About me

i thought of putting this at the about me section but i made a decision years back to leave that section empty no matter what, because i tend to get bored easily and i, being a person with nothing to do almost all the time, would admire my blog, profile, photos etc every once in a little while. and at one point of time i would get sick of a lot of things there and about me the most. so i decided to leave that empty. but now that i've written this, i kind of liked it and wanted to post it at least here.

i'm a very good looking guy that thinks he's ugly. i'm not fat but i want to lose weight. i have very very low self esteem but i can't help thinking too highly of myself. i often weep in self pity. i will pity you when i see you. i don't agree with you unless you agree with me. i'm quite sure of myself and i've not known one that's more insecure than i am. i care a hell lot about what you think about me but i wouldn't change myself for the world. i wish to die before sixty. i'm 23 today. i'm a very honest person but i've shoplifted. i like to write but i don't write much. i like humour and more so when it's directed at me. i care a hell lot how i look but i'm invariably shabbily dressed. i would call myself shit before you could, just to make you feel second. i liked catch-22. The fountainhead talks of ideal virtues and it should be destroyed. i'm not arrogant but i could be very cold. i love music. i will never help beggars unless they're singing. i wouldn't think you're right but i never will claim i'm right (the RIGHT 'right' like okayed by God) but i will say what i will say and i will pass any test you will give me. my life is shit. i enjoy it. have i laboured the point too much? or there is no point at all? i don't know. whatever. who cares.

Bones - Killers

I brushed my teeth today, relief, that gives me about a week now, to live on without brushing. I'm not the type of guy that doesn't brush daily, but there had been times, when i didn't brush for ages. That was during college, living in a hostel that's prone to paste scarcity. And this got me conditioned to a lifestyle without paste, brush and what not. Last week, while coming here, to my mom's house, i'd forgot to bring my brush and thus forwent brushing for about a week. Today afternoon, i noticed, the layer on my teeth had grown some and definitely called for cleaning. So, i looked for a brush around the house and found two, maybe used, brushes. One was cleaner than the other, so i picked that and brushed my teeth, with vigor and passion (for those that think it's gross, phone me and i'll tell you what's gross). I'm digressing. I have this habit of getting a little elaborate on every little thing i want to say, giving every little detail. That, about my brushing today, was meant to be just a trivia, irrelevant to what i have to say, but with what comes to me as i write it, i could get a whole post out of it (someone that's intrigued by my brushing habits and teeth arrangement can leave a line at the comments section and i'll get back with the whole story).

I brushed my teeth today, relief. Ever since i became a blogger, i've been coming up with brilliant posts (entirely my point of view, readers that think differently can continue thinking, it's a free world) and how ever brilliant they may be, the readership doesn't get beyond five. It was five when i started and it still is and i've been blogging for almost 3 years now. Not like i want to be a popular writer and all that, well i don't mind that of course, but having no progress since the start as far as the readership is concerned makes me think maybe i'm not a good writer, and that is not a nice thought, you have my word. I don't really feel good about the fact you see, especially when i see so many lame blogs overwhelming with comments, but what's of consolation is the comments are equally lame. I could be totally wrong about the lameness of these blogs, and these bloggers could be outstanding writers and i could be the bad writer, but there's got to be at least a few that could relate to what i write and appreciate what i've written.