Life, the Internet and Blogging

Far out in the unchartered recesses of the most unfashionable domain of the least popular kingdom of the World Wide Web lies the tiny unregarded Blogosphere.

Bang in the middle of this ever-expanding sphere is an utterly insignificant and alarmingly unfrequented blog, where the posts run so prolix that occasional readers prefer to play spider solitaire on their computers than linger long enough to finish reading.

This extraordinarily ordinary excuse for a blog came into being for no real purpose approximately 22 months back. Ever since, it has been surpassing all previously recorded levels of ordinariness with each passing post, rendering the web page an all the more insignificant assortment of meaningless kilobytes of information (out of the several meaningless zettabytes that make up the unimaginably vast WWW).

Of the gazillion homo-sapiens and droids taking sojourns across the Web on an hourly basis, maybe one in a zillion are aware of the existence of this blog, or indeed of the sordid blogger who goes by the preposterous half-modest half-brazen moniker of The Meek Kaiser. Even fewer are actually interested in reading through any new entries he might have made the terrible mistake of posting. Fewer still (if that is a number comprehensible to the human mind) know that the blog has thrived despite all the statistical improbability, and that the 42^nd post is now taking shape as the most absurd words ever spewed forth by the blogger in question adorn the web page he so adores.

The number doesn’t shock me one bit. If anything, there is an unshakable sense of disappointment about the fact that I haven’t raced past the answer by now. In other words, there couldn’t have been a more unremarkable time in my life to be posting post number 42 on the blog. That I was reading through DNA’s omnibus at the same time as the 42^nd loomed large isn’t by any means a meaningless coincidence, but it has been rendered precisely that for reasons that might dawn upon the reader if the italicised part above is dwelt upon with the seriousness it deserves.

I can however bet an arm, a leg and a couple of toes from the other leg that it won’t be. Not that it troubles me in any way. I have seen many a blog sprout out of nothingness and fade away quietly, mostly without the blogger suffering as much a solitary tinge of regret or nostalgia. The ones that endure (most of them can be reached by a single click of the links posted on the right hand side of this page) are a testimony to the tenacity and perseverance of the blogger, or in cases like mine, sheer lack of occupation and a bizarre desire to wax eloquent on bones of entirely capricious contention.

The semester has come to an abrupt end, but I’ll harp upon that later. Manchester United is now officially the greatest club in England, but I’ll revel in that success wordlessly for the time being. Also, Haddu-land beckons, and a seemingly less farzi intern than what the other Basterds have jugaaded. That will also have to wait for its few lines worth of blog fame, because this is the time for celebration- I am not sure of what exactly, or why- but 42 isn’t something that comes along every day. 

Neither is 43 or 19 or 18001803333 for that matter. 

P.S. My experience tells me that blogging is Mostly Harmless. That is not to say that the occasional occupational hazards of bruised egos and hurt prides are entirely unheard of.