Serendipity of Nonsense

Nostalgia is an odd thing. It garbles your hindsight and does weird things to your mind's eye. So that no matter how heinous a time you've had back in the sulky past, all you remember is a warm glow of contentment, bathed in a soft golden-yellow twilight.  Look at the past through sepia-tinted glasses and you don't see the jagged edges that ripped your emotions back then. You don't hear the false notes that ran fingernails down the chalkboard of your soul. You start forgiving people for minor personality flaws. All you remember is the good times, the cheer, the frolic. You remember how this one time, so-and-so said this-and-that to whats her name and how you all laughed together. You remember that prank you guys played on Professor A, how that one and this one were caught and oh, the times you all passed out shit-faced after a night of binge studying. Good times, good times, you think. The problem is that nostalgia is a lot like alcohol. It can only make...

               An avowal of all the beeeeeeeeeeeeeg events of my life was the sole purpose of this blog, but somewhere along the way the 'big' got replaced by erratic and random, and then further down, the word 'events' pretty much got lost in its own self. The loss of the word 'events' was made clearer with my intense need to reiterate the fact that my life was getting dull, duller than Dr.Phil on a rainy day. So I was pretty much left with 'erratic' and 'random', which I have been using to their full advantage, as you'd know if you have been around here awhile. But those of you who haven't, yes, I love to call myself  ' nonsense ' and yes, randomly droning on absolutely nothing at all is something I do with great pride. But I veer away (as usual). I am back here, rather surprisingly because lately the idea of the blog being left untouched is better than having something to write about. I hereby announce that I am almos...

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...