No I'm ok.. Yeah.. Totally.

Yeah yeah. Shove it in my face. You have a clean life, knives that are not steak, you have a lakeview bedroom, a bathroom with rustic tiles and the best toilet seat on the face of the earth. But do you know how it feels when your Yahoo! mail says "Incorrect Password"? That password which you have been using since 2 years now? You don't know? Then you have no right to despise my life. You haven't despised my life yet? Then why don't you throw in some rope and pull me out of this?

The afteramath, has been terrible. Especially with people asking me, "Why don't you come online these days?" and "Hey, why did you delete the testimonial you wrote for me? I swear I'm straight!". I don't want to go into too many details, but I think its a shit I wish not even for my enemy.

The worst part is you need to add those 350 odd friends on Orkut, 150 odd friends on yahoo! and 60 odd on facebook. But I gave it a skip. This time, I added those only who would accept my friend request(Not that I added everyone myself the last time). Don't want to take anymore risk with my self respect, which got battered badly after some disturbing 'I can't let you see my pics with others' albums, 'looking down upon' privacy settings and non-replying message inundating. Confusing? Save your breath and jump off the building.

If you've come this far then you're either swearing at me or cursing me. Or branding me as an anti-social, cribbing tragic heroic underdogishly sympathy seeking fool. But does that strike a chord? You're still reading it. Love me, hate me, hack my accounts or delete my blog. You still have an affinity towards me. Which is why you are reading all this crap. But I think I should be fair enough to entertain you, since you've come so far.

So folks! Entertainment starts, next post(Not this post because its already too long and the night has fallen upon with a dull, rainy thud). Keep reading terpsikure or shivakarukonda or the likes of it. Keep swearing/cursing/hacking or whatever you're good at with my blog, which managed to piss someone off so badly that he/she/3rdgender deleted my blog. And also, expect to see more forward slash symbols in the posts to come.

Till then, let there be light in public toilets and let yahoo! have enough brains to recruit intelligent people for account security.

Embryono Cheerio.

P.S: Nothing actually. Just that I like adding P.S at the end of every post. Reminds me of letters that Tom and Jerry shows usually have.

Resurrection thy name

I am exactly 10 days away from celebrating the 2nd anniversary of my blog, which was killed just yesterday. True. It was killed. I am the victim of somebody's ego. I don't know who that somebody is. I don't want to know his sane intentions behind this. But , this has been a merciless killing. My blog was my brainchild. This bastard, killed it. For reasons unknown, as of now.

But, like they say, when the going gets tough, the tough get going. The world cannot stop a writer, especially when his readership belongs to the same class, as the writer's. I'd like to say, that at this moment, I am at point zero. My memories, my insanity, my ideologies and my thinking, which made quite a few good impressions, have been erased. I am right now, the most misinterpreted guy.

This is the most painful time for me. So painful, that I cannot digest the fact, that there is someone out there who hates me and my writings so much that he deleted my blog. I never knew I propel hate amongst others. But, I am a writer. I need/have/love to write. My posts, "The Renegade", "Me and Captain Lee" and a lot others have been very well appreciated. And it seems like they have been despised and hated too. The number of posts were 49. I was just going to hit a half century, when...

What makes this point of time even more difficult is the fact, that the selfless reasons with which I have been restraining myself of worldy pleasures(the worst being not able to eat pastries because they have egg), are being misunderstood to be selfish reasons. "how I had wasted many precious moments running after the wrong things in life" "I couldn't care less","I don't believe in destiny anymore", "Best guy" and others are still mongering in my head. They make me wanna write more. They make me wanna pray more. They reiterate my idea of not to let my love turn to hate and to keep the faith. I will.. and I still... If two and half fucking months of time cannot help me out of it, then I don't see what will.

She claimed and claimed.
She promised and broke.
She slapped my love away.
She disgusted my existence.
She threw upon me, the sweetness I poured
She knew.
She always, knew.
Anthony Blood spoke; This too, shall pass.

All that is left behind, is my faded photographic memory. The footprints on the sand, the trail of the ants, the blood and the bloody. Resurrection thy name, is Fawkes.

P.S: Misunderstandings, are welcome.
P.P.S: Do not comment without including "Tragic hero" in the statement.