The green in my grass.

So The Elastic Chaddi Chronicles was born on 6th february 2009,at a time I could actually write ( or even feel like it).
I,ofcourse,forgot about the blog's birthday.
Which reminds me of a lot of things this blog was about and is not anymore,for the very simple fact that I have forgotten them.
Like,the shoes.

I thought I'd paint shoes all summer after boards got over.
But then I got so caught up with entrances and meeting up with friends that it didn't happen.
The last shoe painted and forgotten about was my own.



Apart from the shoes what I've forgotten about is photography.
I still take a lot of pictures.
But most of them are with friends.And I'd rather not put them up on my blog.
I haven't been to the slums to click in a long,long time.
I know I should have done that because those people are close to me and I can't leave Bombay without that.
Maybe I'll do that today.



Some recent-not-so-great-taken-in-bangalore pictures clicked were:















Moving on from photography,something that I really didn't forget on purpose was the people.
I mention them once in a while.
I still love them the same,but I don't write about them.
At some point all my blogposts were about them.
Maybe my life was all about them.
Right now,it saddens me to think these people are slowing and silently fading away from the blog.
And from my life.

But even today if someone asks me what is the one thing I really,really like about my life,I'd tell them I like them.

Lying on the grass,with our butts wet from the drizzle and the really ancient bollywood music playing in the background,I think being there,in metro's building park is the nicest thing in my life.
Trust me,that grass in that park,is the greenest thing I've ever seen.

Ofcourse,I can live without it.But its the nicest thing in my life.






And lastly,the thing that's been missing for a very,very long time, is pure,unadulterated writing.
There is so meaning to these string of words.
I can't write anymore.
I don't have thoughts.
I hardly think.
I have forgotten all about my past.It doesn't bother me.
And I have no more dreams to run after.
I no longer wish for anything out of the ordianary.
I'm not out of control.
All I care about now is how I can save money for college.
How auto prices have risen.
How I hate money.
This blog is falling apart.
I look at how lame,shallow and fluffy it has become.
The humour has gone.
The quirk is gone.
Yeah the naked man is still there in the sidebar but where are the chaddies?
Sometimes I think that those 84 people who follow this blog just clicked on follow for the sake of it.
That no one actually reads.
And I don't really blame them,there is no writing.
See,I'm just blabbering.
I thought I'd make my blog different.It wouldn't be like the other rant blogs.
I thought I'd create a blog where I could express without using big words.
Simplicity.
But with a depth.
I have a very limited vocabulary.
But I thought maybe I'd compensate for that lack with an honesty that people can relate to.
I thought I'd write about things that people were too scared to admit in the open.
Or maybe didn't know how to put it into words and say them.
I wasn't writing because I thought maybe someday a writer would find my blog.
It was never for them.
It was for the people who just liked reading.
Now,its for nobody.


Nobody.