Serendipity of Nonsense

Whoaah!! I kept my promise. Back on the 7th day since the last time I wrote. But this time its not the love to write something that got me here, its a shhhhh... issue. An issue which was nice enough when it was hidden it the dark alleyways but now its become public. My reader's feed dropped down to 5! Oh mi god, I cannot take it anymore. When I started off in 2006, i had 67 readers on an average day, it dropped to 30 in March-May'2010, and now its 5! FIVE! I should jump off in a pool of guilt stricken oil.  As I think about this, the song on my playlist changes to " When I Grow Up " and marne ka plan cancel.  Remember 2008, Pussycat Dolls , their first single. Rack your brains if you didn't get it yet. How hey made regular appearances on the MTV shaking their booties and crooning "When I grow up, I wanna be famous", yay!  The song itself is totally PCD (pussy cat dolls), bimbotic, neither jam nor a particular alternative one, just...

Obviously you can trust me when I say that I will post everyday albeit regularly with the same degree of trust when your boyfriend who has been cheating on you says "This was just one time, it was a mistake!! I plomish baby never again. Pleeeej trust me" The other day I was making cupcakes and a thought flew by. Wish the world had an Instant Cupcake Maker; you know the way we have Instant Coffee Maker Machine or the Soda-Maker Machine. Then you have books that could be turned into machines Robert Allen's One Minute Millionaire . One button, one minute AaannDD you are a freaking Millionaire. If the height of spirituality increases anymore then we ought to have a " Instant Robin Sharma Maker Machine ", button dabaya aur bas! You could get a cup full of instant spirituality, self discovery and even an FIR report on "Which monk sold whose Ferrari and where did he steal it from" for a certain MRP with Service Tax. Talk about spirituality and not me...