Hmm.. I'm not sure how long this is going to survive. Since this blog is the result of a split second decision of a distracted moment it might just end up being wound up today itself. Might even take a week though given how lethargic I can be.
Why have I started in the first place? Well.. I always thought I didn't have enough to say to the world to have a blog of my own. Then somebody mentioned how therapeutic it can be (or did they?)- the offload that is. I still have my doubts, which explains the cynical start but giving it a try anyway. How bad could it be? In fact, the pressure of maintaining it will hopefully make me write more even if its just random gibberish and with a little time and practice I may even graduate to churning out the occasional shit pot read.
That makes me wonder-how many people obsess over their blackberries on the shit pot the way I do? Quite a few I would think. Its the only really peaceful moment of the day, for the healthy at least as opposed to the Taco Bell enthusiast. I rarely call it the shit pot though. My favorite name for it is 'the daily throne, to each his own' (admittedly plagiarized from Praveen Jagwani who once upon a time, long long ago used to write in one of the financial papers. ) Its only after Rockstar Studmuffin came into my life that I started using it more frequently despite my distinct dislike for it. Somehow it disrespects the sanctity of the activity. I mean how can you coin a four letter word for something so crucial to the survival of an entire race?! Its utterly sacrilegious if you ask me! But then again, nobody ever asks me. I guess there are few who have the constitution of a troll and the mind of a pig.
Chew that till I'm back.
WOTR
5 comments:
I'm here for the funeral...since the week is up ..........and you aren't !.
As the literary equivalent of sweeping up the remnants of what sounded promising ...I'm here to remind you that Defecate is not a 4 letter word.
I am writing to you because my mother asked me to !....long story.
As for me, I'd be happy if I had the mind of a troll and the constitution of a pig....( they have 30 minute orgasms or so a spam-mail ( yes i even read those ) on my blackberry tells me!)
Your mother sounds like an interesting person and from what an old joke reminds me I am tempted to ask if you're Bengali. Are you? Is she? I like long stories.
And if I may add my two bit here, there's got to be a four letter alternative to defecate don't you think?
Not a single Bengali gene in me, by mile....that rules out Mom's gene's too. Unless you've read Crichton's NEXT and have founded Nirvana in the human genome.
The story is still too long....and I suffer enough hours in front of a PC to do any more when I need to switch off.
Some on the other hand, have installed laptops next to their 'Thrones'.....
And while I cant think of a 4 letter word for it, I have a 3 letter one....which seems to work well.
So are you Bangali ?
Hehe. No. I have elven eyes. I could never be Bengali. But you sound vaguely familiar and its pissing the hell out of me. So speak up Wormtail or my throne shall soon be a make shift hydraulic-guillotine for your lovely crown!
If you can find it within yourself to flush down a toilet, someone who is vaguely familiar, God forbid what you might do to an acquaintance :) .....my sympathy for the studded muffin who shares your life.
The colloquial import of 11 eyes is sadly lost on me, habituated as I am to the pedestrian two I was born with.
When do you plan to write something interesting in your blog ? ...its as if you are not giving a free rein to your spirit just yet !....some societal pressure ....or simply some moral baggage is weighing you down...or so it seems to my wormtail sensibilities.
my e-mail is styleguru35@gmail.com
Warn me in case you plan to write more.
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