When life hurts, share a laugh!

The morning newspaper suggested so; I would share a blog instead, for four categories of people.

A, Those who lost touch with me years ago yet are bothered about me.

B, Those whom I am dying to say, “Please don’t call/ping me as I hate to bar/block anyone.”

C, Those who take the credits in “My Making”, and I never understood WHY?

D, Those who remained there and loved me for who I am – so when I started blocking my Gtalk contacts, only a handful remained. My friend from Hyderabad has already championed the art of Blocking-and-Unblocking:)

Dear all,

I can’t explain how beautiful my last evening was – the great food and drink added more to it but the retro journey was fabulous, to know if we did “the right things at the right time or not”.

For me, for the self-certified fool, “it has always been doing the wrong things.” My only breather was when one among the handful said “But you chose the right Prof to write your recommendation during your J-school admission.”

This time, it may not be the wrong time to ask a few people for a favour – those who didn’t need to talk against me as they don’t exist for me. Not because they have proved themselves to be pretentious human beings, who once claimed to change the world and now caught in their own little worlds. But because housewives (I don’t mind being politically incorrect in calling them housewives and not homemakers) can’t advice a journalist; it can’t get simpler.

A favour from those who thought to have spoon-fed and crawled along till I could walk – Well, it’s a popular myth, and I am running now. If they still suffer from such misconceptions then they should also be blamed for locking my mind – the mind that wouldn’t be a part of any fake intelligentsia, fake feminism, and fake secularism. For that matter, anything that was fake.

A favour from those whom I have forgiven for everything yet would hate to receive their calls or messages. I still don’t know whose virtue it was, and whose weakness.

That’s why when life hurts, unlike others I share a blog with those who simply hated my face, or with those whom it felt like the story of the Fox and the Grapes - It is easy to despise what you cannot get. Others would remain my Friends! Ah, the favour is the Foes and Foxes, please get the 'F' outta my life.

Cheers,
Me.