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Coffy bite, Deepika and bad radio- a useless blog post



Disclaimer: I write this as I wait for my “employer” to assign me work. 

Yes, I have Job (or something like that). 

Yes, I am getting paid.

 I’m high on 6 Coffee Bites right now, listening to some dude on the radio going on  and on about what he thinks girls look for in a guy- he has to smoke, but should give up just for her (isn’t this a movie dialogue?), he must wear branded apparel, and must possess an Apache or a Pulsar. A car works just as fine yada yada yada…

 Make that 7 Coffee Bites.

I never really thought of writing a blog. I always felt that writing a blog requires a certain amount of finesse. They are supposed to exude your feelings/ thoughts in a funny, yet intellectually satisfying way. Possibly give an insight into the workings of your mind (or minds, if you are a schizophrenic like us), I don’t know how this works *shrugs*. Unlike the stuff you post on facebook, blog posts have to be intellectual, funny and most definitely no cat pics. Or cat videos. 

Sorry grumpy cat.

 (Just in on the radio- Deepika Padukone is the most desirable woman of 2012…. (Huh?) She beat the likes of Katrina Kaif and Chitrangada Singh to win this coveted title…

What the fuck man?  Who judged this?)

So why did I start this blog? 

Vasuki Raghavan.

Now, I don’t know him personally. Haven’t met him, don’t know how tall he is, and he doesn’t know how I look like. But he is one of those rare species who posts funny, original content on facebook. Not a lot of people on my friend list do that, so, Respect!  (Here’s his blog Doodles of a crazy man. Makes for an absolutely wonderful read.)

One fine day, sometime last week, he tells me I need to start writing a blog. I have immense respect for him, so I seriously think it over, and ideas flood my semi-defunct brain. I hadn’t written anything these past few days, and figured this would be a fine way to start writing again. But then, my laziness gets in the way. So  I keep putting it off. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tom…

Until two other people suggested that I do just that, in the same week (actually they were like “I like what you write”, and I assumed they want me to write more. I also assumed that they wanted to buy me lunch, but that never happened :[)

That’s how I find myself typing away 400+ words listening to bad radio. One of the main reasons why I start this in haste is to test the Zeigarnik Effect, and because I am bored. I hope to write better stuff, under better conditions (oreos + Vivaldi, chewing gum + Iron Maiden, you get the idea) and not necessarily when I’m bored.

This blog will mostly contain my rants, book/ movie reviews, and other general bullshittery.

P.S- I know this is a piece of crap. But this is the threshold- this is as bad as it can get. Or that’s what we can hope for :D Thanks for reading….

P.P.S- I’m Batman.

P.P.P.S- No he’s not.

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