Now I do realise, that the last post was a bit- for the dearth of a better word, blunt. Amongst rejoicing girl friends, are frowning friends, that keep it no secret, that they wouldn't have had the guts to say all this on a blog. " I keep a personal diary for that " he says. My reply: Chubbe .( yaar, bura mat maanio, varna main ro doonga)
But I do agree to an extent, that the girlfriend - the metaphoric " love of my life " ( while she competes fo the title with a few - no not women, but edible delicacies), needs to be kept out. Out of the blog I meant.
Now, for a good twenty seconds there, I wondered why I added the last sentence. Vaise main thoda darpok toh hoon hi, yes, self confessed. The lesson is, no matter how verbose a conversation it becomes, never forget to add the vital words. "Kept out" and "kept out of the blog" , could have made a difference.
Now it suddenly struck me, what a blog like this could do to you. It could establish you as the " intellectual" , given cutting/copying and pasting from an ageing intellectual blog has never caused you to reintrospect your moral conscience. Though, I am yet to do that, but you wouldn't believe me , would you?
Also, the blog might as well, refurbish your "lover boy" image. It's only when you come back to your room , heavy headed , with drooping shoulders, having spent the entire day with "her" ( don't make me say the word again and again), that it dawns on you, " Aaj toh compliment dena hi bhool gaya !", followed by a well fretted " Ab kya hoga ?" followed by a further fretted, " Kahin kuch ho naa jaaye!". This, my friends, forces our variety of boyfriends, to turn on the table lamp and wield our mental pen, like stilletto dipped in red colored vitriol, that too in a heart shaped ink pot.
I do agree though, that the very post may look obnoxiously silly the following day, but then it establishes another side of you: "He's silly ,he's normal" , followed by a handshaking of links, with an underlined message: "Look look, he's so mad about me !!". Now I, the silly, can only smirk at that. No, not derogatorily.
Kuch soch rahe ho? Arre sahi soch rahe ho. I've been gifted my creative freedom. I can write and she won't feel offended. I can already imagine myself to be in the shoes of Kishore Singh, whose USP is to bitch about his wife in the newspaper. I can sense, that we're deriving this satonical satisfaction, though he's being paid to do that and I'm not. And you do get, that while this post started of with "keeping the girlfriend out", out of the blog I meant, it has been , more inevitably, about her . Such is life.
But I do agree to an extent, that the girlfriend - the metaphoric " love of my life " ( while she competes fo the title with a few - no not women, but edible delicacies), needs to be kept out. Out of the blog I meant.
Now, for a good twenty seconds there, I wondered why I added the last sentence. Vaise main thoda darpok toh hoon hi, yes, self confessed. The lesson is, no matter how verbose a conversation it becomes, never forget to add the vital words. "Kept out" and "kept out of the blog" , could have made a difference.
Now it suddenly struck me, what a blog like this could do to you. It could establish you as the " intellectual" , given cutting/copying and pasting from an ageing intellectual blog has never caused you to reintrospect your moral conscience. Though, I am yet to do that, but you wouldn't believe me , would you?
Also, the blog might as well, refurbish your "lover boy" image. It's only when you come back to your room , heavy headed , with drooping shoulders, having spent the entire day with "her" ( don't make me say the word again and again), that it dawns on you, " Aaj toh compliment dena hi bhool gaya !", followed by a well fretted " Ab kya hoga ?" followed by a further fretted, " Kahin kuch ho naa jaaye!". This, my friends, forces our variety of boyfriends, to turn on the table lamp and wield our mental pen, like stilletto dipped in red colored vitriol, that too in a heart shaped ink pot.
I do agree though, that the very post may look obnoxiously silly the following day, but then it establishes another side of you: "He's silly ,he's normal" , followed by a handshaking of links, with an underlined message: "Look look, he's so mad about me !!". Now I, the silly, can only smirk at that. No, not derogatorily.
Kuch soch rahe ho? Arre sahi soch rahe ho. I've been gifted my creative freedom. I can write and she won't feel offended. I can already imagine myself to be in the shoes of Kishore Singh, whose USP is to bitch about his wife in the newspaper. I can sense, that we're deriving this satonical satisfaction, though he's being paid to do that and I'm not. And you do get, that while this post started of with "keeping the girlfriend out", out of the blog I meant, it has been , more inevitably, about her . Such is life.
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