on an indefinite hiatus...!

do read my poem in the end.

after nearly two months of continuous blogging, wherein i posted some of the worst posts ever and also a few good ones, the unknown entity namely they gray meter has begun to wander about yet again. i sincerely hope - meter babu decides to settle down somewhere - and fast. till then, i bid adieu to all my non-existent readers. thank you. 

i will continue reading blogs. appreciating them. not commenting on them (unless babuji comes out with something flashy and fake; and if it is a rare-hot female blogger: something seductive with a 43 degree stare of eyes which she won't see because you can't see me while blogging. but i tell you. the stares. they are completely ineffective.). 

for the jiyo life competition (which i shouldn't win because of my disappointing efforts on being funny. and poor punctuation: people, it's deliberate. i swear on your grandmother's life. it is. i am very funny. i laugh on my jokes):

at 21, i may not be the one with an array of experiences that may be inspiring enough to well... inspire. but i believe there are things i have learnt which have meshed up pretty well with the genetic attainments, and i do live a "club-mahindra-fun-family-forever-jiyo-life" life (sponsors, notice). 

belonging to an army family, i would call, is one of those (proto-)genetic attainments. travelling is in my blood. and india makes my red blood cells. i was born in meerut (u.p.) a few decades (read ages) ago . and then lived across the nation in agartala (tripura), faridkot (punjab), srinagar, kolkata, bikaner (rajasthan), amritsar, chandigarh, hyderabad and now (in a few days) bangalore. 

and, consciously or unconsciously, i have taken the little tripura/rajasthan/bengal/etc elements to form the compound namely me-self.

i have been taught: travelling is not a checklist. it is an addition. an experience. 

as a person involved in creative arts, there came a time (a few months back) when i failed to come out with anything at all. and the sudden inability to create ignited the cycle of uncreativity which kept increasing day-by-day. i was losing confidence. my morale had gone underground. i felt like leaving my art form forever. but the himalayas came to my rescue. my father's (yet-another) eccentric holiday trip to himachal (which coincidently is my home town, if i have one) revived my lost charm. and i had a new work ready in days. this is how strong nature is. and i became aware of it, courtesy: travel.  


time to think, where is this post going (?). i just had the lcd in mind and began with the post. had no topic in mind. just an honestly honest flow. 


actually, this is what blogging is to me: an honest flow. i am young. a guy (call me sexist). physically fit (self appreciation, one of my hobbies). competitive. friendly. a guy (i love the entire womankind). emotional. a guy. 
so keeping all these aspects in mind, the logical conclusion was an interest in sports. also, i am good at a dozen ball-games. and a few without balls (talking about sports only). so the blog: ministryofsportsunoffcial.blogspot.com.     
but more than my posting. it was the reading part that had the legendary ingredients of awesomeness(barney stinson's) . there is more i have taken in than thrown out. which is why i love blogging (no, i am not teressa).


but all good things have to end. and the rest of the stuff... takes breaks. and that is what i am doing: taking a break. 

big sporting events are lined up. biggest being the fifa world cup that begins today.

may the best team win the cup! 

a small bye-bye poem i wrote:

i am saying bye bye;

because i am taking a break.

hrithik's latest movie was kites;

yesterday, i ate a cake!

p.s. will be back by cwg, hopefully...