First Ink !

Amitabh Bachchan (I had to refer to the internet for the spelling), blogs. So does Aamir Khan. Am not really trying to drop names here, but these are the names that drew my attention to blogging. It was when I read that our very own Lalu kaka has started blogging that I had to see what it was all about. For Amitabh and Aamir of course it probably is a publicity gimmick. But for Mr.Yadav it happens to be a platform for his opinions.

Now with the entry of these big shots blogging has become a 'cool' tag for some. I wouldn’t mind very much to get one too. But I was still contemplating which one I wanted to be; an autobio-blogger or a bio-blogger. Simply put, will I write my own blogs like Mr. Bachchan and Khan or will I get someone to write it, like Lalu kaka?

As you can see I have decided to be an autobio-blogger.

The decision to turn ‘blogger par excellence’ was the easy part. Considering I am not a particularly loquacious specimen, it took me a while to decide what to ‘word doodle’ about.

Here are some of the things I thought about (u’ll see for your benefit, that I decided against them. at least for now)

1. Movie reviews (I generally cannot remember movies after I walk out of the hall. So u can see, I don’t really qualify for this job)
2. Celebrities (I shall use this trick only when the popularity of my blog page hits rock bottom. I don’t see that happening anyways)

Now that I decided against the above mentioned topics, what did I finally settle upon u ask? Well here it is …..Tadaaa…

How Bangalore lives...

Ha Ha..I know…The god of all evils thrown in Bangalore’s face has arrived. Well let’s face it. Bangalore is Hip and Happening only in the newspapers. The statistics all but show the smallest percentage of the populace. Pocket money used to be meant for PUB, food, partner in that order and weightage. Now the trend has changed just a little bit. Pocket money is meant for PB, PUB, food, and partner. What is PB you ask? It’s the latest money maker in town, the all important PETROL BUNK my friend.

Yeah Yeah we used to get Petrol before...always. But the quantity of money now begin claimed by our dear bunk boy for 1 liter is now a whopping Rs62 (xtra premium mind you). Yes, even I thought it was a joke. Alas…

What does this mean for our Tech City? Well not much to the ‘Tech’ part of it. But for the more common guy who did not score 95 on 100 in his 12^th and a 70+ aggregate in his engineering owing to which he is only an average sales man…its hell.

Our clever bunk boys have now come up with another cunning scheme..."madam sadaa petrol illa...bari xtra premiummu". Waat to do?? Running a few expletives in my head, I simply go ahead and buy the damned liquid.

This is the newest entry to my "Thale KeDo factor". Earlier this factor was a multiple of money, traffic, eve teasers and Non Bangaloreans who think Bangalore owes them something. Well that is how life is here. On one end you have all the comforts a cosmopolitan city has to offer and an equal number of drain pipes that make sure all your hard earned money and peace get vacuumed down the ‘you know whats’....Waat to do??