Facebook:Bringing back playground horrors
I remember the good old junior school playground rules: any boy wearing pink would have his dignity ripped apart; “just holding” your sister’s Cinderella doll was not an offence that came with an escape clause. There was no place on the team for that guy who couldn’t throw the ball without looking like a cow [...]
World Sucks Update 1
My previous post was a failure, of sorts. The “complete” sort.
Traffic is still the same old crawling Hosur Road type and no one gave an insight about what they wanted me to write either. Thanks a lot you scumbags.
In the meanwhile, I’ve had glimpses of a life- of the “get a life!” brand. I’ve been writing more and meeting new people and now know where earrings are bought; as opposed to Facebook duels with every rodent in the world who suddenly has an opinion about sport. Heck, I even got Comedy Central on a permanent basis now.
But, like the advertisments on Comedy Central remind me, the world will always be bad enough to fit in my blog.
For one, the PU board has messed up again. The lecturers were happy with what they were being paid until last year; but how could they let this opportunity slip? After all with the hysteria of paper-leakage, dates being moved, the fact that a woman is the head and inspiration from the VERY CLASSY lawyers of Bangalore it was just the PERFECT time to ‘strike’ about a pay-raise. Yep, perfect way to get back at us students; and very fair too, because if they didn’t have good education opportunities, neither should we. Extremely fair.
What that also did is change the order of everything related to university admissions in such a way that even Engineering itself is forcing me to pursue Engineering. All Journalism passion can wait another 4 years.
It also delays the date of my first day at the Sportskeeda office.
However, an opportunity presented itself and now I’m also part of a team that runs a whole page in the Bangalore Mirror. Sweet, innit?
Not so much. But I’ll wait a few weeks before I can start belting editorials and media houses and sub-standard writing.
I can’t remember or think of much more write about so I’ll sum up: PU board sucks, men from the 70s and 80s suck, Vijay Mallya sucks, engineering sucks, journalism isn’t sucking me hard enough, girls on Facebook find new ways to get annoying, IIT-Madras thinks they can stop rape by assigning women with whistles and I’ve run out of Glucon-D. Orange flavour, damn it.
But, I have a life.
Do you? Leave a comment!
Why am I?
I’ve just recovered. The past month or so, the Karnataka Pre-University Exam Board has constantly beaten me: 1) by making me “remember” Math ; 2) by making me “remember” Math.
I’d be eligible for criminal prosecution if  I went on to type what I really want to say about the board: words that walk on close terms with adjectives such as ‘pathetic’, ‘needy’ and ‘substandard’. So I wont say them.
Its so bad, I’m actually using Google search to sound smart, as opposed to saying, “This board has put so much in my head I can’t do anything properly only, thoo!” Because that really is the only way I can talk at the moment. Words not coming only da.
Anyway, about a month ago, when Rahul Dravid retired, I wrote this letter to him. I thought I was being unique, writing a letter instead of putting numbers and all, like everyone else. But it turned out a lot of people had been unique before me. But it also turned out that my uniqueness caught more attention(which is why I bragged about being quoted in Times of India) than the others. If you’ve been a blogger, you love the feeling when everyone’s reading you and sharing your writing. I was beyond happy with my 2 new subscribers and my few inbox messages. I even convinced myself that I’m this new Internet celebrity in some small Rahul Dravid complex somewhere. As it turns out, there isn’t such a complex and more disappointingly, the traffic on this blog is back to averaging about -23 people per day. Yeah, negative.
So what is this? I want it to sound like I really have something on mind, but its nothing more than a “please read me” shout and nothing less than a “I don’t have a life” wail.
Really, I don’t. I sit in front of the computer when I’m not sitting behind the guy in front of me on the bus which travels just the one route. Then I point at trucks/banners/sewer pipes/lawns/aunties and say critical stuff; and then call myself a cynic.
That’s why I started this blog at all. Because I thought everyone finds opinions from people like me interesting, no matter how bad they want to believe I’m not making fun of them too. Now I just happen to know that neither am I respected and nor is my writing.
So I asked myself, “Why am I?”
P.S: Nah, I didn’t ask myself that. I didn’t even think all that. I just had to start writing before my free-host took away my website. That’s how I’m going to get traffic, no? When I write?
P.P.S: Sorry, sorry. What kind of stuff should I really be writing about? Please leave a comment, no? PLEASE?
