Disclaimer : This is going to be a rant . Read it on your own peril.
Dear reader(s),
The first indication of my current life graph begins with the fact that I have nothing to write about in my blog. My very first post! =)
And before I get started I have some vows to make. I promise you one thing my readers, if and when i have a break-up(not that I am in a relationship now!) I am not going to blog about sad songs and sad philosophical quotes/movie-dialogues. Also, I will not use this blog to get my messages across to the ex, subtly or unsubtly! I swear. Because I know what it feels like to be unwillingly privy to ppl washing their dirty undies in public... :|
Nobody that I love is online. Sipping on chilled tang, and listening to Kelly Clarkson and Shreya ghosal. On repeat. Perfect time for an update. My first one, might I add. Listening to them takes me to this happy place where the official language has only 2 words- Sigh and Aww. Sigh. Almost like an eargasm. A mellifluous eargasm. And who doesn't like multiple eargasm?lol
And just so you know, I created this blog few months back and I was lacking enough inspiration to get started.But on this otherwise uneventful and dull afternoon, as I was diary-ing after I was done doodling on my thighs ( yes, I do that quite often! Sexually or non-sexually :P) I thought of 'coming out' virtually- for I have always been a closet writer! :)
I imagine this post being read out to you in a voiceover, just like in all those movies where the male lead gets a bluesy letter from the female lead in which she tells him how much she loves him and how sad she is that she will never see him again. ( Weird analogy , ain't it? You know, 'Baghban' has hit me hard. I watched it for the zillionth time today. Needless to say, I cried buckets. I am such a sucker when it comes to tearjerkers.)
Now back to my analogy....
The voiceover thingie... it might be slightly creepy because if you are listening to music, the music would have to unexpectedly stop when the voiceover begins or else it would be utter cacophony. If not, a sudden disembodied voice coming from nowhere might startle some of you. But not all of you. I’m sure a few of you are used to hearing disembodied voices. It’s like talking to yourself, only different.
Another problem I can foresee is that some of you might not know what my voice sounds like. For those who don’t, let me assure you I sound incredibly sexy. A little effeminate maybe. But who cares?
Also, just for the sake of this voice emanating out of nowhere business: Lawnmower. Protractor...Fun words to hear randomly, yes?
So there..My rambling for the day is done… Over and out!
The first indication of my current life graph begins with the fact that I have nothing to write about in my blog. My very first post! =)
And before I get started I have some vows to make. I promise you one thing my readers, if and when i have a break-up(not that I am in a relationship now!) I am not going to blog about sad songs and sad philosophical quotes/movie-dialogues. Also, I will not use this blog to get my messages across to the ex, subtly or unsubtly! I swear. Because I know what it feels like to be unwillingly privy to ppl washing their dirty undies in public... :|
Nobody that I love is online. Sipping on chilled tang, and listening to Kelly Clarkson and Shreya ghosal. On repeat. Perfect time for an update. My first one, might I add. Listening to them takes me to this happy place where the official language has only 2 words- Sigh and Aww. Sigh. Almost like an eargasm. A mellifluous eargasm. And who doesn't like multiple eargasm?lol
And just so you know, I created this blog few months back and I was lacking enough inspiration to get started.But on this otherwise uneventful and dull afternoon, as I was diary-ing after I was done doodling on my thighs ( yes, I do that quite often! Sexually or non-sexually :P) I thought of 'coming out' virtually- for I have always been a closet writer! :)
I imagine this post being read out to you in a voiceover, just like in all those movies where the male lead gets a bluesy letter from the female lead in which she tells him how much she loves him and how sad she is that she will never see him again. ( Weird analogy , ain't it? You know, 'Baghban' has hit me hard. I watched it for the zillionth time today. Needless to say, I cried buckets. I am such a sucker when it comes to tearjerkers.)
Now back to my analogy....
The voiceover thingie... it might be slightly creepy because if you are listening to music, the music would have to unexpectedly stop when the voiceover begins or else it would be utter cacophony. If not, a sudden disembodied voice coming from nowhere might startle some of you. But not all of you. I’m sure a few of you are used to hearing disembodied voices. It’s like talking to yourself, only different.
Another problem I can foresee is that some of you might not know what my voice sounds like. For those who don’t, let me assure you I sound incredibly sexy. A little effeminate maybe. But who cares?
Also, just for the sake of this voice emanating out of nowhere business: Lawnmower. Protractor...Fun words to hear randomly, yes?
So there..My rambling for the day is done… Over and out!
