Listing the reasons for me being back on ‘Baked Stale’ may take time but lemme tell you the main reason. “I am a different person now” and yes its true. I have been exposed to a lot of new things which I didn’t know. I have come across people, places and platforms that has left me awestruck. Since I am going to leave LIBA in a couple of days this post deserves to blabber a bit about LIBA and the Digital Marketing Management in particular. DMM was a time pass course for me which I took for only fulfilling my credits (Honest Confession) but to my amazement the exposure to new things, new technology, new platforms that I received from the course was incomparable and very appealing to my pseudo nerdy soul. My present project is to try out all the social media platforms in which I have been dormant e.g Pinterest, Instagram, Twitter, Youtube etc and the best thing is that it is not a part of curriculum. Not only there is completely new and exciting world out there (for me!!) I was also taken about by their usage in personal branding. Now I can very proudly say that I have few followers in both Twitter and Pinterest. The companies are also integrating their campaign in different social media platforms. Urge you all to follow me asap.
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Only thing constant in this world is ‘change’. Now when it is official that I left FB, no no I just deactivated my profile (not deleted it), it is time for some change.
-‘Yes, of course I know you deactivated it and not deleted it, you social networking addict sonofavich (not literally or figuratively), you will return to mama soon-crying’.
Since I have deprived myself of the royal amenity to post my status updates, speaking of which I must tell you that I was addicted to it, my blog will serve the purpose and punishment of portraying my instinct and whim, which means my posts will be shorter and more frequent (long ones will eventually appear infrequently). Now since the format of ‘Baked Stale’ is changing, I thought let me revamp the look and feel too. So a new theme and repositioning of widgets will do-it-all. The sitemap will remain the same and so will the blogger (all suggestion to change them are welcome and will be shown the pathway to trashbin). It is like old wine in a new bottle. Okhay let me rephrase the previous line – it is like ‘stale’ sandwich with a desperate attempt to cover the stinking with cheese slices (whoa, who am I kidding?).
It has been 6 months I am on WordPress, and after 26 posts, 33 comments and 1742 hits, I decided to write a reader’s review of my blog. So here am I sitting on reader’s seat/chair/table/couch/commode/whatever and writing bullshit.
-you think that you write well but sometimes, okhay most of the times you suck.
-I will try to pour some more of me.
-stop misspelling ‘okhay’ and ‘ossum’, and using ‘me-is’ and some other clichés. It does not make you cool.
-It does make me cool.
-you have a decent sense of humour, which frequently gets lost in so-called thought provoking and philosophical posts. May be because of your mood swings or trying-to-sound-intellectual attitude. BTW you write crappy philosophy.
-Will try to refrain. Daily humour will be back.
-did I forget to tell you that I like your P.S. thingy where you subtly try to echo the theme of your post.
-Thankya (big grin on the face and flattered to infinity).
-don’t be too dramatic I said ‘I like’ but don’t overuse it. Scarcity creates mystery.
-if the sentence is long make each word so interesting that they seem stars in the milkyway. If it’s boring keep it short or rather don’t keep it unless absolutely necessary and related to the post.
-increase the humour, write satire, broaden your horizon, keep it short and get back on FB (you can’t live without it). You owe FB for a few of your hit counts.
-Checkpoints jotted down. Will try to return as soon as I recover from my mood swing.
Okhay that was very generous of me to allow a reader (yours truly) to share his thoughts but I do repent it. I am posting this just to keep my words but I should tell you that these readers are like girls. You can’t live without them, and you can’t live with them (as in live-in). They will bring out the worst in you.
I am in sincere need of a hug.
And some beer.
Ah although the first one is a rarity the second one is stacked in my refrigerator and I am gonna grab some. Jealous? Me too.
I am very happy today. One of my best friends today asked me to write a book. I do know that I don’t have that much of a literary flair to turn my blabbering into something readable but it is really flattering. Come on now, I have a miniscule number of readers and none of them are regular and loyal. I do accept I have tried to increase the readership by my futile attempt to increase the TRP of the blog by posting randomly in my FB profile, but readers are rare and comments are becoming extinct now a day, but I am happy.
Pubs and Discos are noisy. ‘Noisy’ is derogatory, I should rather say they are lively. Filled with people. People of all kinds. Tall and short, and medium sized. Happy and sad, and neutral. Eye catchers and repellents, and so-so. Introvert and extrovert, and balanced. Dancers and I-think-I-am-great-on-the-dance-floor, and standing-in-the-corners. Known faces and strangers, and I-have-seen you-somewhere. Hunters and slunters, and loners. Fat and lean, and well-built. Old and young, and middle-aged. No one knows anyone but still connected with a single thin thread of being in the same place and trying to forget everyday worries. Tension drains away from the body when it resonates with the rhythm of loud music.
After desperately trying to wear down the worries and the body everybody looks for a silent corner to rest and contemplate in the back of the head, may be with a burning cigarette and a weird look on the face and half-closed (and half-open) eyes. At that time the body and the mind recharges itself for some more action on the dance floor, but the quiet time spent with silence and solitude rejuvenates. Life has much similarity with the few hours spent in a disco. We work, run and fight like dogs and bitches, and at the end of the day we pant like them with more than half of our tongue falling out. We still wake up every morning with same energy and same wagging tail. Ready to take down the whole world and at the end of the day we realise the futility of the chase but are adamant to admit it. Now to keep up with these noisy times we need to have some quiet times in our life, to think and rethink, to survive. Balance is very essential. Harmony is absolutely necessary. Sometimes it is good to have some time left for self. It helps a person to know herself or himself better and develop a different perspective of life. Spending time with oneself can mean a range of things. For me it is blogging, may be for others it is going to discs. It depends on you where you can find you, real you. Recharge your battery and you are ready to run the extra mile.
I am sitting with a burning cigarette pressed between my dry, chapped and half-baked lips with a weird look on my face, proofreading my post.