When tho' are bored,Bore the others!

Now,that's as succinct a disclaimer I can ever come up with. Its the title that I'm talking about.So,knowing me as you do,you would probably have your cursor move towards that nice little icon on the top right marked 'X' & be done with it for good.After all,there are a million things that one might engage in rather than reading up the rants of a deranged mind.This post then,is primarily meant for those who have been secretly nourishing hopes of hurling brickbats at me.The comments column has been kept open for all brethren and sundry precisely for this purpose.C'mmon guys,this is the one-off chance that I'm givin u!

Quite frankly,I've begun to detest the idea of blogging. This has partly to do with the fact that I am perennially short on ideas.I've always felt that god has given me less in the head & more around the waist,the results of which has been largely disastrous.I had once attempted to cut my mom's hair while she was sleeping,the rationale being that wouldn't be a bad idea after all for women to have hair cuts like men.Posterity would have it though,that it was the single most innovative idea that ever entered my vacuous head. The odds,therefore are,heavily against my coming up with an idea.And when I eventually do,after subjecting my unrelenting head to extreme torture, I'm faced with another roadblock,which reads in BIG,bold letters "inferiority complex".Most of my friends who blog are,much as I hate to admit,very good writers(& hence,better writers) . And more often than not, their posts make mine look like some poor,third world third world bauble.

Continuing with my aimless blabber, there are a host of other things that I'm better off doing.For instance,with my placements round the corner,I'd be better served preparing for it.Or perhaps I could help out my mother who seems to be eternally busy with her culinary labors, making sure that her prodigal son didn't miss out on that scrumptious lunch(or was it dinner?).Or perhaps,I could take out my GF on my Hayabusa,burning rubber all along the way to some cineplex,much to the chagrin of all the fellow on-lookers.Now,before you resolve to catch me by my neck & grill me on this GF issue,I hasten forth with my disclaimer:In all my 20 years,I have never ever come even remotely close to having a GF,or even a Hayabusa for that matter.It therefore follows that,this entire thing is nothing but a fantasy.I may further go on to add that, my interaction with the fairer species,if thats the appropriate word,is almost minimal.Even on those rare occasions on which I actually get to speak with them,my conversation entirely revolves around things like "hy!howdy??","howz life??","howz acads??" & a dozen other standard rhetorics which I'm not going to put down here.You may therefore appreciate the fact that my so called "interaction" doesn't last any longer than 1 min30seconds.I see I've far digressed from the actual topic.I just can't come up with anything.For all my ability to yap endlessly,all that I can now come up with is a "ooooooo........ aaaaaaaaaaa.............. eeeeeeeee...... yaaaaaaaaaaaaa........."

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Period.Dont tell me you didn't read the disclaimer!

P.S:The author didn't like the screenplay of Bluffmaster one bit(bells ringing???)!