apparently I haven’t kept my promise from that last post & I continue doing things like this.

#mydearxgf we need to talk.. don’t think this is working out.. it’s over.. it’s not me, it’s you.. it’s always been you.. we really had some[character count exceeded]

this post is about something else. this is about an imaginary girl, who has spent the last 6 years of her life, tweeting so much that she finally decides to give it up. and i am not talking about those determined people , who decide to give up Facebook forever, only to share their experience of it on Facebook, a couple of days later.

this is about the girl, who wrote in her diary about the breakup with twitter & why she did it?.. and you ask, what exactly did she write? you asked it, so here goes nothing..

“dear twitter, i have given it a great deal of thought. i have even tried you through the web, phone, chat, and so many gadgets. i don’t think it’s working out between us.. i think we need to end this..”

“listen, i know this must be so hard for you.. you are great, actually tiny, you’re smart, fast, accessible, available 98% of the time & outspreading like a pile of that, n all those.. but it’s not the same twittering feeling anymore.. before you met me, i never thought i would be in any relationship with social networking or maybe I forgot facebook.. maybe i was naïve.. but then you happened.. so different from orkut, facebook and myspace..”

“i could sense the attraction.. the simplicity.. 140.. no more, no less..
you were there in everything i did..”

“i got up, u knew.. i brushed my teeth.. u knew (and millions of other people).. i tripped and broke my nose.. u knew.. it was like, nothing could go wrong.. the web seemed an alright place.. we had some really great times..”

“remember when my boss was firing me, and i was tweeting it real-time… not to mention the reason for my expulsion, which was the tweeting of confidential company data.. and the time when my SSN came, and i told you, only to be ripped off a few grands due to an identity theft.. boy, you have some really keen & quick-acting criminal, dacoit followers..”

“and the time when i was held as a witness in a safe house.. one tweet and never mind… and all those times, when no one wanted to know, what i was doing.. yet you were there for me, to ensure i pissed off everyone by still tweeting about the things i did.. my shoes, the recipes, my trips, the coffee, the rains, my anniversary.. i even talked to my husband through you..”

“you have been with me through all those great rough times.. which wouldn’t have happened without you.. but now, things are different.. i don’t feel it anymore.. i tried the web but i get stuck.. i tried the gadgets.. but they are turning sophisticated.. i tried texting… but it Seems Mostly Sad..”

“initially i used to be chirpy on seeing you.. now i’m just overwhelmed.. the tags, the re-tweets.. random people follow me on you, and send me personalized hate-tweets.. hence it’s time.. it’s time that I let go of you.”

“i cannot believe that we are actually breaking up.. i always thought these things happened to other people.. but like a dog, every user has.. never mind.. it’s over.. and what do they say.. yeah.. we can still be friends.. i’ll still tweet the occasional ridiculous thing i’ll do.. but hang on, that’s how our relationship started in the first place.. so there..”

your’s truly,
the tumblr girl, now..

while chatting with my friends, I noticed the usual emote icons on my office’s instant messenger client. so the ridiculous section of my mind immediately kicked in to come up with this set of emote icons in a sequence.

after a quick glance, i would like to self-proclaim amidst heavy tomato-throwing opposition that, it is probably the story of LOST in a nutshell. (albeit a bad nutshell?)

oceanic 815 crash, raining fuselage, mysterious island, i want to go home, guys-where are we?, run from the black monster – kate, this is not happening by chance, confused about the timeline and flashes, sad about the life to go back to, sawyer & kate, jack & kate, jin, sun, ben & the people’s life, oceanic 815 flashback, origin of the island, the incident which turned everything into a wrong, richard & ben’s deal, punching in the keys every 108 minutes is the key to the em key & desmond is the key to all of this, why am i seeing cow – polar bears – sheep on this island, the others, jack after going back from the island, not feeling well – we need to go back, you cannot tell them – but locke – you need to bring them back, and then they unite like the colors of the rainbow, the black monster is happy to see its distant freedom, ajira flight brings back the crew to the 60s timeline, hurley & jin’s patrol in the van find them, final tussle between jack & locke – out of here to the purgatory…

i just dabble with lame things, this being one.. hopefully, I’ll not do too many humiliating things in my life.. and soon decide to stop doing this..

and this is part 2 and the concluding part of the video, folks.

prior to computers, this was the most sophisticated device i used, during my junior college days. it was so fast that, i could draw it first & then solve an equation with it, and still be on time. (of course, i didn’t see the other side of the question paper.)

scribbled this after watching all episodes of southpark, some time last year.

i scribbled this from the top of my friend’s pencil box, during a college day. there were 2 consecutive free lectures & this is the nerdy thing i thought of doing.

i scribbled this during my college days (gazillion internet years ago), from the back cover of a book. didn’t know at that time, that this is the capitol building. yes, i survived college.

a couple of decades old drawing of a indian scooter, which used to be parked near my house. drawn from a window view, when i was counting the daytime stars.

i drew this for a friend of mine, about three years ago.