The unusual conversation
When I started writing this post, I heard a distinct noise. It was a sneaking noise. Noise turned into voice now. I heard someone calling me. I lowered the volume of the music I was listening to. Now I could hear it better.
"What are you writing?" It was an authoritative question.
"Hmm..a new post in my blog".
"I knew it. What's it about?", now with more command.
"Err... I don't know. Just felt like writing something. By the way who are you?"
"So you got into writing without knowing what to write?"
"Not exactly. I will get things as I write. Now I asked you who you are?"
"You won't get things as you write. You must have something in you to let it out of you".
"Yeah. I know. Now tell me who the hell are you? I've been asking you for three times."
Chuckles.
"You'll know me soon. Okay now tell me why you started this blog?"
This was a missile over me. Most of the time questions fall on you when you are not ready.
"Hmm... to write something.."
"something?"
"yea..I mean something about books, music, movies,..."
"Oh crap! everyone writes that".
"Also, about my memories".
"Boy! who needs your memories dumped on me? Do you think am I a memory repository?"
Yes! I got you.
"So you are my blog?" I asked immediately, with the joy of a discoverer.
"You took so long to identify me. Pity you".
To safeguard me I said,"When a lot of people write blogs, why not me?"
"A lot of people write the same thing. I don't need an extra load".
"So what do you want me to do now?"
"At last you are smart enough to ask this question. Try something new. Get your own ideas. Don't dump stale news on me again and again. I hate it".
Getting my own ideas? Where can I go for new ideas. I've never been tested for such things. I thought I can ask my interrogator for some ideas. Yes! I must ask him to trap him. But, where is he?
"Hello?"
"Mr.Blog, where are you? Do you hear me."
Nothing but silence.
There was a note. "Catch you later".
Okay. I need to get new ideas. Till then no more new posts. Then why a blogspot? What is this. I am getting sick. I lost my mood to write something today. May be later sometime. Wish I never get the intruder again!
"What are you writing?" It was an authoritative question.
"Hmm..a new post in my blog".
"I knew it. What's it about?", now with more command.
"Err... I don't know. Just felt like writing something. By the way who are you?"
"So you got into writing without knowing what to write?"
"Not exactly. I will get things as I write. Now I asked you who you are?"
"You won't get things as you write. You must have something in you to let it out of you".
"Yeah. I know. Now tell me who the hell are you? I've been asking you for three times."
Chuckles.
"You'll know me soon. Okay now tell me why you started this blog?"
This was a missile over me. Most of the time questions fall on you when you are not ready.
"Hmm... to write something.."
"something?"
"yea..I mean something about books, music, movies,..."
"Oh crap! everyone writes that".
"Also, about my memories".
"Boy! who needs your memories dumped on me? Do you think am I a memory repository?"
Yes! I got you.
"So you are my blog?" I asked immediately, with the joy of a discoverer.
"You took so long to identify me. Pity you".
To safeguard me I said,"When a lot of people write blogs, why not me?"
"A lot of people write the same thing. I don't need an extra load".
"So what do you want me to do now?"
"At last you are smart enough to ask this question. Try something new. Get your own ideas. Don't dump stale news on me again and again. I hate it".
Getting my own ideas? Where can I go for new ideas. I've never been tested for such things. I thought I can ask my interrogator for some ideas. Yes! I must ask him to trap him. But, where is he?
"Hello?"
"Mr.Blog, where are you? Do you hear me."
Nothing but silence.
There was a note. "Catch you later".
Okay. I need to get new ideas. Till then no more new posts. Then why a blogspot? What is this. I am getting sick. I lost my mood to write something today. May be later sometime. Wish I never get the intruder again!
posted by Vish at 9:27 PM
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