Of Blogs and Oranges..

If you’re reading this, you’re quite obviously on my blog. And I swear, I
had absolutely nothing to do with the hitmen who broke into your homes and forced you to log on at gunpoint. Nope. Nope. I’m innocent, I tell you! Damn it, does no one believe me anymore? *looks incredibly wounded* So while I’m telling you stuff, let me tell you about myself as well. My
name is Kanika (Girl, in case you didn’t get that,) I’m studying in SYBCom and I’m working at this really cool magazine called JLT. Pick it up sometime!

Good. So now that the formal introductions are over, let’s get on with it.
This is the first blog entry I’ve ever written. I’m not exactly what you
might call a tech-savvy person. I know how to type and surf the net (and of
course, put the comp on and off) and that’s always been enough for me.
Anything else that needed to be done was done either by smiling sweetly at
people or twisting their arms (thank God for puny friends!) Bribing would be
easier, but oh well… Anyway, I happened to chance upon a blog some time
back and I was highly inspired to write one myself. And I mean really
motivated, not like the times when I promised myself to learn how to cook
and salsa. As it stands now, I can microwave popcorn without blowing it up
and salsa is best had with my chips. But the blog… I stuck to it and
voila! One year later I’m here! So what if I’m a little overdue? Better late
than never right?
So just for the record, I would like to state that I really wanted to call
this blog ‘Blogs and Oranges and no Grapes’. Why? This conversation between
er… Boy( who happens to know the difference between RSS field and feed and router and touter… isn’t he brilliant?) and me should enlighten you:

Boy: Yak yak yak… blog… blah blah blah… blog…
Me (pouting and in whiney voice): I waaaaaaaaaaaaaant blog! I
waaaaaaaaaaaaant!
Boy: Well, we’ll…
Me (brightening up): Ooh! Lookit! Oranges! I want!
Boy (bewildered): But the blog…
Me (distracted yet again by the fruit bowl): Yum! Grapes! I want grapes!
Boy (puzzled even further, the poor dear!): But what about the oran…
Me (coughing): Damn grapes! Caught my throat! No grapes. No grapes!
Boy (gives up and stays silent): *Nothing*

So that’s it. See how that name came about? Some might argue that it’s
rather er… simplistic (people may have said stupid but I have selective
hearing… at such a young age too. Sad isn’t it?) but sometimes it’s best
not to over-analyse things, yesno?

So anyway, I’m off to the chiropractor now. Patting yourself on the back
ain’t as easy as you think!