Posted by
Zabi
| Posted in
Blog Design
,
Blog Themes
| Posted on
10:38
I have gotten jealous so many times when I saw my friends’ blogs. Not because of the content of their blog but the way their blog used to look. Most of the blogs on net just look amazing. It is because of the templates applied to the blog. Not just that, they have super cool widgets(non bloggers never mind..), and super cool formatting. After seeing such blogs, when I see my own, I always felt like spitting on it. My blog used to look so bad. The reason is I used to have a basic template provided by blogger.
If you are not a blogger you may not understand what a template is.For your better understanding and for no logical reason lets compare a blog with a cow. Lets say, If blog is a cow then template is the color you apply to the cow(Thinkin why the hell I would color a cow? just carry on reading.) and the udder of the cow is like the content of your blog.(Udder??!!@# don't know what it is? google it..) Not understanding a word of what I am saying. Just carry on reading this nonsense.
I knew I had to change the template. I wanted the best template in the world. I searched every nook and corner of the net for it. Not even one suited my requirement. Not matter how good the template was I could always find some kind of a defect. I rejected templates because of the following reasons,
1) The blog template should not contain pink color.
Pink color is girly and I hate it from the core of my masculine heart.A pink blog gives the same feeling that you are getting now by watching this pink cow. If you are a reader would you lilke to touch the udder of such blog? A dot of pink color is sufficient to reject the blog templarte.
2) The blog should not look girly.
Posted by
Zabi
| Posted on
00:42
I am feeling totally miserable these days. Every aspect of my life has become a reason of my misery. For instance let’s focus on a few important reasons of my misery.
1) My Job sux!!
With my job life has become stagnant. My office is a boring place. I got no interesting work in office to do. I got no interesting company in office to spare my time for. All guys in my office floor suck. All gals in my office think I suck. There cannot be any growth in my career. Even If there is, I cannot grow along with it. I can’t do any thing about any thing. I feel totally helpless.
2) My Social life sux!!
What is social life? I have forgotten the answer to this question for a long time now. I work like 24*7 for 5 days and after that no energy is left to do anything on the weekend. A thing like gal friend could have given me some respite but that space in my life has been void for ages and I have become hopeless now. There is no color or vigor in my life.
3) My life is full of defects
I am full of Defects like,
I am not 6 feet tall.
I don’t have 6 pack abs.
I haven’t got Einstein’s brain.
I can’t talk as effectively as harsha bhogle.
I have earned a lot less than a million dollars.
I don’t have many good friends.
Posted by
Zabi
| Posted on
10:54
Today when I was debating with my friends on the current hot topics of regionalism and religion I rememberd a tale that happened in some part of life which changed my point of view. It happened almost a decade back when I was studying in a boys hostel. Let me narrate this tale to you,
The boys hostel in which I was studying in had a very strict schedule. We were hardly given any time for ourselves. It was so strict that we were not allowed to do even things like playing cricket or watching T.V. We had no communication whatsoever with the outside world except that we had a small chance of glancing at the news paper at 8 AM in the morning only for 1/2 hr. There were at least 200 people in the building and there was only one copy of news paper. Everyone's main area of concern in the news paper was only the movie and sports section unless there was some major news.Rarely once in a month do I used to get the chance of glancing at the paper for a few minutes.
Posted by
Zabi
| Posted on
10:22
Last night my parents dropped a bomb shell through their phone call, yet again.
“Beta! Send one recent and a bit decent photo graph of yours. Not that monkey posed sleazy photographs from one of your social networking sites”
Not their first attempt though, but they were never successfully in striking the target. But this time I feel they struck the target right at its core. Not that their aim was any better than their previous attempts but this time the target moved itself to be struck by their bombshell. Can’t decipher a word of what I am saying? My parents want a photograph of mine for the bride search to get me married.
The first time they asked me, I couldn’t believe I was old enough to get married. Actually I don’t know if it were the order or disorder of my genes that I look much younger than I actually am. Looking at my face in my mirror I wondered, if I get married now, could some one sue me for child marriage? Also I felt, I had a great way ahead of me to advance in my career. I thwarted their proposals, point blank.
Very soon they asked me a second time. That time I no longer looked like a child any more. But still, I wanted to enjoy my youth. I perceived the marriage to be a destroyer of youth like any other bachelor would and strongly believed that one should surrender to it only when there is not enough youth left in one. So I decided to enjoy my youth in as many ways as I can.
Rarely do my decisions materialize into actual reality. To understand my plight, one must dig down into the flash back a bit deeper. Let me present you with some data to interpret.
Age Status Reason
| Age | Status | Reason |
|---|
| 5 | Single | Did not know how to get committed |
| 10 | Single | Hated gals. Did not want to get committed. |
| 15 | Single | Loved gals. But gals hated me for hating them earlier. |
| 20 | Single | Thought career is more important to gals. |
| 2 months to 25 | Still Single. | Still do not know how to get committed. |
Posted by
Zabi
| Posted in
Bengalis
,
Kolkata
| Posted on
11:06
After my last article you must now very be curious to know of what has become of my habit. No cigarettes yet. Really!! I can swear on the thing that is of utmost importance to me and that is ‘you’, the reader of my blog. So I cannot lie. Really yaar!
Do you wonder sometimes, why you are reading this blog in spite of all its stupidity? Is it me or is it the way I write. When I asked this question to one of my friend he said, “It’s obviously you, stupid! You under stand how stupid you are and can write it very well”. After this I tried to understand why do people love to know about the stupidity going in others life? Because it is fun to laugh at the stupidity of others than at one’s own. If I can make others laugh with what I write, what more I can expect from my blog. (You flattered eh?)
I have not informed most of you that I am presently in kolkata for a short trip of 3 months. What a city it is! Beautiful! Can you guess the reason? Haha. Gals. Since I came from south, where the ratio of pretty gals to not so pretty gals is 1: infinite, I was dumbstruck to find the ratio here being the reciprocal of the quantity that is prevalent in the south. I also came to know that all the major beauty product companies use fair gals from north for their ad campaigns, who do not use any fairness creams owing to their natural fairness to lure the gals in the south to use the same. Gals here never get dark and the gals in south never get fair and the beauty products kept on selling. What a concept of management!! In spite of this understanding, I always wonder why I can’t crack CAT.
