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The Pain of Blogging
Posted by Frozy
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Wednesday, June 10, 2009
This blogging business should be banned. And blogger should be fined for doing this to me. I am actually getting addicted. Now if I don't write something and put it here, I am not getting sleep. Hence I see myself writing this at 3.58 AM on a beautifully dark Saturday night (or morning. Its subjective) when I am supposed be partying or getting drunk or doing some other crazy stuff.. But the thing is.. I don't know what to write. I am sitting with my laptop open and looking at the screen with the dumbest look on my face. If someone sees me like this they will think I am imitating Himesh Reshamiya.
Or rather I do have a feeling that I am going crazy.. I don't know why I am crazy. Obviously if I knew the reason why I am crazy I will not be crazy anymore and that itself makes me crazier, if that’s possible in anyway.. The irony is mind bogging. It's like asking Superman who he is.. You know that you know the answer but you also know that you don't know the answer, so you ask again.. You know what I mean.
Or it's like Captain Jack Sparrow.. Johny Depp in his eloquent style, "you can trust a dishonest man because you know the dishonest man will be always be dishonest. Honestly. Its the honest man who you should be afraid of. You will never know what stupidity he will do next."I have a similar line to say.. Something, of course, crazy.. Nothing spectacular as the previous, but I like to think so nevertheless.. It is as this: You can depend on your enemies more than your friends. Because you know what to expect.
This is not based on my life.. Just a thought.. When I think more and more about this I have a feeling that its true. It doesn't degrade your friends. Just reverse thinking.
Talking of friends, I am blessed with some nice ones (or at least I think so. Will call all of them first thing in the morning and confirm) who have stuck to me even though I have given them enough chance to kick me on my bottom and throw me out by my collar for good.. Well, They have kicked me alright! My last birthday.. Ooof.. The memory itself is paining.. I got somewhere around 35 bumps, part of which were pending kicks. Not sure if thats allowed as per the birthday bumps rule book but when u are hanging 3 feet above ground supported by 2 blackish Hulks and your lower bottom is getting pounded like a hot iron in a smith's workshop, arguing about the rule book is the last thing you will do on earth. Some even tried to experiment in kicks. Pele kicks were the most favorite. Messi fans and Ronaldo fans also not uncommon to find. And Roberto Carlos... That @$$%@$& came running like a fast bowler and kicked me. I still remember.. I closed my eyes just before his footballer legs contacted by bottom. As if closing eyes would have made it feel nicer. Well, it did not. Girls, you are lucky to be born as you are.. Whatever they say in forwards about men being a happy thing, just this one day will take all those pleasures away. But.. mmm.. not that bad also.. The real fun comes after that.. Even if that meant I got to stand for next 30 min without the comforts of sitting anywhere. The iron had to be cooled after the pounding. Coming back to the pain of writing blogs. I pity all those column writers. They must be truly talented or completely bored with their life. To come up with a topic every week and to write so much on that topic.. hmmmm.. And where do I stand? Still sitting with a blank white screen, with the same dumb look. First thing I should do tomorrow is to find a topic to write a blog. Good night all you jobless friends, get some sleep.. m off..
PS: On an after thought, I should write a blog on that line. You can depend on your enemies more than your friends. Because you know what to expect. May be next time. Till then,
keep yourself chilled
Frozy
[Originally written on 7/Jul/2007]
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Or rather I do have a feeling that I am going crazy.. I don't know why I am crazy. Obviously if I knew the reason why I am crazy I will not be crazy anymore and that itself makes me crazier, if that’s possible in anyway.. The irony is mind bogging. It's like asking Superman who he is.. You know that you know the answer but you also know that you don't know the answer, so you ask again.. You know what I mean.
Or it's like Captain Jack Sparrow.. Johny Depp in his eloquent style, "you can trust a dishonest man because you know the dishonest man will be always be dishonest. Honestly. Its the honest man who you should be afraid of. You will never know what stupidity he will do next."I have a similar line to say.. Something, of course, crazy.. Nothing spectacular as the previous, but I like to think so nevertheless.. It is as this: You can depend on your enemies more than your friends. Because you know what to expect.
This is not based on my life.. Just a thought.. When I think more and more about this I have a feeling that its true. It doesn't degrade your friends. Just reverse thinking.
Talking of friends, I am blessed with some nice ones (or at least I think so. Will call all of them first thing in the morning and confirm) who have stuck to me even though I have given them enough chance to kick me on my bottom and throw me out by my collar for good.. Well, They have kicked me alright! My last birthday.. Ooof.. The memory itself is paining.. I got somewhere around 35 bumps, part of which were pending kicks. Not sure if thats allowed as per the birthday bumps rule book but when u are hanging 3 feet above ground supported by 2 blackish Hulks and your lower bottom is getting pounded like a hot iron in a smith's workshop, arguing about the rule book is the last thing you will do on earth. Some even tried to experiment in kicks. Pele kicks were the most favorite. Messi fans and Ronaldo fans also not uncommon to find. And Roberto Carlos... That @$$%@$& came running like a fast bowler and kicked me. I still remember.. I closed my eyes just before his footballer legs contacted by bottom. As if closing eyes would have made it feel nicer. Well, it did not. Girls, you are lucky to be born as you are.. Whatever they say in forwards about men being a happy thing, just this one day will take all those pleasures away. But.. mmm.. not that bad also.. The real fun comes after that.. Even if that meant I got to stand for next 30 min without the comforts of sitting anywhere. The iron had to be cooled after the pounding. Coming back to the pain of writing blogs. I pity all those column writers. They must be truly talented or completely bored with their life. To come up with a topic every week and to write so much on that topic.. hmmmm.. And where do I stand? Still sitting with a blank white screen, with the same dumb look. First thing I should do tomorrow is to find a topic to write a blog. Good night all you jobless friends, get some sleep.. m off..
PS: On an after thought, I should write a blog on that line. You can depend on your enemies more than your friends. Because you know what to expect. May be next time. Till then,
keep yourself chilled
Frozy
[Originally written on 7/Jul/2007]
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