Unable to take it no more my friend called me up last night and hollered, “Why don’t you start a #$%^in’ blog?” “But… I don’t know… I’m not sure anyone would care”, I stammered, unsure of where this was coming from (and going). Seemingly not done yet, he shot back “Doesn’t #$%^in’ matter. Atleast I won’t be forced to read your s**t every time I open my inbox” Touche!
A few years ago I had an epiphany, started imagining myself as the second coming of Dave Barry (my humor columnist idol) and've been whipping out “articles” (gulp!) ever since about anything that catches my fancy. Lakers win a playoff series/Bought a new car/Breakup with my girlfriend? No problem. Every damn thing gets it's own 1000 word essay that’s dutifully emailed to friends and family for their immediate consumption. Silver lining? They aren’t like something that a 3rd grade kid would write. Thankfully they’re something that’ll atleast make Dave Barry raise an eyebrow and say, “Hmmm! Not bad at all”
“The proof of a pudding is in its eating”
And thus is born in a moment of vanity, “What the #$%^ is Atmarajan thinking?” Officially open for business to anyone and everyone who cares to trespass.
A blog isn’t a blog unless the outside world critiques it. Bouquets and Brickbats are both welcome from all and sundry. Oh! If by happenstance you’re a pretty damsel who found this funny (and intriguing too) your contact details are most appreciated :)
Be well!
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