“Do you blog?” she whispered huskily up close and personal into my innocent cochlea.
“Do I what?” I asked in alarm. This was hardly a confessional where I had to admit to my darkest deeds..“Blog…..do you blog?” “Oh no. I am not ‘that’ kind of a person,” I said looking about me to see who was listening in.
She smiled a father-forgive-them smile and persisted, “What is wrong with a bit of blogging?”
“What is wrong with blogging?Everything!,” I said at my morally outraged best. “If God had meant us to whatever — won't even say the word — he'd have given us a different set of equipment. And the Good Book would have mentioned it somewhere.”
“Please Aunty,” said Silver Store contriving to tinkle in the most seductive manner,” Everyone blogs... Its self-expression. It’s connecting with strangers. It’s reaching out.”
“Connecting with strangers! Reaching out! It has to be the devil’s work. Leading impressionable youngsters straight to hell.”
She tinkled rather desperately. “Try it. You will enjoy it. I love it. I spend hours on my blog.” “I am sure you do,” I said giving her the up and down look, I reserve for fleas that jump on Friday’s back in orgies of unholy joy, “you look the type.”
“Do you know Amitabh Bachchan blogs? Aamir Khan, Salman Khan, even SRK blogs.”
“Filmwallas… everyone of them….with their questionable lives and their bedhopping ways. If they don't who will?”
“What has blogging to do with bed-hopping?” she sounded desperate. Rather like Bangaloreans who ask, “What has live music to do with crime?”
“So they don’t even use a proper bed these days? What is the world coming to! And the moral police in our country wastes its energies on harmless things like live music when all this business is spreading faster than the swine flu.”
“Blogging is just a diary on your blogspot about the goings on in your life,” she said like she’d have liked to pull off a few of her own hair if not mine.
“This blogspot must be a lot like the G spot… and you are going public with it? Is nothing sacred anymore? Why do young people from respectable homes want to expose their err spots to strangers?”
Mr Bidari where are you? I think the police should leave pubs and live music alone and concentrate on this new deviant activity that is becoming pandemic.
Silver tinkled angrily at me, “For all you know, the Police Commissioner is blogging away too,” she said walking away to her own private tinkle orchestra..
Alarming thought. I sure hope Mr Bidari keeps away from the temptation.
Like he keeps away from live music... Imagine, the entirely respectable Amitabh Bachchan does it and even admits to it! Kalyug it is. Next thing you know someone will ask me if I will Twitter with them.