Archive for the ‘life’ Tag

April? So Be It!

Old faithfuls, new hopefuls, here I am again. I’ve been harping about revealing myself in February – well, that didn’t happen. Well, I won’t disappoint you any more. April it shall be. The month of Amusement and Admiration. Er, ignore the corny adjectives. What I mean to say is that I am back in town and I am going to rock your lives more than ever this summer.

The heat wave was intensely powerful as I stepped off my plane last night. I’ve been cruising around the globe, trying to find Raj, the scum of the earth, and teach him not to meddle in my life. Turns out, among his other nefarious talents, hiding is one. I couldn’t find him, but rest assured, I will. And when I do, Bangalore and the whole world will see. And experience. And talk about it for a long, long time.

Can’t really say how much longer now. It should be any day. When I reveal myself, you will be astounded. There is more to life than a heat wave and commercialized cricket. You’ll see.

Wait. Watch. And Learn.

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.