Alive and kicking…

Don’t know what’s happened to me; guess this is the price one pays for being a full-time “writer”…or rather “copywriter”. All I know to do now is to ‘copy’ and ‘write’ 😀

Gosh! my last post was EXACTLY 5 whole months back. Sheesh! I need to get a life! Seriously!

I don’t even remember the many excellent bloggers and their different styles of writing. Damn! And I don’t even think half the people in my blogroll writes anymore 😦 It was a damn good bunch out there. Where are all you guys?? Have you all become professional copywiters as well? 😀 😀

Well, someone once told me it is extremely tough to come out of it once you succumb to “writers’ block”. In my defence, I must say that I’ve fallen into that trap one too many times — and crawled out of it successfully: only to fall into a freshly dug one 😉

So, apologies to you people who has my blog on their feeds (because you’d be now reading this not out of interest and extreme happiness at a much-too-frequent “comeback” of mine, but because your feed reader must’ve forced you to!), but you’ll be seeing more of such nonsensical posts in the days to come — until one of you get exasperated enough to dig a new one for me to fall into.

Till then, cheers — and have a great bloggy life 🙂

P.S.: A namesake once told me she loved the use of “pink over grey” in one of my posts. I dedicate this one to her 😀

A post a day keeps the block away…

…but if the block lasts too long, better throw the blog block away! 😀

I have forgotten to write; people think I’ve died; and Google and Technocrati doesn’t throw up show my ‘alphabets’ any longer.

Disgusting state of affairs. Really.

All these days, I convinced myself that I’m overworked and can’t really spare anytime for blogging. I was just fooling myself, I guess. I realise that every blogger who’s consistent and active, is not sitting at home full time 😉

But well. Never having even washed a plate at home, managing a whole house by myself (even with a hell lotta help from Suraj) is definitely stressing me out. I kept telling myself that it’s a phase in life, which’ll pass.

What almost passed away was ME! 😀 I have been sick in bed for 2 weeks now — with a broken back! Thank God, my job profile allows me to work from home — else, we’d have ended up financially broke as well.Anyway, in this 2-week running is when I realised that even though I’d been sitting at home, I haven’t been blogging. Disgusting, really!

So well, bad back or block, I decided that blogging shouldn’t be affected. Am sure all the bloggers who used to read me have forgotten my existence by now.

Hope to hang in here for more than a week at a stretch. Then I’m sure I’ll come back to blogging full-time!

In the meantime, I hope to be alive in this crazy city (for me to be blogging everyday!). I pray that random people don’t burst into my house and stab me to death (if they try looting me, they’ll probably stab me 10 more times; Attention, thieves: there’s no money/gold here!); I pray that we don’t get waylaid on empty roads and robbed of our bike (which is almost falling apart now); I pray that Hindu activists who protest against everything ‘non-hindu’ don’t protest against my existence; I pray that those find-whatever-excuse-you-can-to-beat-up-people types don’t catch me in a jeans and beat me up; I pray that I’ll be fortunate to leave Bangalore soon, while life and sanity are still there in me 😉

The only good that’s come out of the-latest-violence-in-Bangalore is that I don’t lose my arguments anymore. Every argument that I usually have with Suraj always ends up in some consensus or the other. The only one that never does — which is better: Bangalore or Bombay? He’s always for the former; me, the latter. And the last point always was “Bombay’s too dangerous.” Now that topic is dormant. Period.

P.S.: My blog crossed 10,000 hits! I’m surprised, happy, ecstatic! Thanks a lot, all you people, for making that happen! Since I hadn’t been active, I’m sure a lot of optimistic people kept visiting, hoping I’d write something 😀 . Sorry for having let you down; hope never to do that again 😉

P.S. of P.S.: Thanks a ton, Harsh and Sahaja, for considering me worthy of the “Cute’s Blogger Award” and “Lovely Blogger Award”. It meant a lot! Thanks again!

Own some birds…at Johannesburg!

Since yesterday evening, I’d been having this terrible buzz in my right ear which would slowly climb up to a crescendo and then shift to the left one. And then after a crescendo there, back to my right one! I didn’t know why it was happening or what exactly it was all about. Aarrrgh…it was really irritating! I kept ignoring it as much as I could. I tried to write, I couldn’t. I tried blogging, but I couldn’t. I tried to read, I tried to sleep, I tried to watch TV, I tried to clean my cupboard (!!), I tried getting drenched in the rain…nothing would work. It just would not take the hint and leave me alone! Then I decided to concentrate ( seemingly, there was no other option left) and voila! I realised that the buzz was not just an ordinary buzz (Thank God…I was not on my way to be deaf!). It was telling me something…something about me. I was about to attain self-realisation! My ear was talking to me. I could make out words. Repeatedly. Over and over.

I listened intently…but the words were too hazy…blurred…almost like it was being spoken from under water!

I thought I heard it say ‘Johannesburg’! Wow…really? No no…it said ‘John has birds.’ John who; so what? Then again ‘Own some birds.’ (Buzzer, I don’t like birds. they’re weird creatures! They look at you through one eye!! The other one, way on the other side, looks at someone else!) There…‘Join some bus’. Join? Did it mean get into? Or was it ‘John’s son’s bad’? So what should I do? Now what the hell does ‘Jan sung bazz’ mean? Do I have a Chinese ear?? Oh wait! I think it’s trying to say ‘Johnson’s buds’! 😀

Well, ok! So I hadn’t cleaned my ear for a while 😉 😀 I went bud-hunting and found a pack deep down the gorges of the multi-level (now so, because of my clothes, books, junk and more clothes) spare cot in my room. I fished out a few buds and poked my buzzing ears with those.

The buzzing stopped! It was then that I realised that my ear did not say ‘Johnson’s buds’. That was probably something my brain made me hear, for particular hygiene-related reasons! 😀

The words were very clear now. And the ungrateful ear (again, it was my brain’s handiwork) spat at me, “Dodo, you have a writer’s block!” 😀