It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to...

14.3.2010

It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to...

What a stupid blog! That’s what Danny said when I coaxed him at gunpoint to peruse this blog.

I do not profess to know it all. I do not proclaim to be a guru or someone who has been enlightened by hiding in some caves in Kashmir or the desert. I have not found the elixir of youth or crystal ball to the answers of mankind’s problems. I am neither a religious nor a charismatic person oozing with charm. I am just your plain Joe with a wee bit of inferior complex and a perpetual whiner!

We all get a little philosophical with age and I am just jotting my two cents worth (if it is worth at all) of experiences to the junior citizen as history has the uncanny habit of repeating its ugly self. As they say in various cultures and civilizations, one who does not know where he came from will not reach where he is heading to.

This is not a literary exercise, hence do not expect high flowery bombastic standard of Shakespearean poetic English. It is not a theological thesis; you can expect things that may border on blasphemy. There may be tinge of sarcasm, loads of arrogance, political incorrectness and self glorification. Hey, it is my blog after all – I can and will write what I want to bearing in mind the priorities of starting the blog in the first place.

&xLike the 1963 song by Lesley Gore, it’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to…x&B