guess what?
i've been reading other people's blogs. other people as in guys who are not Nisith or me. which leaves a considerable portion of 6 billion people in the reckoning. it was nice to get a change of perspective and all that and of course, the sheer voyeuristic thrills associated with it are not to be missed.
am i going to be influenced by these new bloggers? yes and no. yes, in the sense that i'm going to cut down on my bitching and actually write about some positive experiences. no, in the sense that my posts will continue to remain boring which is inconsequential 'cos they'll continue to remain unread by anyone but Nisith or me. i call this 'Poodi's axiomatic acute observation on blogs", (PAAOOB for short) where
Poodi = me. ref Manorama yearbook 2020 for a brief bio.
axiomatic= axiomatic? what the hell is axiomatic?
why do i write these blogs? for whose sake? what do i get by writing this shit? these questions haunt my mind but i suspect they haunt the minds of those stand behind me, waiting for a read, even more. Nisith’s the only guy who's going to be reading this shit. the experiences i narrate here are probably those that we underwent together or sometimes me alone. what's the point in documenting the same, when we're the only guys who'll be reading each other's blogs? wait just a minute, why am i even saying all of this? i'd rather lose my shirt than lose my face (losing face= strictly metaphorical sense, same with losing shirt) and yet, here i am, bitching about how nobody's reading the shit i churn out.(oh yeah, shit I churn out = strictly metaphorical sense, unlesss otherwise specified). re-reading the above sentence, it's clear that the point i was trying to make has been overshadowed by the distracting but slighlty humorous digressions enclosed within brackets. so here it is again, minus the sidelights, broken down into easily digestible pieces:
1. i don't like to lose face. come to think of it, no one does.
2. nobody seems to be reading my blogs. it hurts, somewhat.
from 1 and 2 we follow that much as i hate to admit it, the fact that the world ignores my posts disturbs me. PAAOOB says that i'll continue to write even though my total readership may =3.(i personally read every post at lesat two times).
surprise, surprise i'm actually feeling good about it. the day is not far off when hundreds of anonymous readers will throng to my page, full of anticipation as the page climactically finishes loading to reveal....nothing.
haha,
i'll stop posting when demand goes up, wreaking my vengeance upon the very public that scorned me.
DISCLAIMER : the author offers his sincere apologies for posting a lengthy blog when he had nothing in particular to say. however, ubiquitous PAAOOB offers somewhat of an explanantion in the form another acute axiomatic observation...
'when nothing ever happens in your life, it's okay to write about it'.
goodnight, and yes thanks for all the “misery” mr. King.
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