Blogging in the finite universe

Wacky. Weird. Cool. Smart.
All these and many more words pop in and out of your head. Actually, they just flutter through it. This happens when you happen to think of the person I am talking about here. All this and much more is subject to you having actually having crossed paths with the very person in question.

A seemingly simple gentleman. Goes by the name of Ravi Handa. I know him from a few quizzes I met him at. In Calcutta (Yes, I still spell it the old way!), and my college.

Seemed to be a guy who was a veritable source of gyaan on movies, books, music and other forms of intellectual activity that piques the curiosity on engineers-to-be in colleges when they are not busy mugging up for their exams the next day. I’ll skip going into the finer details of what really interests this unique species- engineers-to-be-during-exam-prep-leave. (I speak only for the males, since females are, well exactly that.)
Coming back to the thing I shot off at a tangent from, this frood, is like a real cheer-upper for lost causes. Let’s just examine his case.

Guy Studies (Assumption).
Gives IIT-JEE (Fact).
Lands a seat in IIT-KGP(Kharagpur, the oldest one) (Fact)
Gets a dual-degree course in Computer Science (Assumption)
Spends 5 years on the way to the graduation ceremony.
Decides against treading the beaten path
Takes an extra year at it.
Gets a job offer from some SW company
Gives a few choice Entrance tests for business schools, in hope of pursuing an MBA
Misses the IIM’s, get’s XLRI
Decides to take a sabbatical from whatever he was doing
Tells SW company & XLRI where they can take their respective offers
Joins IMS to teach Gyaan to mortals (spelt CAT aspirants)
Gives the CAT again, since this was actually why he took this path
Now, with CAT over & major load dispelled, goes back to musings on Life, The Universe and Everything.
Calls me up n has a nice chat about the weather on his planet
Discusses his plans of contemplating about not accepting the likely IIM offer that maybe headed his way soon
Causes me to ruminate on all this for the next 3.326 minutes and end up writing this piece

There was a point to this story, but it has temporarily escaped the chronicler's mind.

Never you mind. What just suggested itself to me a few hours ago, was that the fact the people read your blog, and make you think that Hey, someone is finally hearing my point-of-view. And that is exactly causes you poor ‘lil point-of-view to keel over and die a silent, painful, excruciatingly slow death. Sorry for that. The writer ends up feeling, hmmm, what will XYZ think of this when they read it? And so starts the infinite self-destructive loop that trims away whatever worthless thoughts you had starting expressing in the first place. I mean, really, c’mon, what the hell? When you start and no-one visits your blog, you mope that you ain’t getting any hits on the site. And when the stat counter starts chasing it’s tail, ever so slowly, though it might be, you end up moping about the repercussions of your mopings on the net.

Like in case of the frood mentioned above, he simply stopped blogging since most of his students read it and tell him about it too. So, it’s a constant nag, like, what might this be understood as, so on and so forth… the very reason blogging is so much fun is killed if your real-life self becomes responsible for the meanderings of your web-presence.
My way out of this mess is a quote from Ford Prefect, a cool frood from The Hitch-Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (which makes a whole lot more sense than logic mostly).
It mostly says it all.

"My doctor says that I have a malformed public-duty gland and a natural deficiency in moral fibre," he muttered to himself, "and that I am therefore excused from saving Universes."

Time for me to get back to being actively irresponsible and shut my brain off, so as to study for my papers tomorrow.meanwhile, i give you my mantra on how to tackle the papers and other tasks you face in life with no clue as to how to go about them :

Don't Panic