Speech is silver, Bhikku. But silence is Peanut Butter.
-- The Diary, Date Unknown, Year Unknown.
Oscar Wilde, it is said, could charm people's headaches away simply by talking to them. We are not quite old Oscar. For one thing, we aren't Irish. For another, we have stayed well clear of both Reading and jail. But like Oscar, gentle reader, we have always endeavoured to entertain. We hope that in our small way, we have charmed something away from you. At least your girlfriend, if not your headache.
But things run their course, for it is the way of all flesh. Even Brian Charles Lara, that greatest of modern Test batsmen, the Shane Warne of batting, has had to bow to Time. Who, then, are we to outlast the tide? Nay, 'tis time now to part with you.
In short, after much consideration, a few coin tosses and some serious gazing at navels, we have decided to bid adieu to these pages. They will not be updated anymore, unless we have some really dirty dirt to spill about someone.
To most readers, this isn't really goodbye, because they are old friends, i.e., they are old and they are friendly, because they owe us cash. And since we have foolishly given them our e-mail id, we won't be rid of them that easily, sons of bachelors that they are.
But there are, we suspect, a few readers whom we do not personally. To these, we bid tearful adieu. We give them profuse thanks, for they have tolerated us without mercenary motives. If these noble children of the Great Spirit ever come to Dallas, they can count on us for upto three hours of company and entertainment. All they have to do is leave a comment here with their e-mail id and credit card number; and with joyous heart and light purse, with a spring in our step and a song on our lips, we will get in touch with them.
Oh, but let us not stretch out this farewell, and make it mushy. Let us just say goodbye, gentle reader, till life throws us together again. Behave yourself, brush your teeth regularly, and control your lust. You will be alright.
-- The Diary, Date Unknown, Year Unknown.
Oscar Wilde, it is said, could charm people's headaches away simply by talking to them. We are not quite old Oscar. For one thing, we aren't Irish. For another, we have stayed well clear of both Reading and jail. But like Oscar, gentle reader, we have always endeavoured to entertain. We hope that in our small way, we have charmed something away from you. At least your girlfriend, if not your headache.
But things run their course, for it is the way of all flesh. Even Brian Charles Lara, that greatest of modern Test batsmen, the Shane Warne of batting, has had to bow to Time. Who, then, are we to outlast the tide? Nay, 'tis time now to part with you.
In short, after much consideration, a few coin tosses and some serious gazing at navels, we have decided to bid adieu to these pages. They will not be updated anymore, unless we have some really dirty dirt to spill about someone.
To most readers, this isn't really goodbye, because they are old friends, i.e., they are old and they are friendly, because they owe us cash. And since we have foolishly given them our e-mail id, we won't be rid of them that easily, sons of bachelors that they are.
But there are, we suspect, a few readers whom we do not personally. To these, we bid tearful adieu. We give them profuse thanks, for they have tolerated us without mercenary motives. If these noble children of the Great Spirit ever come to Dallas, they can count on us for upto three hours of company and entertainment. All they have to do is leave a comment here with their e-mail id and credit card number; and with joyous heart and light purse, with a spring in our step and a song on our lips, we will get in touch with them.
Oh, but let us not stretch out this farewell, and make it mushy. Let us just say goodbye, gentle reader, till life throws us together again. Behave yourself, brush your teeth regularly, and control your lust. You will be alright.
11 comments:
Nahiiiiiin!! koi ise samjhao! idu enna maplai?!!
When Yama finally gets hold of you, may you be put to the torture of the thousand screams! What kind of selfish and infamous decision is this? Letting down the millions who have, as the only bright spot in their week, the reading of your latest blog! Retire from gluttony, mein Kind!
Retire from drunkenness, mon enfant! Say goodbye to lust, bambino mio! Say, even, adieu to
clothes-wearing, and horse around
in the altogether, displaying your
wares! But DON'T stop the blog!
That would be the ultimate, the unforgiveable sin! --- the Horse's Arse.
dei magane blog stop panne, #$%& irukku unakku irukku...
-Nanda
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
You cant do this!!!
now i am not hysteric for one. its said that you can reason with the unruliest of brats. or the stupidest of fools. whichever. i try my best.
on the author of this blog: i think there are more than one authors (in the context too many cooks...) but I could never prove it. Since to divide and rule is thr brit approach that has been proved over time, all i can say is that the "main" author is now dead or paralyzed or married, whichever is worse.
on the blog itself: the dates posted e.g. 503 B.C. (which for a North Indian stands for behen#%$!) made it feel like being posted in posterity, whatever that means. I used to envision reading this blog a few months after "buddha" said something to Bhikkhu... the protagonist...
on the horrors of finding out that the author of the blog is gay: now, that's one reason i can reconcile to the fact that the author is shutting shop. He's had enough of selling and now has enough booty in his secret-underwear-pocket to last his prime.. which does not equate to his lifetime...
whatever... i loved this site... never recommended to anyone (my jealousy factor)... but i hope the buddha keeps advising his Bhikku in the same fashion.... and spares his ass...
Mr. B - this is not done. I am sure you are getting an ego kick out of people begging you not to stop blogging :p. Now be the nice brown boy that you (cl)aim to be and resume blogging. :)
Yes, how utterly dismaying...
Surely you are joking Mr. Whatever.
Now, dont make us begg.....
I am committing regular comments....just keep writing..
bye bhikku... may you rest in piece.
is there chance for re-birth :-(
good old fan P
No no no, this is too good to stop! Please! For the love of FSM and His noodly appendage! Please don't go away!
Um, yes, I know, I'm about a year too late, but what is a mere year in the grand scheme of things?
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