All in a day’s work continued…
One month later 7th January 2010
One week into 2010 and Varun hadn’t stopped partying. He still kept his promise of making everyday feel like a new beginning. In the past one month, he had done almost all the things he wanted to do all his life. A week ago he bumped into his old friend Tavish.
Tavish was one of the weirdest people you would ever find in the world. Every now and then he would want to try something new. If today he decided to learn playing the guitar, 2 months later he would move on to dancing and forget all about the guitar and now he has a new found obsession called blogging. Some people call him a jack of all traits, while the rest feel, he is a complete looser.
Anyways, this isn’t about Tavish, this is about Varun. So when Varun bumped into Tavish in the mall, they got to talking. Tavish, being a one track mind started talking to Varun about his blog. Varun was forced to take down the link. For the next 3 days Tavish kept bugging him, asking him how his blog was. He finally opened it up and read Tavish’s post on blog-a-ton 5. He felt it was a pretty cool idea and decided to take part this month. He thought to himself “It’s just a damn post on some random topic. I can do that!” He forgot all about it until the 8 of January, a day before blog-a-ton 6. After his TGIF party Varun came back home and put on his laptop. “Hmmm lets checkout the topic for this month.” He thought to himself. He quickly opened the browser and opened the page. To his shock it was an image this time and no particular title.
“What the f***! Why the hell did they have to do this only when i decide to take part? It’s 1 am in the night and i am supposed to think what this stupid image means? What the hell could a skinny guy, writing on a table and giant pencil in front of him mean? Damn you Vipul!!” he said to himself. It soon became 2 am, poor old Varun had still no clue what to write.
“Hmm what if it signifies oppression, the poor journalist trying to story over the corruption in the political system and whole system sitting on his head, making sure he is unsuccessful. Nah, nobody would want to read a serious filmy story here. What if I draw a parallel between Tare Zameen par and the pic? Nah, if I do that, Amir will threaten to sue me, the way Chetan Bhagat threatened him. I don’t even have an agreement with him. He will definitely sue me. Let me ask Tavish what he is writing this time. May be he has some ideas.”
Tavish was fast asleep when Varun called. “Yeah wat’s up?” he said in a sleepy voice. “Dude, what are you writing for blog-a-ton 6?” asked Varun. “What blog-a-ton? Ooh that! Nah, I am quitting blogging. I have decided to take up photography. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, I am dam sleepy now. Good Night.” Said Tavish and slammed the phone down. “Now even I agree he is looser” said Varun to himself angrily. Varun wasn’t the kind of guy who would give up. He went back to his desk thinking what to write. By 3 am, he was so involved in thinking about the post that he saw a smart looking guy, in the form of a pencil, walking up to him. “Hey you are the Vipul right? Man, couldn’t you think of something better?”
“Yes I am Vipul; I am also called the marshal here. What did you think? You were going to have it easy? Welcome to the hell called blog-a-ton, my friend. Your friend Tavish didn’t get a single vote last time and now he quit blogging. Tera kya hoga kaliya? Hee hee ha ha ha!” shouted the marshal. Soon there were other pencils approaching. First came Pawan, the proud winner of blog-a-ton 5, then came Kartik, then Preeti, then Phych Babbler. Soon they were all here. They all of a sudden became one huge pencil coming towards Varun. Varun started sweating. He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to run, but he couldn’t, he had his back towards the wall. With all his might, he shouted “GET OUT YOU GUYS! GET OUT OF MY ROOM! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUUUUUUUUUUT! Damn blogging and damn you blog-a-ton. Meeting my sales targets is much easier than writing blogs.”