I open my blogger to read all ur posts.. and i noticed soin had posted something.. i just opened it in a new tab and waited for all my tabs to open.. when i was reading the first post.. i happen to notice something.. it was not the usual "Post not found" sign.. the sign was a bit awkward.. It read "blog not found".. so i thought blogger is playing tricks with me again.. and so i refreshed the page.. the same thing again.. finding it a little hard to digest, i closed the tab and typed the address in a new tab.. same thing again.. it was then that i realised the idiot had done it for real.. these were the same words that were running through my mind..
these are for the brain that generated the thought to delete the blog..
these are for obeying the brain's commands..
If i had known that he was gonna do this.. i would have thrown lyrics such as these at him..
"So precious, yet surreal
Blog's a onetime deal
With a delicious dark appeal
And a non-religious kind of zeal"
but a helpless me was sleeping.. that which has happened cannot be undone.. atleast am happy that he kept a backup of it.. hopefully he'll start another one..
so i'll finish this by telling a story which i think he has not said in his blog..
Has anyone wondered how he got the name soin?? Its an interesting story.. i pity myself for remembering it partially.. now his name is vishvak saen.. i think in 8th.. they had a new maths teacher who was a malayali.. when she took the attendance for the first time, she pronounced his name as vishvak soin.. all his friends liked this catchy name so much that he was addressed by this name only.. an incident to prove that his friends dont even remember his real name happened in 11th standard i think.. one of his friends called to his home.. his mom had picked up the phone.. the friend had asked for soin.. his mom's obvious reply was "there is no soin in this house".. the friend tried hard to remember his name and stammered like hell.. his mom cut the call thinking that it was a wrong number..
i just got 1 word to say after all this.. freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.......
P.S: I think he is bound to kill me for keeping this mokka title..
P.P.S: as sridhar put it.. and he was finally beaten by a girl..
P.P.P.S: and we're off to nagpur for the CAT..