Here I blog !! Yipeee..
There is a near magical quality about the first rain which follows days of sweltering heat. One imagines, associates and finally hears the pitter patter raindrops as Kirk Hammet stringing on the majors and minors to produce enticing tempo. Desi directors are aces in capturing every mood of this element ~
* rain, an expression of love - Pyaar hua ekraar hua isshtyle !
* rain, synonymous with calamity - Devar Magan & the unexpected dam breach..
* rain, the saviour in absence of a storyline - Tippu tippu barsa pani isshtyle !
So as not to digress, lets cut to the chase...
But what about the rest of us, the victims of countless rain soaked weeks yearning for a bit of sunshine in our lives(atleast my garden, to dry the clothes !) and the free Vit-D supply ! Isn't it more cruel than falling in love alone ?? After weeks of lazing on the couch with only free spyware supplying movie sites for company, it is reasonably sensible to conclude sleep is a virtue and with such an enlightening thought for opening gambit there is no resisting the first post. With renewed energy(MARS does help !), I reach out for my laptop when the miracle happened..
Blinds in the living room slowly start to emit a strange yellow glow(Nooo love, Pratibha Patil was nowhere to be seen at this precise moment), the chinks move rythmically lighting up the room with growing brightness, the passing red bus reflects the sun which bounces off my glass display cabinet ! I run to the patio door to slide it open and step out to feel a spreading warm glow embrace me and think, 'Surely, today is the day for my first post with some re-engineered perspective..!' So here we are fellows, another blogger enters blogosphere only to contribute scoops of nonsense, unsolicited suggestions, not-charged-for advice, unrequired endosrsements and more of all these...
There is a near magical quality about the first rain which follows days of sweltering heat. One imagines, associates and finally hears the pitter patter raindrops as Kirk Hammet stringing on the majors and minors to produce enticing tempo. Desi directors are aces in capturing every mood of this element ~
* rain, an expression of love - Pyaar hua ekraar hua isshtyle !
* rain, synonymous with calamity - Devar Magan & the unexpected dam breach..
* rain, the saviour in absence of a storyline - Tippu tippu barsa pani isshtyle !
So as not to digress, lets cut to the chase...
But what about the rest of us, the victims of countless rain soaked weeks yearning for a bit of sunshine in our lives(atleast my garden, to dry the clothes !) and the free Vit-D supply ! Isn't it more cruel than falling in love alone ?? After weeks of lazing on the couch with only free spyware supplying movie sites for company, it is reasonably sensible to conclude sleep is a virtue and with such an enlightening thought for opening gambit there is no resisting the first post. With renewed energy(MARS does help !), I reach out for my laptop when the miracle happened..
Blinds in the living room slowly start to emit a strange yellow glow(Nooo love, Pratibha Patil was nowhere to be seen at this precise moment), the chinks move rythmically lighting up the room with growing brightness, the passing red bus reflects the sun which bounces off my glass display cabinet ! I run to the patio door to slide it open and step out to feel a spreading warm glow embrace me and think, 'Surely, today is the day for my first post with some re-engineered perspective..!' So here we are fellows, another blogger enters blogosphere only to contribute scoops of nonsense, unsolicited suggestions, not-charged-for advice, unrequired endosrsements and more of all these...
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