THE DIARY

Its nearly a dreadful year of my abstinence from blogs and what a year it turned out for me.The year opened its account with my father’s exiting the stage ,soon followed by the diving markets wiping out more than 50% off my kitty,and still the onslaught continues with out any respite and when ever I try to steady the Nifty with my retirement funds the F I Is start selling.In short I am short of funds and the resultant withdrawal affected my English and I couldn’t blog.Come new year I thought I will make some fresh attempts,but nothing comes out ,I am totally empty and disgusted.So I have dropped all ideas to project my depressed self in Microsoft word.Now in my sullen mood I think I ought to write my diary atleast.But the concept of diary is in its privacy -- a sort of mental intercourse, no--- more like a masturbation.But the problem is, it is not for the exhibitionist like me,I am so vane u see.So it shall be a public diary where anybody or everybody can spit and enjoy at my expense I don’t give a damn,I can endure severely and even enjoy being humiliated.,no problem there.So why not give it a try?So now I shall ask my bank manager for a diary and start the earliest,the tamil new year [ Pongal according to karunanidhi,his greatest contribution to the pandees]. But how to make it public?,stop,babbling or blogging and start diarrying through the net,---can be leaked through your blog site--- no body can sue you for public lying or sophisticated truths resembling nasty lies or vice versa,only basic understanding being no facts,no news or scandals only verbal assassinations,suicidal criticisms.