a blog about bitching...

Pass the word around otherwise I might bitch about that too ! Presenting bitch station 101.bitch your life out. I don't want to say that this is a family tradition but who knows...there might be a gene in me that cribbed for its survival. Or it might just be a universal thing. There sure is a life cycle of cribbing, just like the small part of the water that returns to the ground. Let me warn you that there will be generous use of profanity in my language. If some of you feel offended, then please don't let me know. Just consider starting/extending your own blog and plagiarize my creation !!!

Well I don't speak too often about myself. I neither believe in drum beating, figuratively, nor in religion, not figuratively. But why not give it a shot? Here goes. I hail from Hyderabad in Andhra Pradesh and I am a proud gult but I don't think many gults will be proud of me if my blog survives for about a month. Thats how much time it takes....gult...well anyway, I shall save that for later ..hopefully. There are some times when I wonder about my own existence. At these times, it is either philosophical thought and/or total joblessness and/or the end of tissue rolls. But in any case reflections have helped me understand myself when I think of myself. I basically have realized that I have never raised my head when I travel a busy bus. I keep staring at the floor as if it were some genuine work of art, musing at the splendid nuts and bolts. This claustrophobic attitude returns to me in elevators as well, where I keep staring at the top because I don't want to be an ass watcher. The point is that I am shy and a total stranger to eye contact with strangers. Thats it, having said that, I can now get away with not talking about myself !!

But I like change. Change is good, isn't it? I also believe in learning through discussion. So should I like change induced by discussion or change which leads to a discussion? Maybe, but I don't usually spend time thinking too much. I "now" believe in doing and observing. Sometimes I am indeed impulsive, more so than others but I take responsibility for what I do. Like the time, I spat on a teacher 2 floors beneath when I was in 5th grade and climbing down a staircase. It was not thought out but I did go and apologise to the teacher. He, quite amazingly, did not even punish me. Quite frankly, I was getting bored of the type of punishments that I received and I was bold enough to demand a "change". I might have considered a discussion but I wasn't that mature, not that I am now. But returning, now I realize that a 60 yr old teacher spat on by a tiny 10 yr old idiot wouldn't have sounded so good in the school bulletin.

I found this when I typed "monkey funny" in google images. Aside from the fact as to why that amuses me so much, do you really think this is a "funny monkey". I dug some more and actually the guy reporting on it does not think so too. I have to end up freakin blaming google images for the search algorithm and for spoiling my day. No wait, it has to be me isn't it? Now what else should you expect from a blog which has "crib" in its title? I expect time to resolve that. I am off to something else...