Why me?

Usually this is a question put to the heavens by fellow miserables.

Or that extremely hilarious line mouthed by comedian Vivek, in another of those sorry movies relying solely on his funny English to run the show.

But here, this question is in a different context.

Why me… it’s as in, why another blogger?

What to make of another of those self-gratifying nutjobs, arrogant enough to believe people will actually bother to read something they write?

And will it be one more addition to the zillion pages on the web that has paragraphs on homemade apple pies and why someone’s last girlfriend ditched him even though he was the best kisser around?

The answer is, I don’t know.

It could be. It may not be. I don’t want it to be. Could be worse.

But the thing is, I am a curious case.

I think a lot. Not a good idea in today’s today. Doers are kings. Not thinkers.

I love movies where the hero is untouchable. Not the apartheid kind, man! But that sucks too. Most of my trendy pals love noire, art house stuff. They can’t enjoy a movie that can’t be shut into any genre.

What is Rang de Basanti… a love story or a social-message-bearer or, or what is it, they ask.

I don’t know but I love it, is what I say. I’m not sufficiently educated it seems.

People say I have talents. I’ve never proved them right. Or me wrong.

I love Chelsea. A universally hated entity.

I sleep at 3. So do many of my good friends.

I have been dumped twice. Quite. And not quite.

I used to believe that guy God. Now I laugh at that idea. Not cos of the dumping thing though. Tsk!

I don’t drink. Yes. Not even beer. Yuck, ain’t it?

I’m the production of two middleclass govt employees. Yet I dream of one day directing a movie.

I even think Bhavana is substantially cuter than Jolie. Acrimony in Suresh Sekar’s book.

And I am surprisingly allergic to hard core porn.

Yup, I’m weird by default. And the thing about being weird, is that you have stories to tell.

So just look at this page as me talking to all of you together.

To my brother at home.

To Revathi at Calicut who promised me to read whatever I write. See if you can take it rev.

To Suresh at Coimbatore for applauding whatever I do.

To Priyadarshan at jeehsuz-knows-where.

So read. Comment if you feel like it. Open up one yourself. I’d be delighted.

Just don’t run away.

Cos we are all curious cases.

Heard Today on telly:

Virginia: Did you ever feel like burning the whole world down?

Hefner: Everyday.