Grey shaded memories : the sequel

Prelude: This blog was due to be completed on Wednesday coz it was a holiday here in Japan. Don't ask me for what. Me doth not know.My boss here tried explaining me about it being something related to Spring. Didn't get it. Didn't bother to. I'm not one of those "get to know the reason behind everything" people. As long as its an off, i don't care if its for spring, for summer, or because some lousy old long-lost comet has finally has finally found its way to ram into their favorite place earth, or atleast as Hollywood has me believe, The New York City!
Wednesday came and Wednesday passed and what did i do? Well, to sum it up in a line plagiarized from The Eagles and disgustingly mutilated: "For the record, I never hibernated. I just took a 1 day sleep vacation!" (Contact me in private and under oath of secrecy I'll tell you what the original is)
End of prelude

Getting back to my grey-shaded memories saga, as i said, once out of college, i neither had blackboards nor the audience. So it was a temporary hiatus from graffiti, the instincts being intact though. Life went on. I got married and once again in life, I had it all; a pretty wife, a wonderful kid and a decent job. Fairy-tailish stuff.
Trouble began when i got a new boss at work. He was the sort of a guy you'd like to use all the beep words and their derivatives that you know, to qualify. For god knows what reason, i was his pick of the lot. What followed was pure, simple, sadistic torture. I couldn't take it any more. My life was definitely not heading in the right direction. While on one hand i had this boss of mine making me feel what hell is all about, on the other hand, my kid wasn't exactly putting his inherited creativity to constructive use.
Finally, it struck! I got fired the next day, the reason for which I'll never come to know. My only remote guess is that they didn't find the "flush well after use" that I'd written on my boss' chamber, too funny. More was to follow though. I come home and see my kid back from school way early than usual. An almost-ready-to-burst look on my wife's face told me something wasn't too right. Then the facts came out. My kid got kicked out of school for leaving a note in his book to his teacher saying "Your teaching sucks but that ain't no reflection on you bybe". There you go. Double whammy!
Anyways, my wife blamed me and and my penchant for disaster-invitingly funny writing for our kid's behavior, for me losing my job, for everything. She left with the kid never to be back again...sob sob...hankies please. Nope, the clean ones if you don't mind....
Well, that's how it all ended. I swore to be normal and never to get into such writing stuff again, come what may...So ladies and gentlemen, now you see why it was difficult for me to convince myself to take up blogging.
But then again, some people, you see, are just incorrigible...

p.s. There's a typo way up there..Its a "comet has finally has finally found its way".. Rather than correcting this, i'll leave the 2 'finally's in consideration of those comets who, before beginning their journey, went to a buddy comet's "I made that planet pee in its pants" party, had more shots of bitti vodka than usual, are now seeing a couple of more earths than what actually are, and are really really confused about which one to hic! errr... i mean hit!.

Grey shaded memories: part 1

I remember my first "professional" attempts(if it ain't blasphemous calling them that) at writing anything dangerously close to that fine line between sanity and the other, darker side was when i was in college. Back then, I had it all; a personal collection of all the blackboard graffitiing essentials. A quantity of chalk pieces that can run the primary education in India for half a decade, two and a half dusters(would have had 3, had the dumb thing not got stuck in a door), and a near impeccable sense of timing required to finish a board-full of graffiti between the time everybody has left after the last lecture of the day and the time the security person comes to lock the classroom. I've had lots of justmadeits i tell ya!
I used to leave a signature for my graffiti too, like all lunatics, criminals and superheroes(not that they write graffiti;i meant the signature here). Well, that leaves us with the obvious question of which category do i belong to, the discussion of which we will leave for lazy Monday morning 9ams.
Coming back to the graffiti thing, boy, it was real fun...Not just the writing part, but also the part where i saw people's feelings metamorphosize from "Hey, who wrote that? that's funny!" to "Hmmm OK, its kinda good.Now if only he cares to clean up the next day morning..." to "This is getting irritating...Who does he think he is, P.G.Wodehouse?" to "Man, this is too much. This guy sucks. He needs to get a life, some sense and without doubt, a few kicks on his rear!". Sure. First thing in the morning if i were the person asked by my Prof to clean a blackboard full of what is some jerk's bad idea of a supposedly "creative" orgy, i wouldn't have had too many affectionate feelings myself. And i didn't even get started about what I'd be feeling for that Proffie here!
Anyways, that was my college life.....4 years of vulgar fun and a handful of people who wanted my blood on their hands. It was good while it lasted, i swear!
Once out of college, there were no blackboards and not much of an audience either. So the urge for such moronic writings gradually weaned off...

p.s: This blogger is known for over-dramatising situations. The reason why this point is mentioned only as a post-script is obvious!

Kennedy assassination - the real story

Agreed. Guilty as charged! Yes, that was just a run-of-the-mill attempt at trying to draw your attention. But it had to be either that or "Hot pics of Hollywood stars inside". I figured that there's no way in a million years that i could possibly get somebody to read my blog with a title that's anything other than that.
I've got no mean task on my hands folks. I need to churn out a popular first blog here. If not for anything else, at least for some PR disaster management in the eventuality of my subsequent blog attempts becoming forgettable. And of course it'll be nice to be remembered as "Hey, its that Kennedy assassination blog guy". hehehehe..A wee bit over-optimistic, that's what i am but hey, I'm still alive and it proves a point! ;)
So ladies and gentlemen, that explains why i custom-engineered the title for my foray into the blogarena.
Actually, it hasn't been easy convincing myself to take up blogging because when it comes to writing, I have memories and memories in all shades of grey......

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Blogger "nostalgia"fied for the day.To be continued shortly....