The day he joined T.I.M.E, he's sure that he's gonna have a horrible TIME. But it's too late. As soon as he's offered a discount, he grabbed it up like a wily fox, but that bound him and his TIME with T.I.M.E and in a mysterious place called ahmedabad where people speak a mysterious language called gujarati. All he could do to communicate was to use the "universal language" of signs and "utter occasional sylabbles which only he understands to be hindi". Before he think of thinking about any thing, in front of him were 30 vocab questions that had to be answered in 20 minutes. He started scribbling on the paper and to his astonishment he found so many words being those he used IN HIS BLOG.
He was ..... was..... was....
He forgot words to describe his happiness. His heart forgot to beat for a moment. He stared with a blank eye, that shined in the luminicence of the tubelight as the professor went on with his wont of explaining the origin and meanings of the words. But he's already found the root's of his answers. He's found some answer to the eternal question. He thanked T.I.M.E for helping him find some answer to his "nauscetic" question if not helping him find some way to get into IIM's.
Finally he got an answer....But is that all....He thinks so....As of now he thinks that's all....But soon he's gonna realise what he had found out was not more than just a speck among a ocean of anwers.... But when is that soon going to be???
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Why is he blogging? (part-3)
He had a very wild celebration the last night and the day being a saturday added to his reasons to celebrate. He returned home very late and had a disturbed sleep that night. The disco lights still flashed on his eyes prodding them. The girl in blue made him keep on dreaming about her (but she would never look back at him). He knew it, but he still dreamt with hope. Hope is all he's breathing to live.
Finally he woke up facing the reality of the world and despite a plethora of sick dreams he again looked more than happy. This time he's got the right reasons behind him. To his astonishment his blog invited a comment. He recieved the comment like a kid recieving a candy. With so much excitement he read the comment. His eyes spoke out the happiness he hid within his heart. He thought of announcing it all over saying that he's got a comment to his blog. But then he realised that it would add up to his insanity as one of his neighbor had already made into the list of top 5 bloggers. He counted the bloggers he knew till his fingers no more held the count. His happiness slowly dissolved into the depression of being one "insignificant blogger" among a myriad bloggers. He decided to remain silent. And the silence led him back to his fears. Amidst the darkest of these silences reemerged the iterative sickening question.
"Why is he blogging?"
He's sure he didn't find the answer he was googling for! Or Did he???
He doesn't think he did!! :(
Aaah! Am really scared? Where is this gonna end...
BUT, IS HE SCARED ???
Finally he woke up facing the reality of the world and despite a plethora of sick dreams he again looked more than happy. This time he's got the right reasons behind him. To his astonishment his blog invited a comment. He recieved the comment like a kid recieving a candy. With so much excitement he read the comment. His eyes spoke out the happiness he hid within his heart. He thought of announcing it all over saying that he's got a comment to his blog. But then he realised that it would add up to his insanity as one of his neighbor had already made into the list of top 5 bloggers. He counted the bloggers he knew till his fingers no more held the count. His happiness slowly dissolved into the depression of being one "insignificant blogger" among a myriad bloggers. He decided to remain silent. And the silence led him back to his fears. Amidst the darkest of these silences reemerged the iterative sickening question.
"Why is he blogging?"
He's sure he didn't find the answer he was googling for! Or Did he???
He doesn't think he did!! :(
Aaah! Am really scared? Where is this gonna end...
BUT, IS HE SCARED ???
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Why is he blogging? (part -2)
After repeatedly reading his first part on why he's blogging, he was more than confused. He was sitting in front of the mirror trying to read his other side and resolve the confusion. Still he could not comprehend his stance about the bloggers. Whether it was love or hatred, appreciation or denounciation, something or nothing. He thought deeper and deeper till his hair started to turn grey portraying him as a "great thinker". That added to his woes of being unable to woo even a single good looking girl.
As soon as the thought of being unable to woo a girl arised in his mind, the world to him stopped for a moment.
"WAIT!", he said to himself
His face was happier than ever
His eyes were brighter than ever
His nose was sharper than ever
His ears were wider that ever
(I am aware of the fact that there were indeed some "worstest" comparisions....but they are in the right place)
The "confusing(or rather confusion) charm" that's usually associated with him seems to have desserted him.
Is it that he's creating a new trouble(wooing a girl) as a solution to his existing problems(Why is he blogging?) or is he agglomerating his woes ???
More than happier, he started celebrating
Is he celebrating for the right reasons???
You have to wait for the answers :)
As soon as the thought of being unable to woo a girl arised in his mind, the world to him stopped for a moment.
"WAIT!", he said to himself
His face was happier than ever
His eyes were brighter than ever
His nose was sharper than ever
His ears were wider that ever
(I am aware of the fact that there were indeed some "worstest" comparisions....but they are in the right place)
The "confusing(or rather confusion) charm" that's usually associated with him seems to have desserted him.
Is it that he's creating a new trouble(wooing a girl) as a solution to his existing problems(Why is he blogging?) or is he agglomerating his woes ???
More than happier, he started celebrating
Is he celebrating for the right reasons???
You have to wait for the answers :)
Friday, January 20, 2006
Why is he blogging? (part -1)
He stared and stared and stared.... read and read and read.... blog after a blog after a blog... post after a post after a post
till his charming little eyes cud barely comprehend the difference between a d and a b, till his lousy self barely managed to sit on the chair, till his little, good for something (donno what dat something is) brain cud no more allow in a thought of those f***king bloggers.
He praised all the with great bloggers from his heart or that's what his compliment's to all above-average bloggers
He cursed himself for his inability to use even a single "good" english word despite of having repeatedly read some 2000+ english words. He loathed his ability to use english in all ways "except the way" it has to be used. He detests his roomie for using an oxford dictionary and coming up with new words which he could no more stuff up in his virus-stricken memory. He despises his "self-dabba" attitude which he could never get along with how hard he try (he never tried, thatz a different matter)
The day he writes a blog he wud be sitting on cloud9, and 9 days down the line he looks back at the same block with a deep long stare and says "what did i write?"
And then with a gloomy, grief-stricken face he shuts down his pc, slams back his chair, reaches his bed in 3 heavy steps and wallows under his warm blanket.
And the next moment all the hatred and all the blogs and bloggers are gone... where? he doesn't know... HE feels they are all gone...that's all he wanted and he gives a dams to how and where they've gone... every night he sleeps with the same feeling, and dwells into his most diversified dreams (ranging from a date with angelina jolie to reading those sickening blogs) only to wake up the next day and upon the press of the big-fat button on his laptop, he opens his blog anxiously for a comment just to realise that he had to utter his very own quote yet again... "Why am i blogging?"
ps : If it isn't clear why he is blogging, You have understood the post just the way it is meant to be... come on man, u can't expect the whole plot to be unvieled in the first scene... do you?
till his charming little eyes cud barely comprehend the difference between a d and a b, till his lousy self barely managed to sit on the chair, till his little, good for something (donno what dat something is) brain cud no more allow in a thought of those f***king bloggers.
He praised all the with great bloggers from his heart or that's what his compliment's to all above-average bloggers
He cursed himself for his inability to use even a single "good" english word despite of having repeatedly read some 2000+ english words. He loathed his ability to use english in all ways "except the way" it has to be used. He detests his roomie for using an oxford dictionary and coming up with new words which he could no more stuff up in his virus-stricken memory. He despises his "self-dabba" attitude which he could never get along with how hard he try (he never tried, thatz a different matter)
The day he writes a blog he wud be sitting on cloud9, and 9 days down the line he looks back at the same block with a deep long stare and says "what did i write?"
And then with a gloomy, grief-stricken face he shuts down his pc, slams back his chair, reaches his bed in 3 heavy steps and wallows under his warm blanket.
And the next moment all the hatred and all the blogs and bloggers are gone... where? he doesn't know... HE feels they are all gone...that's all he wanted and he gives a dams to how and where they've gone... every night he sleeps with the same feeling, and dwells into his most diversified dreams (ranging from a date with angelina jolie to reading those sickening blogs) only to wake up the next day and upon the press of the big-fat button on his laptop, he opens his blog anxiously for a comment just to realise that he had to utter his very own quote yet again... "Why am i blogging?"
ps : If it isn't clear why he is blogging, You have understood the post just the way it is meant to be... come on man, u can't expect the whole plot to be unvieled in the first scene... do you?
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