A plate of Nihari is a joy forever...

Going through a blog today, I was hit by a realisation which had hitherto eluded me. You see, contrary to popular opinion (the use of the word 'popular' is, I think, highly suspect in this context), I am not as big on technology as I appear to be, and the last thing that I would ordinarily have done was to take out time from my self-inflicted business (read busy-ness) to read someone's blogs.
Please allow me now to introduce myself. I am the most conceited, hypocritical, selfish and evil bastard ever to inhabit God's Green Earth. You know how sometimes you see someone walking down the street and you think to yourself "Wow! This guy's cool," or "He must be nice," or a multitude of other pleasant things. You might also see people who, from the very sight of them, disgust you, send shivers down your spine and make you physically sick. I am one of those people. But the tragedy is (and this is my tour de force of Iago-istic duplicity) that people do not see that in me somehow. All I am to them is a harmless buffoon. I mean, how blind do you have to be to figure out that this is guy who's going to screw me over tomorrow, or day after tomorrow, or next month even?
So coming back to the question of blogs... I did not read them, and as such, had no idea what went on in such places (I'm trying my best to make a 'blog' sound like a 'brothel'). But, being the conceited shit that I am, I must necessarily to have an opinion on everything. And one of the more cherished opinions that I nursed was the fact that the journals and diaries that people oftentimes should not be private, because that negates the very purpose of having a vent for your emotions. Since a person's diary or journal represents their take on other people and how such and such situation affected them, it is more logical (HAH!) to make the account public, so that others can read it and either learn from their mistakes or the mistakes of others (Yeah right, as if that's going to happen!), or, as we are wont to do, take offence, fight and be told to piss off!
So imagine my surprise when I, reading the blog of certain individual, realised that these blogs are the culmination of one of my most cherished ideals. Now, since I have been a vocal proponent of this concept for so long, it would seem pretty darned lame if I were not to have a blog of my own, wouldn't it. After all, that's me, always keeping up appearances, trying to fool people into thinking that I'm somebody or something that I am, in fact, not.
Hence, ladies and gentlemen, here it is. My version of Mr Hyde... the place where the real me is finally unleashed upon the world. It's a crying shame that no one will be around to read it.

Oh, and by the way... my titles for all my posts have nothing to do with the content of the article itself, ever!