3 Nov 2005, 11:20pm
When there is peril...
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At the peril of undoing all that I hoped I had managed to do with my previous post, I thought I should touch upon something that the few remaining veterans of this gasping blog section would be able to savour. Before I get there, let's delve on this thought that has just struck me. The phrase I used to kick this post off is one of my most favourite ones, perhaps second only to 'you are suffering from peer pressure'. Pity, I never used either on my blog until now. This is as good a time as any to make up.
At the peril of being nostalgic, I thought we should take a trip down memory lane to a time when men were real men, women were real women and small posts made on blogs were real small posts made on blogs. It was a time when good writing was given the credit it deserved, a time when the bloggers appreciated intellectual balderdash (an oxymoron?), and a time when writers did not write for the sake of it. Sometimes serious attempts were made (none by me though) to say for others what they could not say properly for themselves.
At the peril of sounding blase, or even of the ofay (my definition for all those who behave like Simi Garewal did/does/will do on that show of hers called Rendezvous) society class, blogging had a refreshing feel to it which is not to say that it does not have so today but the fragrance seems to have dulled just a little bit. As blogger upon blogger decided to move on (I am still foxed why, especially in the cases of Neurotron, Aran, Aloque and Patch), they took away with them some of the life that they themselves had infused. The old rang out but the young never really rang in. Now what would Tennyson say to that? I wonder.
At the peril of coming through as obnoxious, and not just because I have used this phrase four times in as many paragraphs, sometimes it is almost painful when youth does not take over from where age left off. I do not know the point behind this post, the same way I do not know the point behind any of my posts. But this one seems a little closer to heart than most.
Current Mood: Gloomy
Current Music: A deafening silence...
At the peril of being nostalgic, I thought we should take a trip down memory lane to a time when men were real men, women were real women and small posts made on blogs were real small posts made on blogs. It was a time when good writing was given the credit it deserved, a time when the bloggers appreciated intellectual balderdash (an oxymoron?), and a time when writers did not write for the sake of it. Sometimes serious attempts were made (none by me though) to say for others what they could not say properly for themselves.
At the peril of sounding blase, or even of the ofay (my definition for all those who behave like Simi Garewal did/does/will do on that show of hers called Rendezvous) society class, blogging had a refreshing feel to it which is not to say that it does not have so today but the fragrance seems to have dulled just a little bit. As blogger upon blogger decided to move on (I am still foxed why, especially in the cases of Neurotron, Aran, Aloque and Patch), they took away with them some of the life that they themselves had infused. The old rang out but the young never really rang in. Now what would Tennyson say to that? I wonder.
At the peril of coming through as obnoxious, and not just because I have used this phrase four times in as many paragraphs, sometimes it is almost painful when youth does not take over from where age left off. I do not know the point behind this post, the same way I do not know the point behind any of my posts. But this one seems a little closer to heart than most.
Current Mood: Gloomy
Current Music: A deafening silence...
4 Nov 2005, 12:02am
First, Scripto, let me give you a standing ovation. At this point, please imagine that I'm standing and also imagine that I'm clapping, because actually I am too lazy to get up and my hands are really typing. This post has warmed the cockles of my heart, though I have no idea what cockles are. But, please, just take it from me, I am mighty pleased with this acknowledgement to the greats of FH blogworld. The fact that you have put in my name in there does not, I repeat, DOES NOT have a part to play in my whole-hearted support, gladdening of heart and standing ovation. Yet. What has a part to play is the fact that you reminded me of the Golden Age of FH blogs. That was quite some time.
And let me also tell you, I think this is the post of yours that I liked best, surpassing my earlier favourite, the one where the girl slapped / pinched / caressed / did whatever to your behind, or even the one that I remember with much fondness, that of your being the only man in the top 5, or the very first one you posted... the arty type, or maybe even the one about your neighbour and the ankh matakka... ok, ok. I admit, I just can't decide, but this one, as you said, it's special.
Now, after the mad-excited-groupie impersonation, the question. What exactly did you do with your previous post that this one might undo? Really. I'm too curious.
PS. veteran?! I'm not so sure I like that...
4 Nov 2005, 1:08am
At the peril of sounding like I am imitating you with one of your favorite phrases, Tennyson would say, "this one is closer to heart than most."
4 Nov 2005, 1:10am
And, I noticed that you surely noticed that the previous post has 42 comments on it! Doug was right, 42 is the answer to life ;)
4 Nov 2005, 2:48am
This post of yours makes me think of you as old, old, old, like grandpa old or great grandpa old. I guess this generation of ours doesn’t really care about continuation of traditions or excelling in something, today I assume we are all about having fun and socializing and enjoying life to the fullest. Oooh is this the downfall of civilization? No no no it can’t be. I guess we are just taking it to a next level.
4 Nov 2005, 3:11am
Oh! i almost had a heart attack right now. The tag thing for advertisement on your post question "Who is the best role model" Paris, Britney or Lindsey. Oh! this question just made me doubt my answer to downfall of civilization.
4 Nov 2005, 3:42am
Twigrl, you made me burst out laughing at 3:30 in the night. Such amusement is treasured. You're priceless. Here, have a virtual booglie-wooglie-wooksh! :D
PS: Maybe you should start a blog here. Scripto would surely love the competition. ;)
4 Nov 2005, 7:13am
But why do you compare?
would nt dwelling in the past glories hinder you from actaully appreciating anything new that you catually come across?
4 Nov 2005, 11:39am
Aran, awesome comment. Don't know what to say in response except nodding my head like an excited dolphin. *gives the bow of obescience*
Jaan, the man was a genius. Not for no reason are you and I so fond of him.
Twigrl, your two comments were highly contradicting. The second one cracked me up too, despite the gloom stamp that I have. As regards the first one, you should have been there at the time I spoke of to understand.
Jai, it is not about comparison. I don't even like the word. But there are times when one cannot help but be overcome with feelings.
5 Nov 2005, 5:07pm
Sigh! I wanted to do that - pay a tribute to all those guys of yesteryears(?) whose blogs were my companions at work when I wanted to pretend to be working, and which became a small part of my daily life. I just didn't get the opportunity/time/motivation to do it. Plus, I guess I had never really begun to miss them because I got into other things by the time the first of them (Aran) left - not to be mistaken by morons to mean that I finally got a life. :) I guess you could console yourself by calling it the "end of an era" - that's one cliched phrase which still hits the bull's eye when you want to pay someone a tribute.
Script Writer, you did it really really well (should there be a comma between the two really's?). You do deserve a standing ovation.
5 Nov 2005, 6:12pm
Thank you, Toeplitz.
I don't know what else to say here. Except perhaps answer Aran's question. So here is an attempt at that.
I had hoped I had managed to shatter the illusions you had regarding my being a goodie-goodie boy. I have certainly undone that with this post. On another note, did you actually have to ask this question to know what I was driving at? Then you don't know me well enough. :( Sigh!
6 Nov 2005, 1:58pm
Yes, I did need to ask Scripto. But this one does not shatter my illusions as much as the next post does. But then, I had already revised my opinion due to some educational reading on the FHDBs. :)
Yes, perhaps I don't (know you well enough). We will have to do something about that.
6 Nov 2005, 8:10pm
Aran, this just had to be done. I could not let people live with a false opinion about me. Even if that is the opinion that my posts projected. Because I may be hypocritical to the world but I am not hypocritical to myself.
7 Nov 2005, 1:36am
But I thought you knew perfectly well what you are, so how would you be hypocritical to yourself?
7 Nov 2005, 11:47am
I perceive my blog audience as an extension of me. Their misperspective is my my misperspective.
8 Nov 2005, 7:41am
Oh me quite late!...but its never late to accept the compliment. Thanx Aran!