This is one of those “I feel extremely guilty for not updating my blog, AND I have tons of stuff I would like to talk about, but strangely, I want to pass it off with an extremely frivolous post” posts. However, don’t you dare exercise your choice to move on to someone else’s more interesting blog. I’m trying very hard to make this worth your while .
Ok, so let me get around to answering the question that the title poses: what’s up with me? (how much ever vain that sounds).
- For starters, I have just 6 more months of MBA to go. (*Does a hop, a skip and a triple somersault*). Yay! I’m almost close to the finishing line, and that means that 6 months down the lane, I shall
- have Saturdays and Sundays when I can *actually* sleep in and not be dragged to the insti at 7.30 a.m.
- stop feeling guilty of watching movies even though I still watch them by the bucketloads
- have months and months of not having to worry about project submissions, upcoming deadlines, primary & secondary research, quiz scores, and reading up 30 page cases before class.
[If you aren't yet saying tch tch, and shaking your head, and sympathizing with me right now, I'm sending some really cold vibes your way.. *glares*]
- I’m off of Facebook for a while. Yeah, I do log in, but I’m not so keen on updating status messages and having lots of people *like* it, then having to explain myself, send messages to long lost friends, find long lost friends (heck, if I haven’t found them already after 4 yrs of orkut + FB, then they are not probably worth finding out), or find how many lost cows someone’s got on their farm, or how many cakes they’ve baked, or the result to “what kind of shoe are you” that they’ve posted on their profile. Yes, people are sending me mails saying “what happened to you? I no longer see your status messages. Are you ok?”, which I’m not responding to either. I don’t know; this is probably a phase of some kind, and I may get over it soon, and come back and post the rest of my life on FB for all and sundry out there to read. For now, I’ve freezed off though and I’m enjoying the sabbatical. Even if my school and college(s) and work and kindergarten and … whatever kind of friends, aunties, cousins, colleagues, and other strange relationships think that I’m in a bad phase in my relationship and that’s why I’m not on FB .
- I’m on twitter much more regularly though. Infact, ooomz officially declared that I was afflicted with Tweet-diarrhoea! Which, if you don’t know about ooomz (who’s my mentor into twitter and one of the first from my circle to adopt twitter, fondle it and kiss it each day), is saying something. Also, given the fact that I’ve been on twitter since December 2006, and yet have just 1883 tweets as of today, to show for it. Which in twitterville means I’m still a baby (enfant terrible?). However, to show you just *what* the change in my twitter user persona has really meant, I’ll put in here a picture. My tweet stats (from tweetstats.com):
As you can see, August, September have been months of frenzied updates and don’t you dare compare my one month’s graph to the past 4 *years*. Of course, you may ask why I’m suddenly so inspired to be on twitter? Well, for one, on my iPhone (*cough, cough*), I uploaded the Twitter app, and its just amazing. I love it. Better than Twitterific, and better than Tweetdeck. Infact, miles better.
The other reason why I’ve gone from verbal diarrhoea to blog diarrhoea to tweet diarrhoea – well, I think I’m in that slope towards maturity, in the lifecycle of growth of a twitter user. I’ve finally figured out what I must tweet about, how frequently I can tweet and who I should follow, and all those really technical, psychological stuff that entails being on twitter (don’t ask me to explain it – reams have been written on twitter behavioural analysis already). This particular enlightenment on my twitter persona deserves another bullet point, so here goes:
- If there was a quiz on FB that asked “what kind of twitter user are you”, and I would have taken it, then the answers would have been “The kind that
- Talks about TV shows on Star World (Castle, Criminal Minds, Boston Legal, Desperate Housewives, Masterchef Australia… and you’re wondering why I do?)
- Speculates about potential-blog-post-topics (but never ends up writing them)
- Drools at men (sample this, this and this )
- Drools ALSO at women and writes really complicated confusing hashtags in the process
- Exposes her MBA-shortcomings, and yet posts supposedly-management-wisdom
- Shows she’s a true-blue-mallu at heart with #MalayalamFilmDialogues, festival-updates, regularly drooling at God’s own country and doing what propelled her blog into stardom – Onam pookkalams.
- Shows off her wierdities at night – staying up till 2 a.m. and drinking betel leaf wine for e.g.
- Brings to the world her deeply philosophical inner wisdom
- Uses her philosophical weaponry on her unsuspecting parents
- Displays an incredible capability for self-deprecating humour
- and finally, creates quotable quotes” . [dontcha love me by now ]
- Ok, so now that you know I’m this really great big phenomenon on Twitter, I switch tracks onto yet other happenings in my ultra-cool life. Do you know I write for S*P*A*M? Yeah, I do. I’m one of those really secretive characters masquerading behind an avatar and all, just so that no one can throw rotten tomatoes at me because they can’t FIND me in there (*evil laughter*). Ok, I’m kidding. Sorry. Actually, I am writing under an avatar but only because I found that a pretty cool concept (don’t ask me who I am though ). There are also other VERY smart and funny men and women behind SPAM, and I’m proud to be a part of such a fun group . Pls. grace us with your presence. We have two issues (August and September) under our belt, and the next one will be out in October. Read the articles, and comment away.
Alright. I think that I’ve now posted enough and more mundane details about my life and therefore, I can rest in peace. Sleep satisfied in the knowledge that my blog no longer looks deserted, and that I am STILL, despite the tweeting, and the non-fb-ing, and the mba-ing, and the spamming, a blogger.