Blogging becomes an addiction once you actually get into it. This would be a normal conversation in the life of a regular blogger…
Random Arbitrary Person in the Background: Oi! Whatup? What’re you doing on the comp abhi? At such a bizarre hour?
Blogger with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (now) for Blogging: I’m blogging.
Random Arbitrary Person in the Background #2: Blogging? At this time of the day? Oh c’mon, man.. You can do this whenever, later!
Blogger with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (now) for Blogging: No, man. I just feel the need to blog so badly. There’s this thought… and I like totally totally have to blog it.
Random Arbitrary Person in the Background: But thoughts are like always there. If you’re thinking about it so hard, it’s not like they’re gonna ditch you and run away or something.
Blogger with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (now) for Blogging: (now throwing random blogging philosophies in the air) You see… Thoughts are like a train. It’s there at a particular moment. If you leave it at that moment, it never comes back in time for you to use it when you want to. Of course, they’re not like the local trains in Mumbai because the same train always comes very frequently at your convenience. That’s a good thing the government has done. But then again, the government doesn’t really symbolise thought.
What the Blogger with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (now) for Blogging doesn’t realise that his/her audience has now absconded (to be read abscondified because that word sounds better) themselves to a place secure from the Blogger with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (now) for Blogging’s constant rants.
But yea.. Coming back to why I wanted to blog. It’s often seen, and also evident from this post, the kind of trash that people can come up with through their ‘NEED to blog’. So then is it a need to blog or a need to get an obscene number of ratings by advertising to the world that you’ve put up on your blog so that everyone goes to read it (what’s interesting here is the fact that nobody really is told of the quality of the posts since it’s from the blogger with obsessive compulsive disorder (now) for blogging – note the lack of capitals because it is now a generalisation of the creatures of this unique species – and is obviously then a biased opinion)?
Now look at me… Why am I blogging? Maybe it’s because I have nothing better to do and a stubborn mind that refuses to do the assignments dumped on me (and the rest of my class – jeez! how can I not be inclusive?).
But yes… I think at this point my audience (or rather patient readers) might just about be ready to pull out their hair (or hunt me down to pull out mine) for my incessant and pointless rant. 
Toodles!
*written sometime last year…
