Typical Feelings of a blogger

In this post, i have tried to explain some typical feelings of a blogger. This is what all of us say in our daily posts. This post is also like one of these, but with some difference; that includes a bit of sarcasm, a pinch of humor and some recollections under the heading ‘Nostalgic’ from a bloggers’ life. So, here it goes:


When he is Happy

Wow, Life would be so romantic, I had never imagined about it. I was a bit wrong about life in my previous posts (only bit??). Life is not that bad, and how it can be, when everything that comes in our way is so perfect (sounds cliché). Parents, relatives, friends and colleagues; everybody is so loving and caring. I love them very much.
And I love Cloud 89 too :)

Tired

*yawns*

He hasn’t slept for last two nights and tells his readers in the post stretched to three pages that he should go to bed now. Describes his physical condition i.e. at the moment his eyes are hardly open and dark circles under his eyes have appeared from somewhere (why? he wonders), he is out of mind (as always?) and can’t type words properly, even a heavy dose of nicotine is not helping in typing this s**t out. He then narrates the story why he couldn’t sleep. This story can run as:

Yesterday xyz paid a visit to our house from xyz city. On phone they told they have missed the flight and aren’t paying a visit on this weekend. We were just like :( But then the door bell rang, I opened the door and it was a surprise!

This story goes on including minor details like: “Ginger biscuits with Tea are so tempting, dinner was so so, then we played scrabble, watched xyz movie and Fanii missed his class as usual; why he is so lazy?” etc.

(And yes, the honorable guests did some shopping as well. Pardon me; I forgot to mention this ‘shopping stuff’ :)

Relax

Umm, I slept continuously for 27 hours (Really???). And now I am so fresh, believe me! My sis was telling mom that now I’ll never wake up :p (Dexters’ sis!)
I think, one day i will ring the neck of her dear cat.

Guests are gone. Whenever guests leave, a damn* silence prevails over the whole house – and then it gets on my nerves (true). But now I am familiar with it and i can fight well enough to beat it.

Would you like to have some coffee? I am going to the kitchen to bring a mug of black coffee for me - my blood is 60 % coffee.

(Mine is pure blood-- haan. Two weeks ago I got it tested :)

*Damn: A classical word extensively used to fabricate special effects in the posts – and it really works.

Energetic

Writes the lengthiest post of the month, visits all blogs in his sidebar and some blogs from the sidebars of his fellow bloggers as well. Leaves comments on all blogs (including blogs which are dead for over than a year- ‘Ding Dong – Anybody home?’). He tries to furnish analytical analysis, discusses socio-political and religious state of affairs, gives free advices, pokes nose unnecessarily in others affairs and tries to present himself as a lively and talkative person. In the end, he mentions the names of one or two voluminous books.

Reading now: Baa’rood ki Dewaar by General Sahib (Line of Fire – Gen. Musharraf)

Bored

He talks about the philosophy of life and spiritualism. Emphasizes that life needs a change. He doesn’t want to read comments even on his own blog (but keeps publishing new posts! And do you know he hates Orkut?)


Nostalgic

When he feels nostalgic he talks about his past time.

Sometimes, he tells us stories about how he used to hug the old banyan tree in the backyard, when he was a child; and that, this old tree was his only companion, because, at least, it had always lent him a shoulder to weep whenever he needed it - his only friend, with whom he could share all his innocent secrets without any fear of ‘leaking out’. Interestingly, two squirrels that lived in a pocket of that tree became familiar with him gradually! Aware of his presence, these two little creatures used to play hide-and-seek in front of him without any fear! Then one day, God knows where they disappeared; after that he never saw them. Perhaps they had moved somewhere else.


“Bhala ‘Baragd’ kay puranay darakht ko bhi koi yoon chor k jata hay?”, He asked himself forlornly. Ore Uskay baad say wo Kuch ore Tanhaa ho gaya.


He still remembers how unkindly she had refused to be his best friend only for the reason that her best friend was her mother? For a couple of days he remained upset.


He recalls his school days, tells us that he loved to play see-saw in rain, loved to go to his Nana Abu’s & Khala’s house and stay there with his age-mate cousins; and was very happy within the boundaries of his self-created world.


He further shares that those ‘Purani Jeans ore Guitar’ Walay Din were so amazing and unforgettable - And how can he scratch the SAD autumn evenings & a.m. telephonic counseling sessions from the canvas of his memories. He shares photographs from his album ‘The Candid’ and misses get-togethers with all his friends (They too, blog about the same!).


Acknowledges that buried ornaments don’t rust and so do the memories; that’s why, now, he has left them in an open air scrap yard to rust too badly, so that he may not recognize them even if he wants to. And he ends the post with a ‘Please leave me alone’ note.


Blank

Feeling nothing. It’s time to say good bye to all. I am leaving this blog world. Though the decision of leaving blogger wasn’t an easy one but I had no choice. So just take care and remember me in prayers. (And the funny aspect is they re-start blogging just after a month or so!!!)


And my dear bloggers! Although this wasn't a complete picture but to some extent, in this way this story goes on and on … with different tastes, flavors and varieties. And perhaps, I can’t say that ‘This is the End!!’

Adios