I agree with whoever it is that thinks that my previous funny post was not funny enough and nowhere near the high standards that I have set for myself and people have come to expect from me. Blame it on the high sugar levels in my blood. The sugar content in my blood was so high that one could have probably distilled it to obtain pure crystalline sugar. I am not kidding. I ate sweets enough to fill the entire Louvre. Twice. To get an idea of the amount of sugar we are talking about here, please visit www.louvre.fr

All this has led me to believe that I need to change my writing style to suit my natural thinking style, about which I will let you know as soon as I get to know it myself. No, I am kidding (again), but the truth is that at heart, somewhere deep down in this huge blob on the face of the earth that responds to the name Radgovin (yet again), there is a place which takes a serious note of the things that happen in the world. Okay, you can stop laughing now. The last line was indeed a serious one. Ergo, I believe that I need to write more serious stuff. The reasons for this being that I sincerely believe I can do a better job of that. Also, there is the small matter as a certain Shiva mentioned : Girls dig it. So here’s some serious stuff for all the hot babes out there to drool over : Serious musings of a Questioning mind.

If junta were thinking that I am going to pen some seriously heart rending and mind bogglingly sensitive and mature thoughts on this blog, then they are really misled. They should have known better by now. There is no way in the world that I can talk about world hunger on the same page where I am talking about my getting married to a spider (and thanks to some anonymous commenter for this one) having my progeny be the next spider-man. I could probably conjure up something to relate the two. (as my ardent fans will agree) No matter how discrete two things may be, I can always come up with something stupid to relate them. Anyway, coming back to my future generation, (back to my future?) I can see only one serious threat. That of the kaam waali baai giving up her job in disgust. “Man, these cobwebs take ages to clean and keep on reappearing. I quit!” And given that kaam waali baais are rare to come by these days, that is indeed a serious problem.

As you will have guessed by now, the title (as always) has nothing to do with what you are reading in this article now. The title was just to confuse you. No sooner do I sit down to write something serious that something snaps in my brain, the second (or is it the third) of my many split personalities takes over and I end up splattering weird thoughts all over the page. Now, I am not the only weird person in this world and I say this because there are people weirder than me who read these blog articles and appreciate them. I must be doing something write. (right?) I cite as exhibit A an email which I received from an ardent admirer of my blog.

Dear Radgovin,

Thank you for all the booger humour on the blog. My own blog wasn’t generating much attention, so I linked your blog to mine and ever since then, I have generated a lot of traffic to my site and my revenues have gone up thirteen fold (By the way, I am suing this person for Intellectual Property Right Violation. Nobody, repeat nobody, should take credit (pun intended) for my work. I deserve all the applause. Also the money!) Also, the other blog of yours, the serious one, I send people there for their daily dose of humour. Your articles are so pathetic that they end up rolling on the floor laughing. (This person is still alive. Though I doubt for how long.)
So, this email is in appreciation of all that you have done for me.

Thanks.

A Deranged Web-master

I am unsure as to what it is exactly that the deranged person was insinuating. Are my serious writings that bad? Is there no hope for the world as we know it? Should the world be deprived of some good reading material because the masters of today are being ridiculed by some money-spinning web-masters? The answer, of course, is NO. Therefore, I am going to continue writing serious stuff. Whenever I get time for that, that is. Also, another requisite is that I must be completely stoned / drunk. Ciao then. Let me go get my dose of alcohol.