The Post Which Tells A Made Up Story

This is my first post in what seems an eternity. There seemed no point in continuing a blog if I was posting so erratically. Besides, all that I was posting was a load of crap ayway, pretty much like low-grade freestyle-rap. If you do not happen to understand that analogy, dont bother trying.

Top that off with my waning interest in blogs, and there was no reason to post. I went from checking blogroll a couple dozen times a day, to once in two days. Part of the reason is clear if you looked at what utter tripe there was to read, but I digress. Back to the main point. Surprisingly, there actually is one.

There are times when you begin to feel a bit down. Not really depressed, no, that would be too strong a word. Something right in between chronic depression and being your usual self. There are several key events which trigger this, but more on that later. When you are a bit dispirited, you tend to try indulging in activities which help you forget that. For some odd reason, i began reading the archives of my blog.

At some point in this garguantian task, I came across loads of utter dross I had written a while back – I was so ashamed (not really, just making this part up), I almost ended up deleting the blog altogether (like i said, just making it up as i go along), leaving only an apology post online. (You just wish that happened, dont you?) A good nights sleep later, and with my spirits a tad higher than they were the day before, I decided instead to delete certain posts. Those posts were either written badly, or were the ones in which I took my incessant whining to completely new levels. A level in fact, which would put Arsene Wenger at his whingeing best to shame. And then there were some which were disses in one form or other.

Thus, i ended up deleting most of the posts, leaving just a little over twenty. An apology to those few who actually read this (yes, that would be the three of you, standard line, innit?) for subjecting them to some downright nonsensical drivel (not really) over the past several months would be in order, but i’ll leave that for later.

So, anyway, what cataclysm triggered this sequence of events, you ask? What possible apocalytic (sic) event could have led to this? What happening could lead a rabid power-metal fan like myself to dig out and listen to misery-laced rap? Its funny, you know, what turning 20 can do to you. It forces a huge debate inside your head, mostly on the lines of “Holy sodding Hell! What is happening?“. Top that off with Liverpool’s poor run in the EPL, the mounting number of unfinished projects and the lack of new games to slog, and you begin to feel a bit down.

But eventually, you tire of all the contemplation. One fine day, when you are busy following up a thread of thought processes in your head, you suddenly lose interest in it, and with a vehement “Eh! F*ck it!“, you get back to wasting time the way you always used to. Soon, Liverpools form improves. your attention shifts from games to movies and sitcoms.

Anyway now, the project-load has cleared up. Things are looking betternow for Liverpool. I am done slogging a total of six seasons of TV series. My interest in blogs is back. And I am back to the blogosphere, spreading hatred and flicking everything which can click. Dont like the sound of that, do you?

-> Badrinath.S

P.S : The net connection, and WLAN in general have been so bad, I hope there is some reduction in the fees they extort out of us. Why should I pay for infrastructure, if the blighted infrastructure doesnt sodding work? Atleast its gotten better the past week.

P.P.S : Liverpool being linked with a takeover by Dubai International Capital. If it happens, they should get a much needed cash injection. *looks cautiously optimistic*

Currently Slogging Through : My Chemical Romance

Their best song (imo) : Helena