Peer pressure....old wine in old bottle....NO OFFENCE

Yes yes.. i see you raising that bore-annoyed eyebrow...with "not aNNother one" crossing your mind as you browse through your (n+1)th blog article of the day and read this completely overdone to the point of burnt topic on my blog. And i completely empathise (sympathise is no longer politically correct..what with its possible extrapolation by a short stretch of imagination into something akin to pity, which oh my God, we with our helium pumped egos can no longer accept as a possibilty about ourselves..) because yes, this reeks of the century before the last, which for wine maybe a great thing, but doesnt make this hash any more palatable.
And although I generally like to view myself as a class or two apart ( as Oscar Wilde first said--- "Everyone is unique"...which of course was the seed that germinated into yet another another spate of cliches) from the majority of the rat pack scurrying on the surface of this planet, i can't believe I'm falling into the same trap as everyone else...Who thought i would one day have to go to the limit of having to blog just to keep up the coolness quotient...I mean wasn't it once the stereo type of the geek who spent 25 hours out of 24 sitting bespectacled n openmouthed before his 14" LCD..living the RPGs where he got to zoom around in the Mc Laren F1s that his famously slow reflexes prevented him from doing in real life?..and dreaming about replacing that slicked-back hair mafia-henchman lookalike latino nailing that golden haired green eyed vixen into raptures of very vocal/noisy ecstasy? Werent it the depressed beer swilling and chocolate devouring bridget jones type single-and-likely-to-remain-so-becoz-of-obvious-reasons nonentities with staunchly feminist and GLBT supportive views who assumed fake identities just to get accepted by someone somewhere in the world, and who poured out their heart onto cyberspace in the hope that someone would actually LISTEN..(..errm..read)...?
Just because it is the IN thing??...because every sita gita n rita is doing it, not to mention nikita?...Its what they all discuss these days at the kitty parties over the mojitos n in the boardrooms over the amber colored "bottled mineral water"s...every rich punjab da kuttar..err..puttar worth his hot young blood and raging hormones is shooting his load (pun not intended, or is it?) of escapades with that argentinian babe on the dance floor, and thereafter, onto the land of opportinities (thats how I view the web, by the way...the US of A is so passe...something i hope to elaborate on later, much to your chagrin, i believe..) from his very own palmtop organiser....and rumour has it that MBA college interview panels are also going easy on the believers of "the blog is mightier than the sword"....naturally i cant be too far behind...after all bengalis pride themselves on leading every revolution which smells even remotely of intellect...ever since this one enlightened young bong chap RamboHun fell for one woman whose poor ol' husband had left his earthly abode but couldnt leave his earthly lust for his nubile young wife...so wifey deary had to follow him into his funeral pyre leaving earthly lover rambo behind...rama, rama, kya hai drama...Now as we all know, saala love ke liye kuchh bhi karega....so our hero broke every rule in the book of law, hurt popular sentiment and manipulated the British (who relished breaking anything indian...from backbones to customs) to abolish sati and allow widow re-marriage...so as the story goes, Rambo got his girl, got married and lived happily ever after, leaving the reform happy bengalis to sing hymns to his praise...(my, what a dissatisfied lot we must be if the very thought of change turns us on....Dont get me wrong..I'm bengali and I'm all for change...after all how else would I control my infinitesimally tiny attention span?)...
So here it is, my foray into blogging...and here's to the clogging of all the unfortunate minds who had to ruminate on this fodder...may you have many more such food poisoning sessions...
...CHEERS!!!! (clink)