The sometimes wacky, mostly wordy, frequently pictorial, blogdom of Mark Devereux


What on earth motivates people to suddenly throw off the shackles of their sedentary literary lives and leap into the sphere of blogdom? I haven’t the foggiest idea and I suppose “each to his/her own” is probably the only explanation that can be relied upon. But, here I am…on the threshold of staring at an empty page day after day (or perhaps week after week, if I’m lazy) to describe goings-on that interest me, provide a peek into my occasionally interesting existence, perhaps rail against some injustice or the other… Quite baffling why one would bother!

Really,  though, for me, it springs from the realization that my memory of things past (even those only 5 or 6 years ago) seem to have already  faded to mere impressions. Of course, I insist on taking multitudes of photographs (for similar reasons of capturing the moment) but they don’t really provide all the context of the written word.

The second part of the motivation to indulge in what, I suppose, could be called narcissism gone mad, comes from reading my Grandfather’s memoirs (which I’ve been publishing as a “retro-blog” here). They’re really a fascinating read but he wrote them well after the events he was contemplating. The man had an incredible sense of  recall but I can’t help but wonder whether the subtleties and depth from many of the entries has been lost over the mists of time.

Well..I’ve resolved, that’s not happening to me! I’m going to plop down the entire variety of the mundane and the ridiculous as and when they happen, content in the thought that I will not be spending hours wracking my brain at the ripe old age of 97 wondering just which variety of baguette was sticking out of the tiny Renault while belting down French country lanes 50 years earlier. Oh no….won’t be doing that!

In the end, the motivation seems to be strictly selfish, with a hint of the publicity hound thrown in. Ahh well…you’ve now had the disclaimer – so read at your own risk! Hopefully, it might even be fun…




4 responses

  1. Dear Mark, I am emailing from the Architectural Association Archives, London, having just come across your blog, in relation to some research we are doing into a student who studied here from 1948-50, by the name of Miss A. Hydari. We are planning a celebration of 100 years of women students at the AA and are trying to establish whether she was related to Sir Akbar Hydari – and we wondered whether you might have any further information or clues… Apologies for this rather bizarre request, out of the blue!
    All kind regards, Edward Bottoms, Architectural Association Archivist, 34-36 Bedford Sq., London, WC1B 3ES

    April 30, 2014 at 7:55 am

  2. Apologies, the student’s name was Miss M Hydari, not A. Hydari…

    April 30, 2014 at 8:00 am

  3. Hi.I went to Higgins and was good friends with Sanober. Do you remember me?

    April 7, 2016 at 10:38 am

    • Oh my goodness…let me stretch waaaay back in time. Full name: Monimala? Thanks for connecting! What do I remember..hmm…I do remember Munna Patodia had a crush on you in Class 5 or 6.

      In a fit of needing to reconnect, I tracked Sanober (now goes by Sanoo) about 5 or 6 years ago. Much to my chagrin, she had no idea who I was (there went the ego). We actually met up in Delhi in 2010 when my wife and I were visiting. Are you still in touch with her (she’s in LA and on my Facebook)?

      Looks like you’re in the US? Will look forward to perusing your blog…

      April 7, 2016 at 6:40 pm

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