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?
3 comments:
everyone have their own preferences and the wayz of bloggin,*writing* differs..
and gr8 bloggers!!! i seriously dbt if it is defined??If i like comedy i do say sidin or oka is gr8 and the one with political view say, yeah, Gaurav Sabnis- thegreatest.and if i say i like blogging i say Punni is one of them :D
no need to get into the so called good english. Ur style of writing is gud bey!!!mind u i have read ur Crown OF Truth :P
write for u and it will definitely be gr8.even *sidin* made an unsuccessful attempt when he tried to go a little away from his usual trend.
and one thing, no plots will be entertained if they are unvieled even before the beginnin of the play :P
abey mohan... i don't have as much time as *sidin* or some1 else had to become the greatest blogger bey.. within (at max) 2 or 3 months you are going to create ur own blog and after that i can't accend to that top spot... so all those cryings (anduke aa edupu) :P
hey, great begining, veyr creative, i really liked the way in which you opened the agrument.
gr8 going, dont leave it here, we all see a future sidin here ;)
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