The phenomenal development of this blog is unprecedented. In so short a time it has overtaken my other blogs in terms of Alexa rank and Technorati. In less than two months without even a dozen posts, the Alexa rank is 878,269 while the Technorati rank is 40715, as of this post.
Alexa is a quick and easy way to estimate how popular your site is compared to other sites. It show that how popular your website or blog is in term of Traffic. Ratings start from 1 to 20,000,000 and even beyond. The lower the number, the better your Alexa rating is.
Technorati, on the other hand, is a directory and ranking-tool for blogs. Ranking on Technorati is advantageous to blog in terms of big boost in traffic and general credibility. Technorati Rank is a site’s rank among the Technorati Authority of all sites. 1 is the highest rank. Technorati also provides a ranking of sites by authority, overall and within categories. Authority is on a scale of 0-1000. In this ranking system, the higher the number, the better.
While there have been expressed reservations and criticisms on their accuracy, some continue to believe that the ranking inevitably influences the marketability of the blog, provides inspiration to bloggers, and ( for the entrepreneur minded) attracts the advertisers.Likewise, the blog has gained 714 hits and hundreds of visitors from various countries, as this post is being drafted. Once published, the number will certainly increase.
Personally, I cannot help but feel awed by this development and attribute this to the power of love. I have tried creating and maintaining blogs on various niche – politics, spirituality, development, activism, social action, voluntarism inherent in my conviction and position. But some could not reach the less than a million rank. While it is true that my other blogs succeeded to reach better rank than the Endearing Realities do, they took longer period with constant posts to sustain respective ranks. However, when I aimlessly venture on love story, I seem to find meaning in what I do, being entangled again in the power of love.
This blog is a tribute to a woman for successfully touching a soft spot in my being whose impact until now I cannot fully explain. Of all the women I met in my life, yea I have related with, there is only one worth comparing i.e. my beloved wife. I am not saying that the other women I have loved were less significant. I have valued them and treasured our relationship. But the extent of inspiration and challenge, as well as the gentle, albeit imposing or should I say domineering approach of the aforementioned duo makes the distinction. Coupled with their trustworthiness and simplicity of lifestyle that seems to take offense on lavish ways and even praises. I have attempted to find some explanations and elaborate one in my previous blog. But they are still inadequate.
Beyond imagination, without even robbing the love and attention I have for my wife, this woman has inspired me to create this blog. Her ambivalent reactions to my appreciation and admiration have sustained my posts. How long? I don’t know. Just as I can never tell whether I will ever sustain this blog’s phenomenal growth.
Looking back, I treated her just like any other member of our class. Although from the start she already exudes some kind of wits, charms, kindness, gentleness, sweetness and other qualities I admire. It was when I asked her help to facilitate my paper in her hometown that we started our constant communication. Most often, exchanging jokes and wits. We seemed to enjoy the new found friendship. Until due to unguarded recklessness, typically of me (at times), I offended her with my annoying innuendos and bothersome allusions and illusions. Still, she handled that rage with civility and grace which, surprisingly, intensified the pain I felt in the process of resolution and reconciliation.
Thereafter, I become overcautious not to renege on my promise never to hurt her again that way. Although, at times, my naughtiness attempts to test the water because despite the corresponding alienation, I seem to miss those moments when she freely expressed what was inside her. My previous posts and the upcoming ones, with periodic interlude of excerpts culled from my father’s diary, will determine the extent and sustainability of the phenomenal growth of this blog. And, perhaps, to a certain degree, how far our relationship will go based on her only demand – a clean and wholesome one. Expect more posts as I find myself being entangled, again, in the power of love.