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It is six days since October started and I have written only one post? And that too as part of an on-going activity? So not good. Especially since September was such an eventful month and I have so much to talk about. But then again, work kept me impossibly busy and they blocked all other sites on my client network at work. That is what I call a catastrophe. That means while at work, there is nothing else. I cannot even use google or read any other blogs or do anything else for that matter. Most of my writing happens during the weekdays and it is usually when I am taking a break from work. But now since I have to switch ports to do it, it is highly tedious since I have a lot of live sessions open and will have to reopen them again if I do. And I do not like opening my laptop once I get home or on weekends. So I guess somewhere between comfort and convenience, writing took a backseat. Well, not anymore. I am going to use every free opportunity I get to write now. No matter what the situation is. Now back to the month that was, September.
September started with a promise, the promise of a vacation to Goa. That was enough to perk up the whole month. Before that, I was buried under work and I was so looking forward to a break. Almost the entire month revolved around the husband's birthday and I left no stones unturned to make sure he enjoys every minute of it. I wanted a personalized gift for him, so I got a wooden box made for him with all his characteristics printed on it. Neha from Noodles, helped me realize this and soon I had the perfect looking box in bright summery yellow, to hold his large collection of watches. He was thrilled to the bone. I also bought him a lot of books that he had wanted to read since a long time. And then came the big gift of all, the big fat vacation. Goa was not at all like Goa this time of the year, but we got what we were looking for. Peace. Our resort was surrounded by water and the view from our balcony was breathtaking. We just lazed around and basked in madness. Goa was strangely empty and the roads looked stranded. We could ride around freely and gorge on some delicious food. There was a light drizzle during evenings and while it might have disrupted plans for others, Cal and I enjoyed it. It added to the flavor of romance.
Once we were back, we were drowned in work again. I have loads of Flipkart vouchers pending and I picked up a few books with it. 'Rebecca', only because of the wonderful review I read on Aathira's blog. 'The fault in our stars', only because of all the hype around it. 'The Cuckoo's Calling' and 'The Silkworm' because of the intriguing gist and the mystery that surrounds it. Sadly, I am hardly left with anytime to read any of them. I started 'The fault in our stars' and haven't been able to continue after twenty pages. The plot so reminds me of 'A walk to remember', and the writing style is almost a replica of Nicholas Sparks. I can comment more only after I finish reading it and hopefully I shall complete it soon as I have a lot more books to sink my teeth into. Reading gives me peace like no other. The only other thing that comes close is writing. But then again, if it isn't for my reading I wouldn't have had the nerve to write a single word. I am so looking forward to read them, especially the last two because I haven't read anything by J.K Rowling yet. Yeah, I am one of those weird species who owns all of the Harry Potter books but hasn't read even one of them. In my defense, I did try reading the first book. But when the owl turned into a boy, I put the book down and buried the series in the darkest corner of my book shelf.
Apart from Cal's birthday, the other main highlight of this month was that I finally learnt to embrace hate. Yes, hate. I have been receiving anonymous comments and mails since a while now, and now I have finally learnt to accept it and then ignore it. I used to take it to my head earlier and stay worried, but not anymore. And Cal made me understand that. If people are taking out their time, to try to put you down, then well, I must have done something to get to them. And I am proud of myself for having the ability to tick their wrong nerve. Well I am sure most of you do not understand what I am saying here. See, if these comments and mails were about my writing then well I would have easily accepted it and tried to improve myself. But they were personal attacks and that is something that I hate. First of all, being anonymous is a sign of weakness. If you have a point to put across, then I guess you should even have the balls to come out in the open and yell. And then these people think that they are extremely smart by hiding themselves. Thanks to some highly intelligent friends, I traced back these comments and mails and when I saw who was sending them, I was not surprised at all. I know these people and this is exactly what I expect out of them. And I highly applaud them for investing their time in creating fake accounts with generic names. Slow salute to them!
It is 2014 and these people surprise me. Until now some of the most hilarious comments that I had were on this post. I still go back there time to time to have a good laugh. But now, people send me comments like "What do you think of yourself", "How can you write about that" and so on. Some people even send me porn pictures. I wonder what that is supposed to convey. Dude, if you think I haven't watched porn before, then you are in for a huge surprise. I had to block most of these fake profiles as they were getting disgusting and too hard to ignore. There was this person who left derogatory comments and as a rule I have for myself, I never publish anonymous comments and so I did not. Then they decide to leave sugar coated comments from the same id to check if I would publish them. Anonymous comments are anonymous, irrespective of their content and hence I did not publish them too. Next, this person created a fake google profile and tried to tick me off. The IP from where the comments were coming was still the same. I wanted to laugh my ass off, but then again some poor people live their entire life thinking that they are the smartest thing to happen to the planet.
Well, some people hate me. Good for them. I do not care if they exist or not. Good for me. Some of these mails go directly to trash and to those who still have some time to create more fake profiles, I look forward to reading your comments now. The fact that I could tick you off, yet again, is an accomplishment in itself for me and the hate loaded comment that you send my way would now be a trophy. So go ahead and fire away. You only know to spew fire, but then, I am born out of fire.
So September was all about love and hate for me. And as usual, love triumphed. Yet, again.