People ask me why I don't post regularly. Why I have become so unpredictable and why my posts lack spirit, heart and motivation.
That's because of two things:
1. Because I've forgotten how to write.
2. No one asks me the afore mentioned questions.
I've been doing this for 2 years, and I still say, as easy and wonderful writing is, its equally difficult and painful, especially when you have a long list of followers who might just decide to one day, read what you've written, and in the hope for some occasional smidgen appreciation, I keep at this blogging business.
All lies. I don't give a flying 'fudge' about what people think. Because, a. I don't have a long list of followers. b. I don't have an eventful life.
Actually I do. But I'm extremely lazy, and I have much to say, but I don't like contributing to the low IQ creative pool of the blogging community.
All lies. Okay, here's something interesting.
The fire alarm drill at work. Which isn't a drill at all. Every third day, the usual functioning of the office is interrupted by a loud siren which can basically burst your nerves and make you want to throttle the people in your cubicle. But, we here, don't do that. The moment the siren goes off, we first check who all jumped at the sudden noise, then we take a pen and stick it inside our ears. Then we yawn because it is time to put on the 'I'm so cool, this don't scare me, we're fire-resistant' expression (cos that's how Indians roll yo). Oh, what's more. We never hear an announcement which says, "This was a fire alarm drill. Don't worry, please get back to killing yourself with work."
What if a fire really breaks out and we're still stuck in our seats being cool? When do we get the cue to scream like little girls and run for the exit together (that's how Indians roll yo) and all basically get toasted together (any which way.)
I don't think anyone has ever given this a thought. I have, I mean, sure I have. But, I'm not motivated enough to bring it up. Hey, I won't move a muslce till I see a REEEA AAAlLLL fire break out. Cos that's how Indians roll yo.
That's because of two things:
1. Because I've forgotten how to write.
2. No one asks me the afore mentioned questions.
I've been doing this for 2 years, and I still say, as easy and wonderful writing is, its equally difficult and painful, especially when you have a long list of followers who might just decide to one day, read what you've written, and in the hope for some occasional smidgen appreciation, I keep at this blogging business.
All lies. I don't give a flying 'fudge' about what people think. Because, a. I don't have a long list of followers. b. I don't have an eventful life.
Actually I do. But I'm extremely lazy, and I have much to say, but I don't like contributing to the low IQ creative pool of the blogging community.
All lies. Okay, here's something interesting.
The fire alarm drill at work. Which isn't a drill at all. Every third day, the usual functioning of the office is interrupted by a loud siren which can basically burst your nerves and make you want to throttle the people in your cubicle. But, we here, don't do that. The moment the siren goes off, we first check who all jumped at the sudden noise, then we take a pen and stick it inside our ears. Then we yawn because it is time to put on the 'I'm so cool, this don't scare me, we're fire-resistant' expression (cos that's how Indians roll yo). Oh, what's more. We never hear an announcement which says, "This was a fire alarm drill. Don't worry, please get back to killing yourself with work."
What if a fire really breaks out and we're still stuck in our seats being cool? When do we get the cue to scream like little girls and run for the exit together (that's how Indians roll yo) and all basically get toasted together (any which way.)
I don't think anyone has ever given this a thought. I have, I mean, sure I have. But, I'm not motivated enough to bring it up. Hey, I won't move a muslce till I see a REEEA AAAlLLL fire break out. Cos that's how Indians roll yo.
