The Death of A Blogger

A blogger died and reached the Pearly Gates to be interviewed by St. Peter...

St. Peter: Welcome to the Pearly Gates. The name is Peter, Saint Peter. (to himself) Great...another blogger...I am gonna need more coffee...

Blogger: Hey, this place is cool...nice gates...and I see you have a fog machine for the mythological touch...I could write a great post about this place...you wouldn't happen to have a camera, would you?...I like to include pictures along with my blog posts. (smiles annoyingly)

Peter (rolling his eyes): Why do I get all the screwballs on Monday?

Blogger: And hey, you've got a cool pc and everything...did you upgrade recently?...if not, you should really consider it...you know, Microsoft just released this great new operating system called...

P (exasperated): Would you just sit down and be quiet already? Now, the reason you are here is that we have to decide whether to send you to Heaven or to Hell...

B: Sheesh! What a grouch...I wonder how Mrs. Peter puts up with Mr. Sunshine here...

P (with an oily smug I-knew-it look): Ah, it says here that I have to send you to Hell.

B: WHAT? No...there must be some mistake...I have led a good honest life...I did not commit any sins...

P: Well...it looks like you plagiarized one post too many without giving credit to the rightful bloggers...

B (sheepishly): Uhhh...heh heh heh...ok, maybe I was "inspired" while writing a couple of posts...but I wrote a lot of genuine ones too...you know, thoughts for the day, movie reviews, poems, jokes...

P: Jokes, eh? Well, guess who's laughing now? (breaks into guffaws of laughter)

B: Uh, you are.

(Awkward silence)

P: You weren't supposed to answer that. It was a rhetorical question. I was just saying - That the "joke" is on you, buster. (laughing hard while beating the desk with fists)

B: Uh, what joke?

(Silence again)

P: You know what, Mr. Smartypants? I am too old and too rich to put up with this. Off you go...(presses a button...hidden trapdoor under B's chair opens and B falls with a rapidly fading yell)

(B lands in front of Satan)

Satan: Ah, another one of you...it's surprising how many of you bloggers turn up here. Welcome to Hell. Let me be frank...I don't know what Peter Parker up there told you but the reason you were sent here is that you are a smartass. Oh and in case you haven't guessed already, I am Satan...

B: I thought you said your name was Frank...

S: I am gonna pretend I didn't hear that. Now, if you follow me I'll show you the Blogger's Room.

B follows, trying to stomp on S's tail. S leads him into a huge air-conditioned room with row after row of shiny new workstations.

S: In here, we have the latest computer technology ever conceived, entirely for use by you bloggers. You can sit in here for as much time as you want and create blog posts unrivalled to anything you might have composed before.

B: Wow...this is unbelievable...just look at all the cool stuff in here...the templates, the formatting tools, the photo albums...oh I must be dreaming...or I must have died and gone to heav...Hey, wait a minute...I thought you said this place was Hell...so how come you give us bloggers the best possible tools and facilities for blogging?

S: Ah, you see, that's the best part...none of our systems have a "Submit Post" button...

B: NOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooo...

The Wedding

The wedding day. He watched her as she walked down the aisle towards him. She looked radiantly beautiful in her white gossamer gown. She looked at him and smiled. That enchanting, infectious smile. He wished he could lift her in his arms and carry her away at that very moment. He smiled back. So far, everything had gone according to plan.

For the past two months, they had meticulously planned the wedding. No detail was small enough to be neglected. She was a stickler for detail. One of the many things he loved about her. She had dragged him through a countless number of bridal shops before selecting the gown and he had accompanied her with a smile. The guest lists, the invitations, the cake, the floral arrangements, the limo, the rehearsal - she had intricate plans for each. And he had agreed, never saying a word in protest. It had paid off. So far, everything was perfect.

And now she was near. The minister read the vows but he had zoned out. All his thoughts were focussed on her. And then, almost in a flash, it was over. She was all smiles now. She tossed the bouquet and there was a momentary rush of hands to grab it. The guests swarmed around to offer their congratulations. It was time for the final part of the plan. They wanted to rush off to the honeymoon immediately and the getaway limo was standing ready outside. She winked at him and they were off. Everyone shouted and cheered as they ran towards the exit. Yes, it had been perfect. Just as she wanted.

She and the lucky bloke she had married, were going on a month long cruise of the Bahamas. He, was going back to his apartment in Queens.

Tracer Spade - Private Eye

It was a dark night in a city that knew how to keep its secrets. I lowered my hat and turned up my overcoat as I walked through the bitter cold that had frozen the city's heart. I had a .38 in my holster, fifty greenbacks in my pocket and a case to investigate. Tracer Spade - Private Eye, that's what they called me.

It was two days ago that she had shown up at my office. Business was dull, the fridge was empty and so was my bank account. The door swung open and trouble walked in. Tall, blonde, beautiful and dangerous. She looked familiar, but then, most did. I listened to her yarn and reviewed the facts. There wasn't much to go on but she was a pushy dame and I was a sucker for tall blondes so I offered to do it for fifty bucks a day plus expenses.

And now, it was time. I had shadowed her to the building. She hadn't noticed me because I hadn't let her. I leaned against a lamp-post in the shadows smoking a Laramie slim while I watched her fumble with the keys. I knew where she lived. Apartment 5B. It was going to be easy. The locks put up a fight but I had the upper edge. I had been quiet. And I meant to stay quiet. The .38 would do the talking. She was humming softly with her eyes closed as she clasped her necklace. I placed the .38 on the nape of her neck. She stiffened. Click!

"Oh, knock if off darling. Have you been out rehearsing again? You do know that we still have two weeks to practice till the play opens..."

The Wait

"Come back young man when you can afford to give her all of life's luxuries."

And he had vowed that he would. She had promised that she would wait for him.

The day had come. He rang the doorbell. The butler let him in.

"Madam will see you in the study."

Few minutes passed. He paced about nervously. Then noticed a pair of eyes peeking from behind the curtains.

A little girl. The same blue eyes. And the same smile. His heart sank.

"Are those flowers for me?"

"Yes, my little angel, just for you."

It was time to leave. He did not wish to see her anymore.
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"Who was it dear, that wanted to see me?"

"I don't know Aunt Mary, but look, he brought me these pretty roses."

Saturn Aura

I was looking at the Motor Trend car of the year award and came across Saturn Aura. The newest offering from Saturn (part of GM) in Sedans at least as one can argue about which is latest the Aura or the Outlook. Of course I can't say that the Aura or Outlook are the ones which reminded that Saturn still manufactured cars that you could consider because just a little over one year Saturn came out with the Sky... a two seater sports car which caused a lot of ooohhh and aahh.

Since I am considering getting a new car for myself I decided to checkout the Saturn Aura. Here is what I discovered:
A good looking sedan, nice jewel shaped headlights, tail lights with metal inserts. More than anything I liked the optional brown leather and the fact that you could remote start your car :-) This was the same period when it was as cold as California should never be.

Also, it was pretty spacious, especially at the back which was impressive. It also has a decent engine in the XR model V6 with around 250+ HP and a six speed transmission which gives you better ratios and improves mileage. 5 yr. 100K warranty is an added plus especially since my old just recently gave me a transmission problem.

Whats the not so good thing about this car, you would ask. Apart from the cost - meaning its not really cheap, a feeling less brake pedal and NO Navigation option... is that its American.
I truly believe that American cars have greatly improved their quality (including reliability) in recent years, granted that they still use the same interior components in their 13k cars as they do in their 45k cars but common you cant blame them for having so many of them built already, because after all they were selling like hell and if ppl didnt complain then the companies thought we never would...

It also talks about how difficult it is to change an opinion once its formed and especially when you are investing in something. I love cars, test drive them for fun, read tonnes about them and now am even trying to write on them... I know these are good cars and dont want my assumptions to prevent me from giving the Saturn Aura a fair chance as a potential canditate in my next car's selection. I will pick the Aura if it does offer all that we need in a car...

The Irony

He placed the rose on the casket. A silent tear drop. More would come. Later.

The world spun. He staggered. When had it been? Two...three days ago? It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Now that...

He closed his eyes. She was back. That day. They had parted at the coffee shop. A two-percent French roast venti latte. Never again, he thought. Their last kiss. Her fragrance of jasmine. He could smell it now. She was late, she had said. Her hand drew away. And waved. If only he had held on. He turned the other way. Remember, dinner at eight, she had shouted. Not looking back, he had nodded, not...looking...back. Few more steps. And then the screech of rubber. He had stopped. He didn't turn around. He couldn't. Somehow, he knew.

He opened his eyes. Blurred. Must be the tears. Better closed. Her again. The first time. She had walked into class. Heads turned. And the murmurs. Stunning, someone said. He had felt a rage. He didn't know why. Quite a traffic-stopper, he heard. The irony was sickening. The car hadn't stopped.

He fell. A stroke. No air to breathe. Just silence. Then, a white light. And her.

How Did This Happen?

HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?

What…. How did this happen, when did this happen? Why didn’t anyone tell me before? The last time I met mom she looked very healthy but you are saying she is in a critical state, doctors have given up hope and that she may not even see tomorrow?
The person on the other side was my dad from the far end of the Pacific Ocean. My heart wanted to believe this wasn’t true and that I wasn’t guilty of not caring for what was going on in my mother’s life but once again my mind (which was smart and pragmatic) said otherwise. It wasn’t a matter of hours not even days or months – I had last seen my mother 5 years ago… at this point
I said to myself: HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?

These were the last words I said aloud over the phone… but I was shouting and screaming within… unsure of what made me feel worse, the fact that my mother – the lady who gave me life was about to depart this world or the guilt that all this time while she was getting to the state she was in today I wasn’t with her, I didn’t even know. But the knowledge that I had almost lost her suddenly made me realize how much she mattered.

My mind raced back and forth along 35 years from the day I was born to today looking for an answer to the question: How did this happen? How did I lose touch with the person who had provided me my first home, fed me, kept me warm and safe until I was complete enough to enter the world? I was extremely sad but was unable to cry because my mind was searching for an answer to the question: How did this happen? We were a team – my mom, my dad and I. Like the marines we had a code too: Team, Family, Friends, World. We would always decide everything together. Discuss openly the issue at hand and respect each other’s thoughts. Respect, Transparency and Agree to disagree were part of the core values of our team. What happened to that code? Was she really going to leave me? How would I survive with out her? Foolish me I was still thinking of myself first, what would happen to me… me.

I was the first and only child in the family and hence was very dear to her. In fact I was as dear as anyone could get as I didn’t have any competition, all the love and candies were for me alone. Although one would expect over protection and excessive instructions as a side effect but surprisingly they were completely absent. She took great care to ensure that she was never over protective. Being a father myself I knew what a great control a parent has to exert over their feelings to overcome it and more so for a mother. But if she cared for me through all these years, where was I when she needed me the most – how did this happen?

I learnt about business from my dad, math and science from my teachers but creativity and most important of all emotions from my mother. More than anything, she, was the source of my emotional development. She brought emotion in our team and it was from her that I learnt about feelings. Understanding what others feel and what emotional needs are. Deciding when to use one’s heart over the mind was something she always wanted me to learn. And learn I did, a ready proof of that was the success rate of making girlfriends in high school and college. But if I could be a successful Casanova in school because I understood the human heart (the female human heart specifically); what happened with the most beautiful woman I have ever known… Why didn’t I understand what she felt…? How did this happen?

My mom would always share all information with my dad but the only times she ever made an exception to that rule/practice was for some specific incidents that involved me. I think this is one of her biggest sacrifices for me far more than waking up early every morning for so many years to wake me up for my activities and studies, to stay awake by my bed all nights while I was sick or never taking up a job to be able to take care of me in the best possible way. This showed that if it seems right then a mother would put her motherhood above any thing else even her own marriage and trust that her kids would respect her sacrifice. My mom loved me in spite of my mistakes, my shortcomings and her love was unconditional and unparalleled. Was it this unconditional love that made me take her and our relationship for granted? Since she never asked for anything in return, ever, it made me forget it was - only because she believed that I would give back without her ever asking. Had I let her down again?

I knew how much she has done for me then how did I get so distanced from her all of a sudden. May be it wasn’t all of a sudden my mind said (remember smart and pragmatic). The same mind which had at many instances taunted me “Grow up Dhwani, how long will you be a mamma’s boy for?” The same mind which taught me to say “This doesn’t concern them, I can live my life and they can live theirs”. Since when did our lives become separate, I didn’t realize but my team was falling apart. I had fallen prey to the common mistake of forming a new team instead of expanding the one I was already part of. Why didn’t I correct my self the first time I uttered “my website for the wedding” or “my new home” or “my success”. I didn’t define my achievements in high school as “my success” ever. It was always our Team’s achievement and why not it be my team’s achievement they usually had more faith and took more pride in the achievement than I did myself. They still did, but I didn’t share the reward anymore…


That’s when I turned to my wife and confided in her. She knew the moment she saw me that something was terribly wrong. I told her what had happened and I could see how she felt the pain I was feeling. She drew a hot bath for me, readied out the clothes I was to wear and confirmed with the airline that the flight to India was on time. I saw it then, how the roles had got replaced, how my wife was now doing the same things that once my mom had done. Maybe this was why I had never felt the void of my mom's absence since my wife had filled that void and the unconditional love that I should have returned to mom had unknowingly gone to my wife instead. This realization came with a blinding flash of light.

That’s when I woke up and realized that my girl friend had turned on the light. I was still disturbed but greatly relieved that it was a dream, a very painful and eye opening dream but just a dream. She asked me if I was ok offered me a glass of water. I told her about it and she calmed me down and ensured me that we would only be an addition but never abandon my team. We called both of our parents right away and they laughed at the mention of this nightmare. Nevertheless, I corrected my statement to them from previous night about it being my wedding and my plans and told them lets discuss and put things on the table…