Acknowledgments

I thought of writing this when my first book gets published. But given the fact that I have seven posts on my blog in 2 years, I kind of had the feeling that that would not happen anytime before the 29th century. And I'm guessing most of you would be dead by then. Except Baa, of course. But she doesnt get a mention in my acknowledgements anyway. (For those who do not know, Baa is a character in a popular daily soap, who has managed to live for approximately 8 generations so far. And she is still extremely fit. You see her once in a while on the show on her great, great, great (six times) grandson's friend's cousin's daughter's wedding, laying chairs. You see, at the age of 280, she doesn't have much to do.) Anyway, so today, when I was lying on bed and was very productively involved in picking my teeth and wondering if there is a chance that the girl next door would agree to go out with me, it struck me that I should be thankful to a lot of people for whatever magnificent success and overwhelming love I have NOT received. Actually, whether you have achieved anything or not, thanking people, who are by no means related to whatever you do, makes you feel successful. It is a sign of greatness. I mean, come on, after all, you are sharing your success, a non-existent thing, in a world where people don’t even share things that they do have.

So, I thought of creating my own success story, and the first step, obviously, is to write acknowledgments.

Firstly, I am thankful to my best buddy - beer. No, not that all my blogs have been written under the influence of beer. Only 6 of them have been. Statistically speaking, 85 %, which is less than the rate at which Mandira Bedi fumbles while anchoring the IPL). Honestly, the reason I included beer here is that I cannot imagine my life without it. And no matter what the bible says, it would have been difficult to write if I was not living. So, thanks chilled beer. I owe you one. A drink perhaps!

I also want to thank the SMALLER things in life. Like my nose-hair. It has never created havoc in my nose causing me to sneeze when I am holding a cup of tea filled to the brim. Imagine, if that had happened. I could possibly have spilled tea over my shorts, which are almost as old as me, and then I would have to wash them, which would be like tearing them on purpose. On that great loss, I would be too depressed to write. So, thank you little ones in there. I haven't forgotten that you exist. Very soon a scissor will come your way and make sure that you continue to stand tall with pride.

Now before I forget, I would like to thank my girlfriend. She has never been around. That is one reason why my blog has never touched socially and politically sensitive topics like lip-glosses and eye-shadows. Another reason why I don’t write about them is that I dont know what they are. Oh, crap! I just called for a huge lecture by her on my indifference towards fashion. I hope she doesn’t read this.

Lastly, I would like to thank my friends. They have been around whenever I was low, feeling like a loser, ready to give up and run away. So, basically, they were almost always around. Laughing at me, holding beer cans in the air.

That brings me to the conclusion of this note. If I have missed mentioning you, don’t feel bad. Life is huge and you might do something worthwhile some day. And even if you don’t, the world is kind enough not to mention that in your obituary.