and then, there was blogus

the very existence of blogus does seem incredibly weary...cooped up in a 6X4 cubicle all day, staring intently and relentlessly at my thinking, blinking companion. reading stories off the "urban legends" website does seem rather mundane now...to welcome change and celebrate novelty, i unhesitatingly registered and am typing what can be classified as my very first blog on blogspot...

more staring, more blinking and more "exciting new offers" pop up on my screen...never ceasing to add little snippets of excitement in my routine grey life..few strained patches of "californication" filter through the (heavy with boredom) air and reach my cubicle. no-one else seems to have noticed...all all, no-one else is working, hallucinating, trying-to-work, giving up hope...like me.

female foeticide, death of croc hunter, yamini something or the other...wisps of smoke, rhythmic drumming sounds from the nearby "pandal" being constructed, polyphonic ringtones, humourless laughter, return to reality.....................................................................................................


stories from "urban legends seems to be the only salvation....and blogus, remains suspended, incomplete.....like the rest of my work piled up on the table.