Anon Issues.......and other cribs.

Dear Anonymous,

I honestly think you have no life. Honestly. Do you have a life, or were you just born to spend it trying to make other bloggers feel miserable? Let me tell you, you fail. You suck. And over all, you have no etiquettes, no courtesy at all. You use words like B*@#h, OH MY GAWD! Didn’t you go to a proper school? Are you from a broken family? Have you lost your job? Any mental problem? Or is it a social phobia? Hatred – I mean do people like really hate you? Choose one option darling, and tell me about it in the next comment of yours, after you have outdone yourself yet again in bad vocabulary. (As you religiously leave comments ten times each day, we might as well start talking and discussing bigger issues in life – your life obviously. Hang on, don’t get me wrong, I hate you as well). And, let’s close this here once and for all – I am not going to publish your comments ever. Not because I particularly care – or maybe I do – whatever – but more so because I disagree with what you wrote and afterall, this is my blog. Lets get this straight honey – This is my space. I decide what comes in or goes out. Period. And in case you have a problem, die. And because I have refused to allow crazy comments from a caward like you, doesn’t mean I have no spunk – but I believe that such anonymous comments are usually either from a spineless-fan-who-doesn’t-admit-he’s-a-fan or a jealous-so-called-friend-who-knows-the-blogger-in-personal-life ... neither of which I want on my blog anyway. So keep commenting and I’ll keep rejecting – but here’s a warning – you irritate me once more and I’ll post your IP address right here. I’m sure you know it can backtrace to your oh-so-smarht-self, right?

And about the important issue of my blog being a bad one, hmph….I’d say – How about gathering enough balls for a starter? Maybe that would help you to give some constructive feedback and I could consider improvement as an option? See, I helped you as well!
But honestly I dont think you have a problem I can fix. Your problem is you have no life.

Yours truly,
Me.

Sigh. This has been a whirlwind of a week. Crazy mood swings, bad hair days, encounter with a celebrity blogger (will elaborate on this further), getting mentioned in his blog (this too – in a while), and to top it all off, trolls and anonymous comments are back, just when you thought they were out of fashion. But clearly, there are still people who love to hate you for the only reason of you being a woman and because inspite being a woman you have fun and you speak (write) your mind. This anon has really kept me engaged on my gmail since 2 days. I got 37 comments from him in two day; on a post that was written looong back. I guess the speed of cowardice is more than that of light. Hmph.

Did I get you thinking that I had only the bad things in life this week? Okay, so here’s the good news. A dear friend of mine, Chief Brutus from U2B happened to have a comment on his blog by Jammy. Oh C'mon don’t be a dumb head! You sure know who Jammy is. Jammy from Ouch My Toe, people! Yes, Jammy. So the ediot of a girl that I am, I started discussing my take on Jammy’s internet behavior – based on a.) My immense love for his blog. b.) My lil’ expectation to have my comments– which I wrote and rewrote some 12 times each time to match his standards – on his blog answered. (Is that too much?) Anyway, so here I was, giving my valuable views on Jammy’s character – internet character – without knowing that Chief Brutus was his “good friend”! Wow! Things are exciting with me all the time, isn’t it? Okay, I was embarrassed on knowing this. But he anyway introduced me to Jammy, the man himself, and we talked (on Gtalk) –yesss…me and Jammy. The Ouch my Toe’s Jammy. YESSS!!! He was/is (dunno if he’ll ever talk to me again – wait – I don’t even see him on my gtalk contact list anymore – must have blocked me – I am a big fan so I can be irritating at times, cutely ofcourse) a good man. And funny to the core. And he said he has already read my blog a few times and that he thinks I write nice. Wow! Anyone jealous? Well, cant’ do much about it. I am certified as a talented girl now.
And know what (some salt for your wounds) – Jammy wrote this post on Ouch My Toe on this incident. :)

Thanks Jammy. I am a huge fan of your writing and I admit that I might have been a bit negatively motivated. You have a skill I would love to imitate. Take a bow.

And thanks a ton CHIEF BRUTUS, you’ve been a true friend in all senses of the world. (the caps are on, did you see that?)

And and and, I have been awarded the Egle Nest Award by Sweetheart Ashu. Anon – did you see that? Did you just see that? Huh! The award is on the right panel, please see and appreciate it guys, this is my first award ever. I so much coveted those “Rocking girl blogger” and “Thinker Blogger” something awards that flash on my friends blogs, at last! Off the record, this "Thinker blogger" award is not my category I guess :P hahahahahaha. As I rule, I pass this award to 5 deserving bloggers, so here’s my list:

Blue Coffee Mug
Gaufire
Sri Tat Sat
Sam
Supernova

Lastly, here’s a tag I took form Sam, a screen grab of my work desktop. Cluttered? Where? No, its clean! :) I love George Clooney, he's only 6 years younger to my Dad, so what?

I moved your damn cheese!

What is with these self help books? Or those stupid philosophy novels? Who are the people who are buying them in the first place? Aaarrrggh!!!

Relax. Okay. I’m in control. I’m alright. But what the hell? I got a book as a gift last evening *No, not from a guy but from my mom’s friend-trust my ability of being single throughout my blessed life* and since then I am irritated.

Not that I don’t like reading. Of course I do. Everybody does! Normally I read almost everything I can lay my hands on – and I’ve been accusing myself of being rather tasteless on this sensitive issue of books. When everyone around you is having opinions – and mind it – more than one opinion on books (like “its an ammmmmazing read dude, but you got to be really in a mood to read or you’ll hate it.” And “read this killer book at a slow pace, take atleast 2 months, else you wont understand it.” Along with “Read this one when you are looking for the reason for your existence, you’ll instantly know, but never start this when you are happy with the way things are with you”), you feel like a fool because even you looooove reading and even you have spent many nights with books, spent your tiny pocket money on them and still – most important- you have one only one opinion about book – for you they are either good or bad. See? This is what makes me feel completely stupid and definitely low brow - and I completely hate this! *sigh* What is it with people anyway?

And the books that I completely hate are, as I mentioned above- clumsy philosophy and self help claims. eeekk! That’s another reason for feeling like a dodo- not only I don’t understand them but me oh-so-much-hates ‘em all.

And they are everywhere. I stepped inside a book store and all around were various self help books or “The Alchemist” kinds. One moment please ladies and cruel men - Let me declare this here, in public interest, that I truly madly deeply dislike Paulo Coelho. Except for his “Eleven Minutes” which I liked, yeah…kind of. I was shocked to see that the biggest section in LandMark, Gurgaon is for self help books! And was stupidly the most crowded as well. I guess it is a fad, a trend that everyone is following blindfolded. Anyway. If I go back in time, I guess Shiv Khera’s “You Can Win” was the first such book I noticed – I was in junior school that time. I liked it tough; it had various stories…hahahaha. Bulbul - A friend of mine borrowed it from me and never returned it back…Damn you Bulbul! – You should return things that you borrow. How is Pune though? I heard that unlike Delhi, the weather there is always pleasant…huh? But I don’t think that’s possible...liars! Yeah, I borrowed it too from …can’t remember who. Anyway, coming back to the topic, I just hate hate hate these silly books! My stroy is that almost everyone around me knows my passion for reading and 94% of the times I get books as gifts, which is great and nice and cool 68.8% of the times. But the rest % of the times– can’t calculate it, my math sucks – is sheer disappointment of getting such no-brainers, that turns into irritation that turns into anger that turned into this post. Not that I expect a consensus on this post, infact I am ready to face the disagreement, but at least friends who read this will know. And future friends – maybe a cute-intalli-gentle-boyfriend? Wow! – will know too. And then it still is monologue, right? *Wicked smile*

And I have promised myself to give away all such books I have – lying in that old dusty bag – to friends who want them and can in turn explain to me the art of having multiple opinions on a book. I can even offer you coffee and cookies at my new found place of peace, my house. You’re welcome. Oh, did I forget to mention the names of such books in my collection? Here you go – “The Alchemist who sold his Ferrari”, “The Monk Decides to Die”, “Tuesdays with Veronica”, “Count your heads before they break” and “7 Steps to Fearless Freaking Speaking”. Or something close to these…

Anyone game?

Update: I'm in my new house! hurrey! I feel like a queen living in her palace overlooking the Sahara Mall - Odyssey to be exact. The amazing lazor beams dance on my wall opposite the bed at night, more so on weekends. Next weekend when I go to Odyssey, maybe I can try and locate my house from the top. :) Thank for your lovely wishes friends. You have a happy blogger here now. :D