And so it is..
i had...have... chicken pox. Its not because i ate chicken cooked (i use the term cooked in a broad, all-encompassing manner) over a bonfire. Nor is it due to the undeniable fact that i am a chickmagnet. [i would like to specify here that i am not responsible for these pathetic attempts at humour. These were suggested to me by people who had purpotedly called me to wish me health but had quickly moved on to cracking insenstive jokes on my condition. i recall one individual calling me an inquring in cheery tones, "How are you....(pause for effect) SPOTTY? hahahahaha". Upon my replying, in a frigid voice that i was feeling better, the tone became positively morose and disbelieving, "Really??..... (another pause) no longer POXY?hahahahaha". Laughter, therefore, is not always the best medicine.]
Nevertheless, as i was saying before you distracted me, i had..have.. the pox and was finding time lie a bit heavy on my hands. More than usual, at least. Where earlier i would spend my eventful evenings lying around with purpose and staring at the television actively; i was doing so now with a notable lack of enthusiasm and zest. It was difficult for a personality so dynamic as mine to be cloistered in a room for days on end, whiling away the hours doing absolutely nothing. i had only been doing it for some 21 years. You could start a blog, a friend suggested. Like any normal, right thinking individual, i was shocked. Are you suggesting i work? Invest time and energy in intellectual labours? i openly admit that i ws appaled.No, no, he hastened to clarify, eager to dispel the notion that he was one of the "do-ers" in the world. Its not work, its play. Like that fence Tom Sawyer painted. But i would still have to sit and type, i complained.Yes, but think of all the rot you could write. It would be like an intensive detoxing of your brain. Clearing out all the junk. And then you could force people to read it, thus numbing their nuerons forever muhahahaha..... i suppose i should mention here that i was no longer having the conversation with my closet "do-er" friend, but with myself. i often have conversations with myself, but thats another story for another day.
And so i thought about blogging. Normally, i dont go in much for that sort of thing. Any form of physical or intellectual exercise with only a possibilty of emotionally-satisfying gratification, does not hold much attraction for me. The more cynical of my friends would tell you that its because i am incapable of intellectual exercise and have never had, and probably never will have, the opportunity to engage in that specific form of physical exercise that results in emotional gratification. But i often wonder, there must be some reason why so many people do it. Some people i know do it. Many people i do not know do it. Amitabh Bachchan does it. Aamir Khan does it. Pamela Anderson gets paid for it. Loads of people do it. In fact......but i should get back to talking about blogging. Where was i? Right, so i thought about blogging. And to be honest, a lot of people do it.(blog i mean, dont always be thinking about that now..) Moviestars, sportspersons, wannabes, nobodies, everybody. Mak from Mangalore to Vellarao Subramanium Hubrinath Nagarjuna Kumbunami Reddy from Venice. Everybody. And so i decided to join their ranks.
Not many people know it, but the term 'blog' has Indian origins. Its short for 'baba log', a fairly popular hindi phrase known to most Indians. And like everything Indian, it can mean many things at the same time. It may be used to refer to the young Indian generation, the 'baba log'. It may also refer to the diary entries of the more religious and spiritual minded, the 'baba log'. It may also be used as an expression of fear, laced with despair, uttered by a bengali mathematics student, upon encountering logarithm problems, the 'baba (pause) log (exclamation mark)'. Indeed, it is a concoction of all these that gives a blog its true flavour.
It took me time to research on blogs and blogging and the fact that i am still writing this fairly pointless entry, is testament to my new-found dedication to blogging. i have discovered the magic of blogging and i shall blog. Its too late to lament now. You are all condemned. i shall blog like my life depended on it and then you will be surrounded by nonsensical, inane, absurd and senseless entries like this one. In fact, they will be progressively nonsensicaler, inaner, absurder and senselesser. i shall devote my considerable mind to ensure that. i shall work at a breathtaking pace too. Expect the next dose of vapid ramblings soon. Anytime next decade.