BEFORE AND AFTER
My take on the indiblogger prompt of life before and after indiblogger
LIFE BEFORE INDIBLOGGER
Time: Any random weekend or even weekday evening
Venue: My bedroom
Scene: Me, lounging on my rocking chair in my shorts, back from a vigorous walk by the sea (when in Delhi or Kolkata – back from my swim) A brimming mug of beer and a bowl of wafers within easy reach. An open book is lying on my lap. Either the TV is on playing some sitcom, or the music system is playing what my mood that day dictates. The Dulcet voice of my wife wafts in along with the aroma of dinner, saying,’ are you going to join us or should we start without you?’ I seek a few moments more till the episode or the chapter ends. I am told that I can heat up my own dinner whenever my heart desires as she is turning in early to catch an early flight the next day. In other words you get a glimpse of a typical scene of peaceful happy domesticity.
Scene Ditto with a small addition, the laptop on the lap top
Minor variation in the Dialogue: Now I respond that I will just finish this post, instead of the sitcom or chapter, the rest is as usual. Sometimes helpful criticism like ‘Some more of your narcissistic outpourings?’ add zing to the dialogues.
Time passes by. My Indivine rankings improve. I actually gather followers. Strangers like and comment on my posts. I notice others have Best Blogger of Tikrampur and other such placards adorning their posts. I turn a vivid shade of green. I decide to redouble my efforts to have those million hits and miles of comments and multitudes of followers, along with the various prizes like trips to Timbuctoo and shopping coupons for sanitary hardware.
But alas! This is not to be. Now I have lost my peace of mind and beauty sleep trying to find the magic formula. It is understood that I will heat my own dinner. I am merely pushed aside along with my laptop to make place for dinner mats. Indivine you have made me taste blood and taken away my sanity
This is the new me. Thank you Indiblogger.