When Dev gets to hack my Mr.Bloggy

This post comes all the way from "just another day" guy, DEV MALLYA

A small disclaimer to begin with – it is under extreme pressure that I am forced to write a post for Dharmu’s bloggy when my own poor dear blog lies unattended. Irony, anyone?

So here I sit, tapping away to glory on Dharmu’s lappy (laptop, before you wonder and conclude wrongly) wondering what to write about while she watches sad old songs on my computer. (sigh) I cant understand why people listen to sad songs when I’m around… I can depress people faster than any sad old song.

Ok ok, coming to the topic of the post, after taking a few pot shots at Dharmu in my last post here, I’ve decided to set the record straight. She did not have half her sis-in-law’s ice cream as originally reported. It was more like 47.5%. She left a few raisins and a bit of strawberry for me.

As you can see from her last couple of posts (and the month long absence), our sweet lil (actually not-so-little) Dharmu has been quite a busy girl since she came back. Too busy to meet me as well. Hmpf. So… I was real glad when she called me on Friday to meet up. She came over to my place… to meet my dad as usual. Double hmpf.

For the last three days, we’ve been going out a lot together – a trip to Moodbidri on Saturday, followed by chocolate gateaux at BonBons after a long, long time. The lady at BonBons was so happy to see Dharmu. Seems her business wasn’t the same without her. After all, where would Pop Tate’s Chocklit Shoppe be without Jughead’s business?

I will not mention the registry office joke – that’s a post by itself. What say Dharmu? In other news, nothin much over the last two days – we’ve been hanging out at each other’s place. So, in return for the good times, she’s decided that I will guest author on her blog for one time only! Thank God for that.

Since this is my one and only chance, I would like to make public quite a lot of secrets about her… *wicked cackling laughter* On second thought, she’s going to guest write on my blog as well. More than anything, I’d rather not want it to be my obituary.

Jokes apart, there is very little I wouldn’t do for this girl. She’s been with me through thick and thin – mostly thick. Which is why both of us have decided to go on diets with immediate effect – starting tomorrow. (It’s the weekend after all)

Which means no ice creams for Dharmu, no Rum n Raisins chocolates, no chips and other junk food. Are you sure you want to do this? Think over it, sweetie. ;)

I don’t know about her diet, but I’m sure she’ll make me stick to mine. She’s a self confessed bully, and I’m the small kid that she’s always bullying around. It helps when the person bullying you is as sweet as she is. (li’l bit of buttering up here, so I can sneak a couple of ice creams) But believe me, you just cant not like this girl.

I’ve never seen anyone who’s as adorable – except for "HER" (Dharmu, I know you’ll know who) – and who has as many friends as she does. Except on Orkut where some folks have like 591.5 ‘friends’ and 476.4 ‘fans’.

She’s still not given up the futile task of getting me to fight with her, which means she still tries to irritate me. Believe me, no reaction is good reaction in her case.

Still, here’s an ode to my bestest friend ever. You can always eat my head (goes without saying) – it’s fat-free unlike yours – and still stick to your diet.

Now, please, off with the horns on your head. Love you, sweetheart.

*Dharmu takes a step back, takes a bow, gives a smile and thanks DEV*

Mein kyun blog karun?

After my mysterious act of not being seen around in the bloggy for all these past days, I am sure the regular junta would have resolved to terminate the fact of my existence. And I had half the mind to leave a note to each of my bloggy friends about my revival coming back but I checked this urge as I wanted to use the same time to reply a few mails in my yahoo.

I am turning into an epitome of a lazy soul. But I need to blog regularly because:

1. Most of my daily incidents are potential bloggy materials. Especially when I come across some very interesting people and equally interesting incidents.

2. I look at my comp (it is officially my Bro’s comp) very guiltily when I don’t as much bother to connect to the net. I sometimes even avoid direct eye contact with my dear old lappy because I feel he gives me a real scorchy “look”.

3. At the end of the day I feel real incomplete without have posted for days together. My bloggy is a part of me and when I don’t spend some time with him, my day feels unfinished.

4. When I don’t post, I hardly read others blogs and this bothers me too. My blog friends are a part of my virtual life and not being associated with them for a long time is equally unsatisfying for me.

5. When I don’t login to blogger and forget the password I cannot access any of my other accounts.

So I continue to blog.

Me, after a month

It’s been ages since I posted. A month to be very precise. Maybe I have lost that touch of keying down my thoughts and posting it at the end of the day. Maybe my days are not as eventful as before. Maybe they are more eventful than ever. Maybe it’s just the process of settling down into my life. Maybe it is, after all.

It’s the longest time in the little life of my dear bloggy that a whole month has passed without me churning up a new post, rather a demented piece of thought. Excuses to be given are many but the fact remains that I have been pushing the task myself. Several times over the past month I have pushed myself to write something but passed it with some lame excuse promising to write sometime soon. But, that every “sometime” never came until tonight, only coz the India-Bangladesh match was not worth watching.

If you were to ask me what exactly kept me busy for all these days, you would not find me mumbling for words or fumbling for reasons or the list of things I have done. I will readily give you a complete set of things I have been doing, maybe in complete organized manner to surprise you. Yes, because I have been getting myself to pick up the strands of my life which I had left incomplete two whole years ago. And mind you, it’s not easy to start life from between, even if I have lived my whole life in this city.

First of all, the city has changed a lot in these two years and it’s hard to get yourself adapted to these changes. The very innocence which I loved about this city has changed into a rapidly emerging possible metro-city material. I sometimes hate to admit that I don’t want my city to change; I want it as we had it for years. I don’t want the concrete roads winding over those beautiful gullies. I don’t want that big buildings over those beautiful fields. I don’t want any multiplex nor do I want those big malls. I still love to go to the central market and do some leisure bargains. And I don’t want to wear a helmet.

Then, I had to change my dear old dentist. Now for a person who is absolutely paranoid about her dental wellbeing, a dentist makes the ultimate priority. And changing the old dentist means replacing a vital part of my life. But I had to undergo this drastic move as my dear toothy decided to give me some real hard times. Result: new dentist. A wonderful one at that and I have the deemed pleasure to visit him every alternate day from past one month. You can actually see me marketing this fella free of cost coz for me; he is the best dentist in whole of Mlore. (More on my tooth and *ahem dentist later)

I have been giving guest lectures off late and my heartfelt sympathies to all those souls who are forced to attend my ghostful talks. Trust me people, if I had the chance, I would have offered you to go and watch movies in any of the shady theaters of Mlore. And I myself would have taken shelter in one to the ice-cream parlors to beat this summer sun. But, in the cruel hands of destiny, we both have to bear each other.

As if that torture was not enough, I made my presence felt as a judge for few events in a national level management meet. It was indeed a thrilling experience to be sitting ‘this side’ of the stage as compared to all those years of ‘that side’ of the stage as a participant. Even thrilling was that experience of sitting besides very senior people who once used to judge my presentations. Some Kodak moments for me.

When you have a temple trustee for a dad and kinda social worker for a mom, both running full fledged businesses, you are never short of social functions. I have been attending ample of ‘Dharmic pravachanas’, ‘Brahma Mahotsavas’, and alike which at times make me wonder if I need to take up Sanyas sometime soon. I have even been dragged to attend some highly “samskruthik-sahithik” programs which have been improving my patience level at a very impressive rates.

To beat the record, I will be conducting a few HR classes for some of the summer camps in Mlore. So my dear kids, you will have no mercy which so ever summer camp you choose to attend. You will find me in full force tagging your little brains. *muah muah* But I really hate the meetings previous to these camps as no one bothers to come on time and half the meeting goes abusing the other like-camps. But I promise to be good.

My visitation to the library has been very volatile recently as I have taken it upon me to read all the possible Archie comics, Casper, Tinkle, Enid Blyton series and R.K.Narayan books. I have given up intellectual reading for sometime now and taken solace under delightful reading. I have been watching all the Tom&Jerry toons and Ducktales too.

On a complete different note, the sun, moon, stars and the beaches of Mlore continue to rise-shine-set at very regular timings.