THE BORED BLOGGER

Here I am sitting staring at the monitor for the last one decade ready to blog with a totally empty mind; but yet I have to blog since I cannot survive without blogging . Infact I have been cursing my son for the last 6 months not for anything but for initiating me in to this wonderful world of the play of words .The big problem with me is that I have a nasty habit of getting in to the so called conditioned reflexes and becoming an addict very fast and the withdrawal symptoms are very painful . In short I have become an obsessive compulsive blogger .In this very short time frame I have sometimes felt the birth pangs and agony of a mother delivering a beautiful kid or sometimes a malformed baby . At other times after a blog I get the pleasurable inevitable relief after shitting or pissing; of throwing out the inner dirt as you may term it .Only occasionally or rather rarely do I get the ectasy of a sexual act with a consenting partner with a satisfying tiredness succeeding it or very very rarely the guilty magical pleasure after a blogging with a secret partner so to say .After enjoying or suffering such devastating feelings the blogger in me has to suffer the ultimate humiliation when he gets the nausea but nothing to vomit out ,just like in the present moment when he comes out with the last resort ; i.e when he stoops to the abyss by putting his fingers deep in to his throat and sets in an artificial act of vomiting bringing out nothing at the same time getting the abdominal cramps .

Here I have been sitting ,wondering ,pondering about how to handle such a delicate sensitive matter of utmost concern to me;you may dismiss it just like that with that funny wave of hand..Yes I now have come to a firm conviction or that decisive moment in history or destiny beckones me to announce to the world that I am a WRITER,one who can write , like a driver- one who can drive.Now” Shyam” I can see your eyebrows shifting 2 mms upwards and your lips quivering “how dare you”.I can understand your envy ,but you cannot just help it .Just because I happen to be a born writer as my nanny used to say {infact the family astrologer had predicted decades back about the arrival of the Messiah”,}doesn’t mean that you or infact any one need to read me ;that is of the least concern to me because my duty is only to write not expecting any result and dedicate it at the feet of Kesava thus freeing myself from the bondage to the reader if such a person exists .
In fact I believe there are five varieties or species of writers in general , 1. those who write for themselves .2 those who write for the others 3 those who write for the sake of writing 4.those who cannot , but yet try.5.those who can , but are too talented to give it a try .I believe that I can have a decent claim for the third category who are devoting their whole life for a noble cause i.e to enrich the very act of writing . not bothered about the whole community of readers . After much research I have been told or rather informed by reliable sources that my so called writings have been much lauded by my eldest son which , they have assured me , will last till his marriage and the rest being my colleagues which is also predicted will last, till my transfer or retirement which ever is the earliest..Ofcourse it will be a blasphemy if I fail to mention my devoted wife who gets the honour of the preview and who always tries her level best to save the readers from the agony by dumping it to the waste paper basket saying she mistook it for an office paper or for that matter my servant maid who boasts to all that my yessaman{master} is a great writer since she is a stranger to English or for that matter any language and retrives my crumpled notes from the waste paper basket.What ever you may say or not say I am an obsessive compulsive writer and will remain so, for the near future .P.T.O
As for as the rewinding of the current year in its final dying moments ,it has been a sensational epoch making year for me like 1979.Let me list it in chronological order.The first five months died as usual and the second half turned out to be at first menacing ,agonizing and shocking resulting in testing my tenacity like say the first five wickets being down for under 50 with Macgrath and Lee on fire at Gabba and Rahul dravid and Kaif braving it out and getting India to a position of safety at around 250 for 5 .Some how or other I managed to survive the storm only to find that some thing beautiful had happened and that LIFE has always a way of evening out events and making us richer and fuller and thus I discovered INDU .The next unexpected thing was my son pushing me out in to the emancipating world called the art of blogging . it was the second greatest turning point in my life after my grand dad APPA introduced me to the world of books starting with” Ambulimama”. And the third and most interesting event to occur was that CALL from the WILD one of the most fantastic calls ever to grace my life Thus ends my spectacular year in prospective .