Scene: Me is sitting staring the the 'Compose' window, not typing a word. Other-Me is yapping non-stop somewhere in the vicinity of the brain. Other-Me's voice sounds strangely familiar. The sarcasm is definitely familiar.
Other Me: So, write something fantabulously awesome that'll shake the entire blogosphere and bring them all to your blog-step!
Me: Oh yeah? Like what?
Other Me: I don't know! But something really really cool.
Me: Ice?
Other Me: Funny?
Me: (dejected) No. But it's irritating when you have to convey something really huge and you don't find the words!
Other Me: Ok ok, don't go all polyglot-ic on me. How about google-ing for an image. It is equal to a thousand words you know.
Me: You think I didn't do that already, you knucklehead? Why don't you just shut the heck up for a while and let me think?
Other-Me: Oh, but I can't shut up. You know I can't. You can't shut up! How can I? Maybe you should just let me do the writing. Like you always do. *smirk*
Me: WHAT??!! HOW DARE YOU insinuate that I pass off your work as mine? How dare you, you..you cheater, pumpkin-eater?
Other-Me: Fine, fine. It's all your work. Now get to the work at hand. Write something good. But sweetheart, pumpkin-eater? Seriously? That's all you could come up with?
Me: *through gritted teeth* I will not swear or name-call on this blog, so shut it.
Other-Me: Oh right. Forgot. Did you wash the blog with turmeric and apply kumkum on it today? How about actually using that coconut you bought 2 weeks back? Can I get some camphor?
Me: Leave me alone!!!!!!!!!!!
Other-Me: Can't.
Me: Can too.
Other-Me: Can too not.
Me: You mean 'cannot'?
Other-Me: Whatever. *long series of beeps that can't be typed on a public domain*
Me: Ok!! No point resisting you. Give me one good idea and I swear I'll treat you like an equal.
Other-Me: God promise? You will?
Me: I will. *fingers crossed behind back - loophole for the promise*
Other-Me: You do realize I can know that you intend to cheat, right?
Me: *giving up* Fine fine fine! Tell me.
Other-Me: Considering the dire straits you're in, and considering the fact that your mental health is my mental health and considering the fact that I do owe you one from long time ago and considering...
Me: You know, I would like to publish a post on this blog at least before 2080 so...
Other-Me: *Dont-push-your-luck-too-far-or-I'll-have-to-kill-you look* considering the very obvious fact that your writing skills are fast drying up, I will give you one piece of advice.
Me: Which is?
Other-Me: Just say it.
Me: Er, what?
Other-Me: No big hungama, no party-ish shouting, no fancy pictures from Google, nothing. Just say it. Those few words. Say it.
Me: *bewildered*
Other-Me: What? You got a better idea, chum?
Me: No. This is it.
Other-Me: Then go! Now! Before they all leave. Go!!
So, Me is writing the following in the 'Compose' window and hitting 'Publish' -
This is my 200th post. I'm happy for me! (going 'YAY!!'). Thank you, my silent and not-so-silent readers, who put up with everything that I post here and who actually come back (God bless you!) and say nice things about what I write. It's easy to say that I write only for myself yada yada yada, but the honest truth is, after a point, it gets really lonely writing just for yourself (and the occasional spammer advertising engine oil). It could be no big deal for you leaving a comment, but if you're also a blogger you'll know it's a huge deal to see a comment on something you felt about and penned. And if I'm still here, still writing, still yappin', it's because of you. Yes you, right there, reading this line. :-) Thank you. You've been great, and I do hope I can keep you interested in Thought Process, at least for a little while longer. And I'll sincerely try not to get this mushy again. But maybe for my 300th post, no? :-)
Other-Me: See? That wasn't so bad after all, was it?
Me: *relieved* So now I have to treat you like an equal?
Other-Me: *strutting about proudly inside head* You bet, lady!
Me: In your dreams, you nut! *wicked grin*
Other-Me: Hey!! That's not...
Other-Me's voice fades out. Enter Bryan Adams with 'Summer of 69'.
P.S: 200! Two hundred! 2 followed by 2 whole zeroes. Yippie! Woohoo!!! I did it! I lasted this long! *goes away imagining Oscar statuette in hand, acceptance speech in mind*
Do not think, 'Oh, why does she boast?' Writing was something I've wanted to do most, So, went the whole hog, And got myself a blog - Welcome, people, to my one hundredth post!
I did it! No big deal in a cosmic sense, but for little earth people like me - sure made my day to see that magical 3 digit number on my blog. Is it weird that it feels like an achievement of sorts? Maybe because it amazes me that I was (am?) committed to the blogging cause for so long - I rarely do that, you know.
What started as a trivial thing I did to get over my homesickness when I was in the US has now, to put it mildly, become a part of my life. It does sound lame (ofcourse it is lame - it's a blog, for godsakes!), but then, there isn't much avenue to do something creative in my profession, so this is how I make it up. I'm glad I didnt take up writing full time though - would have been a disaster - I cannot imagine doing this for my daily idli (not a big fan of bread, so...)!
Seems such a long way from the '50 not out', but here I am! :-)
So..here's to me and my blog! :-) Yes, I can be this self-centered at times - actually, most times. I was born this way.
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