How I met your mother! (of all blogs)

There I was, a well-meaning woman who wanted to be on good terms with the entire world, jockeyed into ‘accidentally’ meeting my estranged blog, Awesomeness. Not particularly the soul I wished to see just then. Several things contribute to this reticence; I won’t bore you with excruciating details.

Awesomeness, the rigidly conscientious blog that it is, knew (I think), that I wasn’t deliberately incommunicado; it knew (I think) that I wanted to write many times, but I put the temptation sturdily behind me because of the writer’s block. Well, yes, the sidestepping didn’t happen!

Then, why was it looking at me like it wanted to strangle me? May be, these clashings of public duty (towards the reader) with private empathy (towards the author) are the drawbacks to the despotic position of a blog, I thought. You know the ones people talk about all the time.

It is still awkward having to meet your blog after you haven’t shown the slightest inclination to do so in more than an year, and it is difficult to talk to him (it was always a he) as if nothing had happened.

I felt extremely self-conscious as I waved to Awesomeness and was rather glad that I had a topic of conversation ready to hand.

"Busy, eh?" I asked.

Awesomeness: Oh yes, very! Comments pouring in thousands every second! Tough job, managing traffic here, you know!

(Clearly, not of the kindly forgiving nature, this one!)

(Awkward, embarrassed fake laugh. More laugh..)

Me: You know, I wrote some fun rhymes last year..

(Awesomeness to himself:  Her writing style is somewhat unpolished; in particular, the use of the words ‘you know’ far too many times for my taste.)

Me (continuing the thread): And two private poems and some mails..

Awesomeness: Yes? And they were well received, I believe!

Me (Deliberately ducking the topic): It's awfully awkward, you know, that we haven’t met in over a year and suddenly this..err..I expected you to be frothing with rage, but you are taking this quite well.

(Awesomeness gnawed a pen-holder violently)

Awful rot. I mean, I know..I know it’s perfectly right that you should be miffed.

You know, (At this point, Awesomeness snorted his disapproval of the word) I thought of you all the time, even in three-dimensions!

Awesomeness: Sure, you did. While re-watching episodes of The Big bang theory?

I, trying to make that miserable face at our outraged hero staring back moodily at me, made a sarcastic face, by habit! By mistake, I mean!

Me (suddenly becoming all animation): Holy crap on a cracker! I meant ‘this’ *animation* not ‘this *animation*’. Really!

Awesomeness: And that silly lingo is from the sitcom, I believe!

Not very enthused with his up-to-date-ness, I do the silly giggle.

I, quickly returning to the matter of original grievance, almost cry out: It’s the block, Awesome! (hazarding the nickname, I take my chances.) Sickening thing, you know, running out of ideas and phrases and ‘moments’!

(Sensing Awe was simmering down a bit, I quickly decided to take more chances)

Look here, pal, I was as miserable.  Of course, I was! Those rhymes were shoddy and what happened to my mails is anybody’s guess. You know it now, don't you?

Awesomeness: I know, I know! It isn't as if you did that sort of thing on purpose. And the mails, poor you! (ok, that is..that is a smile! Wow! I cracked it or what!)

(Men are nice creatures!)

Me: Thanks Awe! You are, you know, awesome!

With that glowing eulogy I was dashing out of the room, thanking my stars that I had won through a confoundedly awkward business, when..

Awesomeness: Write something today, and please, go easy on the ‘you know’-s and yes, no lame titles..

Me: Of course! Right back on track, you know! Err..