A post a day keeps the block away…

…but if the block lasts too long, better throw the blog block away! ๐Ÿ˜€

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 ๐Ÿ˜‰

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.

backpainWhat almost passed away was ME! ๐Ÿ˜€ 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 ๐Ÿ˜‰

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 ๐Ÿ˜€ . Sorry for having let you down; hope never to do that again ๐Ÿ˜‰

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!

back to work…

…but feels more like I’m back in school! ๐Ÿ˜€

Strangely, I had been a school-goer (wonder what my parents were thinking!)…and I vividly remember trudging back to school every June 1 — when the monsoon sets in, full force, in God’s Own Country. Wet uniforms and wet socks, which causes incessant chills and itch-under-the-feet respectively, was never an issue for the teachers and parents. Students were expected in class everyday! Bah!

The situation is more or less similar now as well. After a break of 157 days from work (!!!), I joined back this monday — tornadoand I feel like I used to on those June 1sts, long back ๐Ÿ˜‰ .There’s no time for anything. Time seems to fly — and in Concordes, that too ๐Ÿ˜‰ Before I know, it’s morning and I’m struggling to wake up. Before I’m ready to be awake, I’m already in the bus. Before I’m settling into my seat, I’ve reached office. Before I even take in the jobs for the day, it’s time to catch the last bus home. Before I’m properly seated and letting out a tired sigh, I’m stepping into the kitchen. Before I finish chewing the first tid-bit, it’s time to sleep…and before my eyelash-neighbours kiss each other goodnight, it’s time to wake up!

And being married doesn’t help at all. Hehe…I can’t be lazy anymore. Can’t over-sleep. Can’t quit breakfast anymore. Can’t quit dinner anymore. In fact, there’s no point in doing all that — because I have to prepare food, no matter what Iย  choose to do.

Either I shift this house (it’s a really nice one!) somewhere close to Race Course Road; else, I get my boss to shift office to J.P. Nagar (highly unlikely ๐Ÿ˜€ ). Living 13 kms (read as 1.30 hours one-way travel) away from your workplace is not the most intelligent thing to do in Bangalore. Sigh!

All this translates into ‘no time for blogging’! That’s what I’m hating the most about this entire arrangement! And once you take a break from blogging, it’s damn tough to come back (as I’ve proved more than once already! ๐Ÿ˜€ ). And New Year Resolutions are just not meant to be!!! Like any other genius, I also took one — to blog everyday. So far, I’ve hopelessly failed in that!

From what I see, the year has started on the wrong note…or was it me? Ummmm…now let me re-cap — which side of the bed did I wake up on Jan 1? The foot-side, I guess! See… I’m not even making any sense here in this post! First post of 2009. And this is, so far, my worst post ever! I pity all you readers for the rest of the year. But swalpa adjust maadi; keep visiting, keep reading! ๐Ÿ˜€

Happy New Year again, folks!

P.S.: All you people who are single, remain so forever! Enjoy life. ๐Ÿ˜‰ ๐Ÿ˜€

Sahavasa Dosham!

Sahavasa dosham…bad company! Sigh ! ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

We all know who God’s yo-yo is…but I guess God has shifted preferences — if not (and hope not) forever, at least for an evening! ๐Ÿ˜€ I was ‘yo-yo’ed so violently this evening, that I can almost still feel myself rolling up and down in air! Well, the intensity has decreased of course, given the time gap between the ‘yo-yo’ing and now ๐Ÿ˜›

Off-topic: Who the bloody f***ing hell discovered Ctrl Z and its bloody undo function!!??

Feeling ashamed at a friend’s comment “You don’t write regularly at all!”, I took it up as a challenge and decided to write! I needed an idea; I scratched my head, I shook my head, I brushed my hair and even oiled it in the hope of increasing blood circulation and getting my brain to act — and then promptly slept off! (my head is my lullaby switch) ๐Ÿ˜€

Woke up an hour later and decided to go book-shopping! Fully excited and all that and…ah! Wasn’t that an experience! When I reached back home, I was thrilled! I had Booker-winning material to write about! In high hopes of giving you all a post you’d never ever forget (and would keep coming back again and again to read ๐Ÿ˜€ ), I began typing out my 34th post! It was my longest (read as best) ever!

I searched for images, found a really nice one, added it! I formatted a few really important sentences, added tags…I was all set to post it. Last minute, I even decided to indent a paragraph, tried it, liked it. ๐Ÿ™‚

I was so happy! I tilted my head a little towards my right, and looked heaven-wards. I smiled at God. God smirked ! “For what joy?” I asked. “You’ll soon know, my child”, God said. Rolling my eyes at God’s penchant for high drama (you all know how God made a fool of Godself in front of me once), I was about to hit Publish when intelligence struck.

The indenting was something I hadn’t done before. I stared at the post for a while (staring helps in sorting out last minute woes/confusions) and realised that the indenting actually took away the importance of the words there. Remembering that ‘minimalism is the essence of a good design’, I changed my mind. I didn’t hit Publish. I hit Ctrl Z instead. And everything went for a six! ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

I was shell-shocked! I tilted my head a little towards my right, and looked heaven-wards. God was still smirking! ๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿ˜

P.S.: This post also had to be written thrice, since God apparently was not done ‘yo-yo’ing me. I wrote 2 paragraphs the first time and the power failed! (Like I mentioned here once, I always realise a little too late that there is a ‘save’ option!) The second time, I wrote half of this whole thing, and instead of logging off gmail, I logged off WP ๐Ÿ˜€ . By now, (this is the third time and it’s 23:15) God has slept. God’s part-time yo-yo is free to live a normal life till God wakes up!