does not agree with the colour that I am wearing today.
Don't get me wrong, I am good with lurking and lurkers! But I also think that delurking can be fun.
So why do you lurk, dear reader? Let me count the reasons.
Is it because I have already said it all and you don't want to add nothing to the conversation?
Is it because being the intellectual giant that I am, I intimidate you with the sheer depth of my posts?
Is it because you are just waiting for the right moment when a particularly inspiring comment will strike you?
Is it because I write such shit, you don't even know why I have a blog, let alone let the world know you visit it...a little like watching Bigg Boss?
Is it because you are having trouble keeping up with the four thousand blogs that rest in your Google Reader so I should just shut up about comments already? Is it because you are an ex-boyfriend and are still pissed off? (In which case, continue lurking. Please).
Is it because you don't know how? (Oh come on!!)
Is it because you are here for the very first time today, landed here via Google's warped results and have no idea what the hell I am talking about...in which case, hi there, welcome to my world.
Whatever be your reason, I officially declare this the Delurk Divus at Parul's. If your reason is not in the list above, don't you think that's reason enough to show yourself? (Err, Divus = 'Day' in Hindi). Come on, it doesn't need to be much - just a nick if you don't want to tell your real name, where you come by from and a little bit about whatever you'd like to share - family, work, pets, peeves, wishes, dreams whatever. Oh and if you do blog, please share the link.
Furtive is not fun, shy not sexy. Woo, that sounded like a haiku. I don't know much about haikus. Can you tell?
There is only one way to shut me up and that is by showing yourself. It really is not so bad, you know. If you know me from real life, this may be a good way to keep in touch and if you are just the shy, retiring types and don't know me from Eve, well, say hello, tell me a word or thousand about yourself and we will take it from there.
DELURK DIVUS! SHIT, THIS IS GOOD!
P.S. I made M read this and he said it won't make any difference to anyone. For once, can we gang up against him and prove him wrong? Gracias!