So you guys must be wondering, (if at all you are reading it) what the point is in my writing this blog if I’m not going to keep updating the blog (well at least I do). Before I answer this I beg of you to reflect on all the other blogs that you’ve read so far. What was the point of any of them?
I mean have any of these blogs that you’ve read so far actually achieved something? I seriously doubt it. Sure people claim that they do it to express themselves, to share ideas, for the pleasure of writing, just because they want to, to impress their bosses* so on and so forth; but that’s all crap. In 11 out of 10 cases people only write blogs to kill boredom. i.e. basically they do it because they have nothing else that they’d rather do.
The same holds good with me. I had started a blog once upon a time. It was a hit among all of the 3.5 people that read it (ya ok I was one of them), and then I found better things I’d rather do (I was in college you know, I had classes to bunk) [I’m sorry to disappoint all of the 3.5 people**; sniff n all that]. Now however I’ve become one among the working classes. One of those thousands or is it lakhs of people who think that they’re a unique gem among an ocean of other dullards. So I’m back baby!!! (Till my boss starts looking for me)
Oh and in case you weren’t one of the mobs of people wondering whatever I thought you might be wondering at the start of this article then I wont really apologize to you for putting you through this.
Why? Well it’s really simple. There’s really only one reason why people really read blogs per se. Sure they claim that they do it to know other views, or to network with other people and share ideas, to read well written articles, just because they want to, to impress their bosses* so on and so forth. But you and I know that the real reason is quite similar to the one that people write blogs.
* ok maybe people don’t read or write blogs to impress their bosses, if anybody has any clue what exactly to do to impress bosses, kindly mail me and express yourselves, share your ideas, or just write a blog about it.
** don’t ask me who the other two and a half people were, it will be very embarrassing for me if they find out that I don’t remember their names.
*** I think I forgot to add the title to this blog it’s - Bloggers psychology explained!
I did not think you would’ve read the article if this heading was at the top.
I also think that if more articles were published with the headings at the bottom, more people would read it trying to figure out what the heck the article really is about.
Oh shucks I think a lot of things, you will be forced to wait till the next time to get another glimpse into more of my thoughts.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Another Frog on the Wall
Disclaimer – for this article, the author has decided to drop his usual goofy attitude and for a change write something serious, and would like to call for an open attitude from his two and a half usual fans.
It was maybe a couple of months ago, when I was sitting with a friend at his place, just sharing the latest bits of downloads (more like giga-bytes of downloads), when the current got cut. Not wanting to stay in with limited ventilation, we came outdoors and rested ourselves on his porch. And on the wall facing us was one of the strangest sights I have ever seen.
I don’t know how good your knowledge of frogs is, mine I know to be rather average, maybe even lesser so, and so when I saw a frog gripping on to a wall like a lizard I have no embarrassment to say that I was for a minute stumped. My first instinct was that I must’ve been dreaming about scarlett johansen when my bio teacher was teaching me about amphibians and reptiles. I was convinced that I had gotten the two mixed up.
It took me quite some time to reach the conclusion that what I was seeing gripping on to the flat vertical wall was indeed a frog and not a species of the lacertilian family. You don’t have only my word for it, if you are really interested in this irrelevant tale then you will also find a supporting testament albeit given with a peevish temperament from one particular Mr Albert Crankenstien (any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental; the author holds no responsibility whatsoever to nicknames levied upon common nerds). The amazing scene filled us with wonder (ok not really); so much so that we even drew analogies to the flat vertical wall gripping comic book hero - spiderman. The consequent 15 minutes or so were well spent in a jocular albeit childish disposition coming up with hypothetical citations of how hilarious the day to day crime fighting activities of such an imaginary fictional character could be.
Post this we found our proverbial marbles and decided that a little bit of sobriety is what the society would benefit from. Mr A. Crankenstien decided he would do the pedestrians and traffic much good by burying himself in his room glued to the screen of his computer, and I decided to write this stupid blog. In short both of us have yet to return our dues to society. When I aired my views of writing the aforementioned blog, the whole issue of credibility became a matter which deserved a little bit of grey matter working on it. The result is the few thousand pixels that are attached with this article. The image does look like one of a frog on a floor, but don’t be fooled by that folks, it is an image of a frog on a flat vertical wall I tell you. The image was taken with Mr Crankenstien’s mobile, by his little baby sister; after enduring a lot of tantrums that ensued from the former Mr C.
So what’s the moral of the story?
Simple – Stick on. A lot of times the going gets tough, despair fails to become sparse, quite often a feeling of being out of place becomes predominant, trudging along seems to be harder then necessary; but don’t give up, like the frog on the flat vertical wall, STICK ON.
The above article quite clearly demonstrates how the author is not entirely a shallow goofy ol’ guy. The author would however like to point out that statistically his track record of goofiness outweighs his sensibility by a mile, and hence would advise others to think more then twice before changing their view of him. Regular goofism would return from next week.
Barista Blowout
It was a bright and sunny Saturday afternoon. Perfect conditions for racing and racing around was what we had in mind. The venue was some go-karting track near marathahalli, not very big in terms of area covered per se, but containing twists n turns designed to maximize the carpet area of the track in question. The tight hairpin bends, and the sweeping long turns put into ones mind familiar sights from Monaco, and if one dared to race at night under the lights I am told that it would distinctly give one the perception of racing under the many thousand Mega Watts of energy exuded at Singapore.
Oh alright! Alright! I’m just exaggerating it by a lot and then some; but isn’t it much better this way. Would you rather have me tell you that some cheap miserly bum who happened to own the land did not want to let even a small square inch of tarred (poorly) land unused, and so had the track going up and down again and again making it seem like an infinitely twisted track. Come to think of it is that why Monaco is so twisty? Well I think that I’ll leave that to your judgment, that anyway was not what I had intended to convey.
Moving on, we spent some time chasing each other around the corners, during which I had done a good dozen of inspirational laps, not counting the one lap in which my brakes decided to go for a brief holiday just around the end of the start-finish straight (the fastest part of the circuit) leaving me free to embrace the tire wall head on or front of the go-kart on. Apart from that, and the good ol’ Mr A. Crankenstien deciding that he did not like a particular corner and trying to forcefully reshape it by hammering straight into it at full speed; and the good ol’ jumpin jivin mallu deciding to use the race track as a skating rink instead; the rest of the time at the marathahalli/Monaco track was quite uneventful. FYI my friends were convinced that I was in an entirely different league, none of them drove with quite the same levels of elegance, flair, and sophistication as I did.
After all the hullabaloo, we decided to return to our roots, and keeping in tunes with doctrines we follow, we formed the holy circle and stood around it, mostly in revered silence, every now and again uttering the name of the holy enzo*.
We eventually broke the circle (after what seemed like eternity) when we were in dire need of nourishment. Our explorations into the lay of the land, led us to come across a nearby barista. The food there was quite scrumptious, and we all would agree heartily at any given time to have enjoyed the time spent there devouring the given matter.
However things took a turn for the worse when it came to quenching our thirst. The given fluids were by no means palatable (ok, fluids aren’t palatable, but if they were then the sample of fluids that we were given wouldn’t be so). For the first time in my life so far, I felt a distinct revulsion to my beloved cup of tea. Bitterness seemed to be the theme of the tea party. Nobody had managed to procure a drink that did not disgust. The jumpin jivin mallu got what looked like goo!
Quite a few of us had left our drinks unfinished. This seemed to tickle the latent talents of potion making amongst one of us. And before we knew it, an evil mixture of all the un-finishable drinks was prepared. The maker of the devilish potion threw a challenge – he was prepared to pay for anybody who could reduce by intake the standing height of the concoction.
Now it’s quite a funny thing, I don’t know if any of you have ever felt this before, but when there’s a cocktail of funny drinks, there comes over one the inexplicable urge to sample it. The aforementioned urge consumed me, and I found my goofy self succumbing to voluntary intake of experimental solutions. Have you ever had the feeling of expecting to drink something extremely disastrous, and finding it to actually turn out to be quite good. Well if you were there then you would’ve because that’s what happened. The drink that was made by mixing all the drinks that individually no one liked, turned out to be quite enjoyable. After passing the drink off as the best one on the table, the container was passed around for everyone to get a bit of the juice. It resulted in the evil potion maker having to pay for his doings.
So after having bored you all with this lackadaisical tale for a while, I come to the most important part viz the conclusion. This conclusion I would like to point out is by common consensus.
If you are hungry for a light snack, and are looking for a place to eat, then the barista coffee shops would suit you well, but if it’s a nice drink that you are looking for, then you are better off going to a café coffee day, or going to a barista, ordering a bunch of undrinkable drinks, and mixing them up randomly to get something drinkable.
Also thinking of this experience symbolically, it actually teaches us a great lesson, a bunch of individually unlikable flavors together formed something quite likable. Is that a moral on teamwork? Or is that just me transforming into a weird monk looking for morals in stupid comatose small occurrences. Again that would be left to your judgement.
* Unless you are one of the few that live by the dogmas of the circle, you won’t understand, don’t even try to.
** In case you found this article mind numbingly dull, and of no use whatsoever, then kindly let me know, because there’s no way I can do anything about it.
Oh alright! Alright! I’m just exaggerating it by a lot and then some; but isn’t it much better this way. Would you rather have me tell you that some cheap miserly bum who happened to own the land did not want to let even a small square inch of tarred (poorly) land unused, and so had the track going up and down again and again making it seem like an infinitely twisted track. Come to think of it is that why Monaco is so twisty? Well I think that I’ll leave that to your judgment, that anyway was not what I had intended to convey.
Moving on, we spent some time chasing each other around the corners, during which I had done a good dozen of inspirational laps, not counting the one lap in which my brakes decided to go for a brief holiday just around the end of the start-finish straight (the fastest part of the circuit) leaving me free to embrace the tire wall head on or front of the go-kart on. Apart from that, and the good ol’ Mr A. Crankenstien deciding that he did not like a particular corner and trying to forcefully reshape it by hammering straight into it at full speed; and the good ol’ jumpin jivin mallu deciding to use the race track as a skating rink instead; the rest of the time at the marathahalli/Monaco track was quite uneventful. FYI my friends were convinced that I was in an entirely different league, none of them drove with quite the same levels of elegance, flair, and sophistication as I did.
After all the hullabaloo, we decided to return to our roots, and keeping in tunes with doctrines we follow, we formed the holy circle and stood around it, mostly in revered silence, every now and again uttering the name of the holy enzo*.
We eventually broke the circle (after what seemed like eternity) when we were in dire need of nourishment. Our explorations into the lay of the land, led us to come across a nearby barista. The food there was quite scrumptious, and we all would agree heartily at any given time to have enjoyed the time spent there devouring the given matter.
However things took a turn for the worse when it came to quenching our thirst. The given fluids were by no means palatable (ok, fluids aren’t palatable, but if they were then the sample of fluids that we were given wouldn’t be so). For the first time in my life so far, I felt a distinct revulsion to my beloved cup of tea. Bitterness seemed to be the theme of the tea party. Nobody had managed to procure a drink that did not disgust. The jumpin jivin mallu got what looked like goo!
Quite a few of us had left our drinks unfinished. This seemed to tickle the latent talents of potion making amongst one of us. And before we knew it, an evil mixture of all the un-finishable drinks was prepared. The maker of the devilish potion threw a challenge – he was prepared to pay for anybody who could reduce by intake the standing height of the concoction.
Now it’s quite a funny thing, I don’t know if any of you have ever felt this before, but when there’s a cocktail of funny drinks, there comes over one the inexplicable urge to sample it. The aforementioned urge consumed me, and I found my goofy self succumbing to voluntary intake of experimental solutions. Have you ever had the feeling of expecting to drink something extremely disastrous, and finding it to actually turn out to be quite good. Well if you were there then you would’ve because that’s what happened. The drink that was made by mixing all the drinks that individually no one liked, turned out to be quite enjoyable. After passing the drink off as the best one on the table, the container was passed around for everyone to get a bit of the juice. It resulted in the evil potion maker having to pay for his doings.
So after having bored you all with this lackadaisical tale for a while, I come to the most important part viz the conclusion. This conclusion I would like to point out is by common consensus.
If you are hungry for a light snack, and are looking for a place to eat, then the barista coffee shops would suit you well, but if it’s a nice drink that you are looking for, then you are better off going to a café coffee day, or going to a barista, ordering a bunch of undrinkable drinks, and mixing them up randomly to get something drinkable.
Also thinking of this experience symbolically, it actually teaches us a great lesson, a bunch of individually unlikable flavors together formed something quite likable. Is that a moral on teamwork? Or is that just me transforming into a weird monk looking for morals in stupid comatose small occurrences. Again that would be left to your judgement.
* Unless you are one of the few that live by the dogmas of the circle, you won’t understand, don’t even try to.
** In case you found this article mind numbingly dull, and of no use whatsoever, then kindly let me know, because there’s no way I can do anything about it.
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