The Bharteeya Blog Mela (BBM) virtually froze my blogging activity, though I saw my page views counter do a double flip and zoom skywards, but that doesn’t really matter or at least that’s what I like to think. I didn’t want the BBM overshadowed by one of my rampant ramblings and pushed down where the new visitors wouldn’t notice its presence. The majority of the blog readers often lap up the top post and don’t bother to scroll down (People, that’s why God invented the scroll bar and kept those Dead Sea Scrolls for us to find). I couldn’t change blog behavior in one day so went with the flow and ceased activity, much to my frustration. Only the rising page views counter maintained my cool (see, how often I change stands on my online priorities). Less than 20 hours to the deadline, I had a solitary nomination until the Speed barrage (God bless her!), which paved way for a trickle of few more nominations, giving it a semblance of a Mela. I would have definitely appreciated a few dozen more but I guess post-exam, I am the only soul with little to do. But all said and done, the Mela was worth it. I read a few new blogs, pretty interesting ones and also learnt that my fellow bloggers shared the same taste as I. However, is the propensity to self-nominate always so pronounced in the BBM? Not that I mind and would consider it self-flattering but maybe that is because I wouldn’t do it. But as Starfest says it, whatever rocks your boat. Or maybe it just reflects immense confidence in your writing or promoting your blog, which can be a good thing. Obviously, I am being too diplomatic here.Refer to comments to yesterday’s post.
So what did I miss blogging about? The California Carnival and the Arnie triumph. He announced himself at the Tonight show, boosting their ratings in the process and uttered the populist cliché “For the people to win, politics as usual must lose” upon his victory. Oh boy, what an event but me trying to write even few more lines now would be like the last runner in the marathon who scampers in while the organizers are trying to pack up the remaining bottles of water. Just a tiny suggestion, can Sunil (oops, Suniel) Shetty consider replacing Mohammed Fazal (who? Incidentally he is the Governor of Maharashtra and yup, I had to googlize to find that out…shame on me)? Maybe not, he would be bored sitting in Raj Bhavan, twiddling his thumbs.
What else, oh yeah! the crappy “pome” that Dubya pens for missing Laura.
Roses are red
violets are blue,
oh my lump in the bed,
how I’ve missed you.
Ewwww; .I can write better poetry, considering that I am a total antithesis of Milton. I don’t think the object of my affection would appreciate being called a lump in the bed. Trust TOI to make it headline news, again. Again, whatever rocks your boat, man. I can safely read Vajpayee’s poems again. We can’t bomb Pakistan but we at least write sensible poems. How’s that for exerting influence over Amreeka? Poems for outsourced jobs; seem like a fair deal, eh?