Love ke liye saala

kuchh bhi karega. Lekin kya karega, aur kyun?

It is a bit difficult, albeit confusing to see what exactly or how exactly the desperation of a lovelorn person manifests itself. Like the Frenchman says in the Matrix Reloaded, very soon the why, the reason is obscured and what remains is just the insane desire to do something, anything to prove that you really love the person. This puts one in a very quirky position, and can make you do things that you would normally not do. Like? D on the other day actually drove 20 km on a cycle to fetch some book from a bookstore because the buses were on strike and his girlfriend needed the book.

I know what you're thinking if you are a girl reading this: "How sweet". I'll disagree, the reason being that the book could wait for at least a week, there wasn't a hurry. I was watching the Pink Panther yesterday and besides the old 1960-s aura and cinematography to everything, there was an interesting conversation that struck me. The Count, while in bed with Jaques Clouseeau's wife, asks her about her husband. She says that he is faithful, obedient, caring, etc.

The reply is, "You might have married a Labrador Dog or the Boy Scouts".

The woman tries to defend her husband and says, "But he never hates me".

Pat comes the answer, "Well, that eliminates the Boy Scouts!"

That --- that exactly is something I wish some guys understood. You have as much to give as to take. Or else you will remain in the shadow of someone forever, you'll never be able to speak up. Once that understanding is achieved, you can go to extremes!

The whole idea

The whole idea of blogging appears a bit weird to me. I mean, why on earth should someone else be interested in knowing what I think, what I did today, etc? Unless of course someone has very similar feelings and you connect with that person and all that --- it doesn't make so much sense.

I wrote earlier that I'll start commenting on others' blogs. Well, lets just say that I feel a little less motivated to do that right now. Even feel a bit lazy as I post this stuff. Whats the use? What is the whole idea? Why should I go to such lengths to see your comment on my blog? Why should I even care if you agree with me or not?

Well, the idea doesn't have too much to itself. Except maybe the whole social structure and support and social (or virtually social) life, etc.

Yeah, I know that this post sucks --- am really bored and have nothing better to do: so I'm posting this. Cheers, fellas... go read something else!

Taking the plunge

A long long time... and I haven't blogged. So many friends have a blog: and they urge me to blog as well. I may be a good writer. But I don't see the purpose, really. They say that they write to unwind. Well, maybe... but I honestly doubt how many would keep blogging if no-one ever commented on their blogs. Ha ha ha... yeah I know I have said it. Whenever you read this, sucker, know for sure: anyone will stop blogging if no-one ever comments. See, no-one commented here till now, and I have told no-one. That makes it a little less motivation to blog, doesn't it?

To answer that... I'll go the old-fashioned way. I'll start commenting on dozens of blogs, especially when I have a couple of good posts on board. And then some will come to comment back, especially the ones who are new to the blogging world. These are the real suckers! They want to be recognised, and they will come hogging all limelight. They delightfully install all possible contraptions, all the flashiest IP address and referrer trackers and all everything --- anything to attract traffic. They'll imitate anyone's writing style, make the most pathetic jokes, leave the "Hi I was here" comments on every blog anyone ever created to get a comment on theirs. Ha, I'll suck it up to you, my dears. I'll visit all your blogs, comment on all posts, and tell you all how good you write. It will be honest though. I'd prefer brutal honesty, not the typical 'nice post' shit! But I bet you will be here, reading this. Because my comments will have some weight, something interesting that will get you here. You will find the scent of nectar and will come scooting all the way to me like a bee.

When will I stop doing this? I don't know. I am not a proper blogger yet. Hell this is just my second post. Who am I bull-shitting? I am an avid reader of so many blogs. I rarely comment. But I love reading them. I honestly do. But when I will get noticed, I honestly don't know. I will --- donch'a worry. I'll be there, honey! Anonymous as the bee, but the sting shall still remain. Lets see what the future holds!

The beginning

I rise... neither from ashes nor from fire, neither as a demon nor as an angel. No, you're wrong. I rise because I begin to exist from this moment. I rise because I choose to. Right now, right here: I am the perfect being, the epitome of existence. I rise as the seed of mustard: more powerful and infinitely more vast than the kingdom of heaven. I am the supreme being. I create my own identity in this world of a million faces. You will not know me, and yet I will be present. Every time you see light I will be there in the shadow. A nameless faceless person to you, maybe: but someone who will hold the chains to your life: your joys and sorrows and happiness and pain. Nobody will know my face, my name or my sight: yet I shall dwell in this world as an untamed thundercloud. A lot is to come; a lot has to come and happen --- because I command them to. Wait and watch, O brethren... for this is just the beginning