Failed Promise

I didn't write anything for ages. Because there is no one to read. Today I am researching on the land rights of ParashuRaman over Kerala... Quite the intellectual property of the saint with the axe.

Why me... or Why I...

I thought once, I thought twice, I fell asleep before thinking again... Anyway, two thoughts were enough to decide next morning that I will blog. What the hell. Who cares.

Which would be the medium? Malayalam (Adenine, Thymine, Cytosine, Guanine and Malayalam... Watson and Crick or whoever... Rosalind, maybe... whoever screwed the world, missed that one. I didn't. I am smarter), the language in which I think, or English, the language which promises me my share of Global Warming? Hindi is not in the race, you know, because... I should be politically correct., so no more comments. And in the end, I decided... English of course, who cares for Malayalam.

According to age old Indian ideas, it's all written on my head. Thalavara. Fate is not the accurate translation. Just all these, including my new avatar as a blogger, every story is written on my head. Right during the Precambrian times. All these hair you see is just to hide the stories. Astrologers in India bribe barbers to get scoops out. So, you must have got it by now. I can't help it. I have to blog... I can miss my chapathi and dal tomorrow. But I can't stop myself from blogging.

What to write?

Obama, you are godsend.
Or Global Warming...
Or Dialectical materialism...

I don't know anything about all these... But Thank God, I was a journalist. And to add to it, I took a social science class last Fall. Now, I am legally eligible to write on anything under the sun.

So, keep your eyes and ears for my first blog story... coming soon... Eastman color... Classic Vintage me...