In The Beginning

In the beginning, there was a boy. A boy sitting in his hostel room. A boy sitting on his bed, to be precise, for this was a boy who liked to be precise. Others in his room were either on a One Tree Hill Marathon, playing a game of cricket on the computer or watching Full Metal Alchemist. But this boy, this boy was different. This boy decided to start a blog.

A blog?!?!? asked his inner boy.

Yes, a blog. I think its absolutely fashionable to start a blog he replied.

But you've done that a zillion times before said his inner boy

A zillion?!?!

Fine. Take that stuck up precise **** of yours and start another blog. I'm not letting you take any of my brilliant ideas this time. You end up putting it in words that an illiterate infant would be ashamed of.

Your ideas. YOUR IDEAS?!?! Who on earth are you ? 

Umm...umm...me? Moi? Ahem....well....well...your the average " intellectual ". Go figure.

And the boy never figured, so he stopped arguing with the inner boy and went about creating his blog. His, well, 3rd blog. And he hopes, dreams, that he , one day , will have that blog, the blog with entries dating back to when George W. Bush was President and entries as new as the live coverage of the end of the world. And with that hope, that dream, the boy starts. Goodnight, for now. Hope to blog again. One blog at a time I guess.