Archive for the ‘i arrive’ Tag

The Crumbling Of The Cookies

It’s true, I’ve been running high on paranoia the past few days. Whatever I do, it seems that there’s someone on my heels all the time. There are doors that are left open and I’m sure I’ve locked them. There are books left astray on the shelf and I’m quite meticulous about them. There are numbers stored on my phones and in my dialed lists – numbers I’ve never seen in my life; numbers that don’t exist when dialed.

I have a pretty good idea what’s happening and I’m sure who’s behind all this. It’s time I introduce you to this man called Raj. He’s a self-obsessed sonofabitch who’s done me no good. He’s a living breathing example of scum. I hate him from the bottom of my heart, and I thought he was dead. I really thought he was dead! It would have been good riddance! Now, I’m sure he’s back, and he probably wants to get even.

It’s been quite a lean 18 months for me, without a challenge. I guess now that Raj is back, I’m getting more and more excited, as each day grows. If you’re reading this, Raj, you can go screw yourself. Where the hell are you, anyway? If you are after my money, you need to show yourself. I never thought subtlety was your forte.

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So, This Is Bangalore!

I’ve been on a flight for the past fifteen hours, and as soon as I stepped out into the Bangalore airport, my first thought was – “I have arrived!”

I looked around at the people and saw only guinea pigs running inside an endless wheel, and felt more than pity for them. There are quite a few things I’m good at, and spending time pitying other people isn’t one of them. I moved on to collect my things, thanked the captain and the first officer for their patience, and climbed into the waiting limousine parked at the foot of the stairs. Private hangars are never hard to come by if you can dig deep enough into your wallet.

I think, perhaps, mine was the only limousine on the roads of this city yesterday. If you saw it, you probably got a glimpse of me too.

It’s been close to 18 months since I’ve been to Bangalore. Last time I was here, I had to leave suddenly due to certain events I’d rather forget but can’t. To come back to this place seems a bit foolish at first thought, but then, tying up loose ends is one of the things I’m good at. I have to do this, no two ways about it.

I am in Bangalore. I have arrived to make a difference in your lives, people. Watch out, and watch this space. Your lives are going to be changed in more ways than one.

The Successor Arrives!

Okay, here’s the deal, folks. Without mincing words, this is my first time. Yeah, a blog virgin I am. It’s about time I took some advice seriously. Any advice. Thirteen times yesterday I was told to start a blog, fifteen the day before and if I had to count the number of times in the whole month, I’d take up a career in accounting.

“Get blogging, man,” was the mediocre one and, “With the kind of gift you have, you should be out there, telling people your story!” being the more verbose one. These are just opinions, I’m sure, but some of them went into the not-so-laconic hysterics and literally begged me to reveal myself – to express my views and opinions, to take birth in the vast, over-populated expanse of the internet that is so astronomically called the blogosphere. I heeded.

Whatever happens here, I’m quite certain I’m going to enjoy it. So, what does it mean, to have a blog? Come on, give me a few of your opinions and let’s compare them against my archaic notions. I am The Successor, and I’m here to make a difference.

Who the heck am I, you ask? That’s the point, isn’t it? No one knows. I have half a mind to reveal myself sooner or later, but if I do, I’m afraid certain events will happen that will make The Big Bang seem like a slap against the thigh, all puns intended.