24,000

I have periods of scarce blogging. Whilst I rarely post here anymore, I always have one eye on it and try and append something whenever an opportunity presents itself. Some of my posts provide valuable insights to the places and events that I have recorded. Its good to see them pile on the numbers. Comments have dried out though. All of these ungrateful souls come in specifically for the information that they’re after, take all that they want and walk away. No thank you. I doubt that this blog will rise to its former glory. It was a time I’d blog about travel, bills and humorous incidents of the past. The author of chiragchamoli.wordpress.com, a blog that he has torn down used to be a regular reader and commentator. Ronald, the Prick etc. would stop by to avail of the free amusement on offer, generously leaving behind praise and good wishes. Some others too appreciated the efforts put in.All of that is in the past. Late in 2008 and a little into the second half of 2009. I remember those times fondly.

I find that things quieten down between March and June on all of my blogs. Nevertheless, this blog has just nudged past 24,000 hits. Well done me, I’m the best. Grandeur, bugger. Grandeur.

FIN

December it might be.

December it might be. This blog has been reduced to mere tag and comment. I feel sorry for this blog, a blog that provided me, and my faithful followers then, some terrific entertainment. Nevertheless, I’m asocial now. I do not social network. And hence, I’m not abreast with the lives and times of Seamus, Ronald, Duncan and the others. I hear from them once in a while. All of them are stuck with the very same issues of chics, work and their mental health issues yet. I ain’t interested. I have not read the newspaper or caught the news on television since August. I have disconnected myself from mainstream information, be in on television, print or from the horse’s/ mule’s / donkey’s mouths on Facebook. I like twitter though. YA YA YA YA YA. I follow travel blogs etc. Only travel blogs. YA YA YA YA YA YA. Anyway, I want to draw your attention to my posts of Dec’08 and Dec’09. I’d blog enthusiastically in ’08. Posts of ’09 suggest a desire to revive the blog. In ’10, I’m disconnected and disinterested, totally.

Happy Holidays!
FIN

Why don’t you take part in Mr. Bombay body building competitions?

“Bugger, my thighs have become nice and hard. I was very thin before. But now my thighs and calves have become nice and strong and hard!”

“Then why don’t you take part in Mr. Bombay body building contest?”

“Shaaaks.”

“Bugger, go, take part, and tell that chic from Delhi and the other from Calcutta to come apply oil on you, bugger!”

“HAHAHAHAHA”

“You’ll win bugger, you’ll win! Then you can get a job in the police or as a railway ticket checker!”

“HAHAHAHAAHHA”

Check out photos from last year:

Mr. Bombay photo set 1

Mr. Bombay photo set 2

Seamus and the trap

Attention: this post is a Shaaaks commemorative.

Seven and a half hours prior to commencement

Seamus stuck to his tasks. Of copywriting and theater. October would see Seamus act in a play, originally scripted in the 1950s. Oh, we’re in October. And the play is scheduled for this evening.

“16 hours it takes to make permanent dreadlocks. Now there is no time. So I’ll be getting temporary dreadlocks. With wax. I grew my hair long only because I wanted to get dreadlocks. Now though, there is no time.”

Construction workers on the go

I should make it a habit. I must carry my SLR/DSLR camera everywhere I go. Sunday, last, I was on my way to meet Seamus close to Fight Club. On the way, at a traffic light, I made this photo using the 1.3 megapixel camera that is embedded into my cellular device. For some reason, it didn’t turn out full size. Nevertheless, check these dudes out:

13000

It could have happened three months ago. Maybe four. But I slowed down. Considerably. In that time, I started several other blogs. On different subjects. But going slow.

Whilst at peak, I had 3-4 dedicated readers, and I’d have 3-4 comments waiting for a few hours after every post. But of late, I haven’t had a comment in months. It sucks.

As the charts suggest, hits’ve gone down. Posts too. Comments’ve dried off. Completly. I haven’t done a blog on Aniyan Kutty, Seamus, Ronald etc. in months. Readers loved these posts, about these people, characters inspired by real life people. Semi-fictional essays. Of events. Could I interest you with some of my best posts at http://shaaaks.wordpress.com/best-of/?

“Blog, bugger. Blog. Blog. YA YA YA YA!”

Its been ten weeks or so.

Aishwaria left Himanshu. Aishwaria and Himanshu’d been married for a year and five years. I don’t have the full juice.

Seamus is convinced that he has super powers. Signs of his progressively deteriorating mental health due to all the drugs he has been doing since the past half a decade.

Ronald conned his colleagues into thinking that they’d make more money by selling and servicing air conditioners on their own rather than marketing them for a retailer. His company is now registered.

Duncan bakes the odd duck.

Benjaman’s shifted residence. Ross’s rented one.

I’ve been busy. And there’s been the odd party. Every now and then.

And oh! I discovered a new board game. Card +board game. It is called Sequence. It’s brilliant.

I haven’t read a single blog during this time. Gautam did his birthday. He hired a DJ. Drugs were allowed. Marvel did his birthday too. No drugs though. We played games instead. Dimple celebrates her’s tomorrow. And Vidisha and Natalya thereafter.

FIN

I <3 Blogging, the design contest, this, my entry

I remember seeing the announcement, the I <3 thing, on wordpress.com, somewhere. I didn’t bother, at first. I’d think it’d be a design competition, theme designs, themes, for blogs, that’s what the voices in my head’d been telling me. Several weeks later, one Mr. Chirag Chamoli announced, that his design’d been through the priliminary rounds, at infectious.com, and now, elegible for vote. “What’s a blog without the community and comments?”, thought Chirag, the crux of his design.

Mr. Bombay Bodybuilding Championships photos

December 2008. 12:01 PM

“Bugger, you’re coming today, right?”

“Shaaaks, bugger! Bugger, shaaaks! Where are you? What time will you be at the venue?”

“I’m in the bus! I’ll be reaching there by 2 o’clock!”

“Shaaaks, bugger! I have to have my bath! Then have lunch! Then I’ll leave by 1:30. I’ll reach Juhu only by 2.. 2:30!”

“YA YA YA YA don’t worry! Take your time! It starts only at 4!”

“Cool. I’ll see you!”

“..we have to be very careful, bugger!”

“Bugger, did you read Geoffery’s blog?”

“YA, bugger.. chewteaya he is, bloody pleasuriser! He’s a pleasuriser man!”

“NO NO NO NO NO NO, bugger. He does not pleasuriser!”