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…Hereby I welcome myself to the literary world of blogging.

Introduction brushed aside, I promise me to park myself on this very neelkamal sitting pretty in front of my Nehru Place-or-somewhere-nearby-assembled Personal ‘Home’ Computer once in a neela chand.

The first two sentences would have more or less established my identity—Mr Not Revealing Myself. Anyhow.

The last 8 months , which is effectively this year, has been a game. It’s definitely not been a ball game coz I’d have loved every minute of it, even though I might have ended up losing. It’s been more on the hide and seek sides. If not that then definitely chess. Absolutely no link. Neither would the heading justify the anatomy. But then such is life.

Was torn to smithereens till then. ‘Things happen, dude. Part of life ‘n shit.’ Cut to overjoy. Back to life. ‘Wow, been writing all well all of a sudden!’ Yeah, I was waiting for someone to point that out. Even the daily smoke has a refreshing taste. Leaves a soothing odour

The guys are, as usual (I’m part of that collective phrase mind you), going through the motions, personally happy, professionally dissatisfied. Sandy’s finally found his calling, but on his way to Bangalore, he has to leave behind his home in New Delhi. He hails from Assam though. Pappu’s the dude, makes his intentions clear, and frustrations evident. J has eaten his head enough for him to throw the boot back at her. Way to go, chum. But Gogo’s landmines are still lethal. He just doesn’t grow up. Grow up, pup!

Rohit and Shruti managed to catch up with Sandy in Bengaluru on an Iron Maiden show. And more. They went to Hampi! Just what I did not want with the World Cup on my head. Polite request for chhutti went down the drain at TC, so got myself drunk.

Ronny. The heart and soul. One-dimensional mood. Fun full-throttle. But been down lately. Yeah all of that, and much, much more. And now it’s Pappu’s turn to head out. Chandigarh. He’s going to be reunited with Mahesh. All of us have been praying for his safety. But, again, he is leaving behind, Gogo… and yeah Shruti. The pup’s heading to Supriya’s house in Ghaziabad. So long. Everyone.

Aah the World Cup 2007! Just what I was waiting for. My moment of truth. But in these one-and-half months, just as the WC’s disappointed, the mood’s become a tightly packed fizzless cola. Bunta maybe.

The mood in the house is refreshing though. Even Max can smell something brewing Yeah, ma’s happy. Seems like it. I think I’m going in the right direction. But I never thought I’ll have to fight my biggest battle to date, with myself. ‘Alter-ego! I shall defeat you!’ But we missed on deciding one thing. Forgot to mention the rounds.

Such is life, did I say? Can I replace it? Sucks—is life! Things are not in place, you know. Organised is how I like it. An organised life. But just as the beer-belly lane is being reconstructed into a freeway, ‘things’ are cropping up. But too late to mull over, I gotta go to Chandi town man! Ronny’s gonna help me bike around. He knows I can make the bike talk, while it lays on me

Was a refreshing change. Four of us together, after a long time, and yet, Sandy’s missing all the fun in Bengaluru. He is with his DSP Black ka quarter, as usual. We also biked to Kasauli!

Got back pretty much to my morose self, however. But if all of the shit happening till now was morose, I thank everyone around me for being around thereafter…

‘All cruelty springs from weakness,’ reads my ‘about me’ on orkut. As they say, God’s cruel (But when did ‘they’ say this?) For a long time, though, I distanced myself from this three-letter word. For now, I shall remove it from my conscience. Meanwhile, I have become a senior sub-editor. I mean, it’s good news and everything, and perhaps the shot in the arm that I needed. But I’ll let it pass for now.

Boom! ‘Now, now. It ain’t over yet!’ ‘Shucks man, how long will it go on?’ Seems like the Stormbringer has taken a liking to me. No lulls anymore.. no respite of change in sight. It’s gonna go on. Alter-ego’s back, and loving it. Jack Sparrow’s gonna be proud.

~ by gongoozler on August 26, 2007.