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Self-Obsessed Blogger
I have this lame side that always mesmerizes me!
I mean every time I scribble something I feel I m the next Arundhati Ray (or Shakespeare may be what’s the harm in dreaming ) in making . I would have this sheer helluva moments within myself.
I mean every time I scribble something I feel I m the next Arundhati Ray (or Shakespeare may be what’s the harm in dreaming ) in making . I would have this sheer helluva moments within myself.
Await for nostalgic fan mails to flood my mail box.Innumerable comments and a sheer addition on my followers list.(What more does any blogger want!)
But nothing would happen ..I would keep refreshing the mail to check whether any notifications are there (and nothing would come through. What is the world up to? I would feel so aggrieved) Except for a little tits and bits of appreciation from some good hearted blogging friends (who understand your plight...kind of have gone through the same and now have become blogging moguls of their genre).
There would be nothing at all !
There would be nothing at all !
By the time evening succumbs the whole excitement would
dilute. I would undergo a phase of extinct hyperbolic reactions and would
shut down the laptop swearing to never pen down anything.This world is so selfish not to notice a talent germinating.
Walk up to my mother
and she would talk about innumerable stories how the most reckoned people have
witnessed such low phases in life.A downward curve is always an indication of
high rise and I would come back to open the lappy and become
the self-obsessed blogger again ! :) Thinking the world waits to witness ME!
Amazing is the seesaw that my emotion plays...This expectation trend goes on
and on...everytime the ink sheds itself on paper and flashes my thoughts !
Weird I am and Weird are my ways!
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