Once in a while, we writers/bloggers need to write something of the sort. I won’t really call it catharsis. In fact, I won’t even call it bitching. Just because we cover certain stories revolving around nude photos of celebrities (which is quite an in thing these days), it doesn’t mean we are into it ourselves. I know how I sound when I write, but that doesn’t mean that I’m interested in fucked up strangers. I have friends & I do have admirers. I’m quite content with them.
And I have written on illegitimate kids & how they are being killed in broad day light a number of times but not a single Muslim has ever bothered to leave comment on it. I have written on innumerable rape cases. I have written on our statute book. I write about animal rights all the time. I have written on depression & suicide in which insensitive people were blaming the victims. When I wrote on incest where I didn’t mention any religion, some psychos dragged in religion. I do have interest in Science & I did share a number of articles but not even once anyone was smart enough to say a word.
Look if nude pictures excite you, it’s not my fucking headache. It’s just a story & I work hard on every story. I don’t give 2 fucks if closed minds don’t read them or they only bother to notice popular posts.
The thing is…it’s easier to talk to people on the net, which is why we get messages from just anyone. In real life, no one dares to talk to me, cause I really don’t have friendly personality. Anyone who has been reading me would also avoid talking to me, if he/she has brain cells.
I remember when that god-damn blognetwork was created, a guy named Farhan had issues. Instead of commenting on the blog, he used to get personal on the blognetwork. He didn’t understand what was written but he made it a point to say something every day. Then another guy wanted me to die of cancer. When I wrote something about myself few months ago, that link was given to my brother. Listen, if you have issues with me, then you must stay away from my websites. I never ask anyone to read or comment on my blogs. My sister is not on talking terms with certain creeps...even they bothered me with mails. What the hell! If someone is not responding to your text messages or mails that is a reply in itself. What is there so difficult to understand?
If my sister is not talking to you for whatever reason, please don't bother me. I don't like to make friends with strangers. I rarely delete people from my list. If I have deleted you, it means that I don’t ever want to talk to you.
Blogging is a very personal thing. You can write about anything. It’s just that we live in a world where people have too many norms & they don’t like it when someone’s honest. I have even come across people who think I am a man but this is entirely their headache. If you are a habitual liar, everyone may seem to be lying. What I write is not Gospel. I never say that it’s the final word. But people have always had issues. And quite frankly, I don’t give a fuck to it. I write, cause I like to write & I really don’t care what everyone thinks.
And I have written on illegitimate kids & how they are being killed in broad day light a number of times but not a single Muslim has ever bothered to leave comment on it. I have written on innumerable rape cases. I have written on our statute book. I write about animal rights all the time. I have written on depression & suicide in which insensitive people were blaming the victims. When I wrote on incest where I didn’t mention any religion, some psychos dragged in religion. I do have interest in Science & I did share a number of articles but not even once anyone was smart enough to say a word.
Look if nude pictures excite you, it’s not my fucking headache. It’s just a story & I work hard on every story. I don’t give 2 fucks if closed minds don’t read them or they only bother to notice popular posts.
The thing is…it’s easier to talk to people on the net, which is why we get messages from just anyone. In real life, no one dares to talk to me, cause I really don’t have friendly personality. Anyone who has been reading me would also avoid talking to me, if he/she has brain cells.
I remember when that god-damn blognetwork was created, a guy named Farhan had issues. Instead of commenting on the blog, he used to get personal on the blognetwork. He didn’t understand what was written but he made it a point to say something every day. Then another guy wanted me to die of cancer. When I wrote something about myself few months ago, that link was given to my brother. Listen, if you have issues with me, then you must stay away from my websites. I never ask anyone to read or comment on my blogs. My sister is not on talking terms with certain creeps...even they bothered me with mails. What the hell! If someone is not responding to your text messages or mails that is a reply in itself. What is there so difficult to understand?
If my sister is not talking to you for whatever reason, please don't bother me. I don't like to make friends with strangers. I rarely delete people from my list. If I have deleted you, it means that I don’t ever want to talk to you.
Blogging is a very personal thing. You can write about anything. It’s just that we live in a world where people have too many norms & they don’t like it when someone’s honest. I have even come across people who think I am a man but this is entirely their headache. If you are a habitual liar, everyone may seem to be lying. What I write is not Gospel. I never say that it’s the final word. But people have always had issues. And quite frankly, I don’t give a fuck to it. I write, cause I like to write & I really don’t care what everyone thinks.
