It was Maverick who tagged me and here I go:

Rules:
1. Name the person with link who tagged you.
2. Complete the questionnaire without changing the questions.
3. Tag 6 or more people.

Lets start:

Q1. Are you happy/ satisfied with your blog, with its content and look?
Blog: Well. Considering the insignificant amount of time I spend on the verb called blogging, I must say I’m pretty satisfied. The idea of banging the keyboard churning out more clutter to the already overcrowded in cyberspace and expecting it to be read by strangers is funny.

Content: I know that I don’t have anything specific on my blog to offer. Marketing theories suggest that the customer (the reader in this case) should be the focus of everything… BUT I’m shamelessly self obsessed

Look: Yea! I LOVE this look. I’m all with straight line designs, bright colors and stuff (next post). I also love the stuff behind the scene, i.e. the code that I so passionately edited. Ok I should stop ranting more. PS: Checkout the themes - Agni and Prithvi. I’m making Jal and Aakash too.

Q2. Does your family know about your blog?
Yes sure they know. My mom dad read it once a couple of months and leave comments. My other relatives have either read it and have appreciated, or have concluded that I’m a nut. I do try to remind them once in a while by uploading pictures on my site and sending them a link

Q3. Do you feel embarrassed to let your friends know about your blog or you just consider it as a private thing?
Nah… I flaunt my blog every time I can! Actually not the blog per se, but the website itself. Link to my personal website is always a part of my e-mail signature. Not many people have/had their own domain names, so sometimes I get “wow your own domain?”…

Q4. Did blogs cause positive changes in your thoughts?
Well, I don’t know about change in thoughts, but it does add different perspectives. I swore I’d never name anyone, but here it goes anyway: I eagerly await Mahendra’s new posts, they are always on diverse topics and well researched. Nita writes amazing stuff about contemporary topics that have an India angle (which I miss). Then I see Krish Ashok doing Jalsa showing Jilpa (I still need to recollect his definitions) and Cuckoo with something unusual and inspiring (except the poetry which I never understand). Nothing is as humorous as watching Rambodoc twist words and phrases. Now that I miss Himalayas, I see it through Mridula’s travel tales (poke: Spiti travelog is OVERDUE…). Gauri’s photos are always inspirational to my mediocre photography skills. Jerry feeds me with heavy objectivist philosophy. Arun is one Carnatak music guru. Oemar’s musings are random enough, but will make you pause and think. I must mention David’s and Paul’s blog factories that dispense global content (a pace I struggle to keep up with).
(See, I’m sure I missed many others. Thats why I was against writing names…)

If someone was curious enough to dig into the archives (no idea why would anyone do that), they’d find the phenomenal evolution that I have undergone since this And reading others’ stuff has got a lot to do with it.

Q5. Do you only open the blogs of those who comment on your blog or you love to go and discover more by yourself?
Apart from visiting the blogs of people who comment, I actively try to discover new ones.
If I put everything in a graphical form, I think that blogosphere is like a circular chain of chains. People have blog friends, those friends have their own friends, and so on. Its so interesting!

Q6. What does visitors counter mean to you? Do you care about putting it in your blog?
There were zooming numbers sometime back. But now I don’t trust the stats much. A conservative estimate suggests that 20% of my visitors are spammers. Then there are others who arrive here googling by mistake. Stats don’t matter (this phrase sounds familiar :D).

Q7. Did you try to imagine your fellow bloggers and give them real pictures?
Nah. I did that once upon a time long long ago. It doesn’t work. Most people have a picture these days anyway, some don’t. And for valid safety reasons.

Q8. Do you think there is a real benefit for blogging?
For me? yes for sure. Once I launched a scathing attack on a bank for using fraudulent tactics and it got things fixed for me
For society? ditto.
I believe everyone should have a blog.

Q9. Do you think that bloggers’ society is isolated from real world or interacts with events?
Bloggers society? whats that? If it means the virtual sphere called blogosphere, then I can just laugh here

Q10. Does criticism annoy you or do you feel it’s a normal thing?
I get a kick out of criticism. Although overall I tend to avoid interpersonal conflicts.

Q11. Do you fear some political blogs and avoid them?
No opinion yet.

Q12. Did you get shocked by the arrest of some bloggers?
Nope, it was expected (and I’m not being judgemental).

Q13. Did you think about what will happen to your blog after you die?
Those who know me also know that I plan for all situations. I’m the Hari Seldon of this world my little room.

Q14. What do you like to hear? What’s the song you might like to put a link to, in your blog?
Usually I listen to Indian classical. Either that or soft rock and soul music. I don’t wanna put any link in my blog though. (This is a funny question!)

Who am I tagging?
Well nobody. Are there any volunteers?

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I am dressed as a soldier and I’m fighting a war against terrorists. I can see typical scenes of wars that are shown in movies- few soldiers firing from behind their bunks, camouflaged with black stripes on face, leaves attached to their green uniforms, lot of dust, chaos and noise.

I’m a very good army man, perhaps a specialist hired on contract for this particular operation. However, I notice a particular trend in my style. I seem to shoot only at opponents who are wearing hand gloves. Woollen hand gloves in particular. This habit doesn’t bother me, and it looks like I have followed this trend for years.

Now I’m shooting the terrorists and moving ahead, and suddenly their leader stands facing me. We look into each others’ eye and I grin. This is going to be my best shot. As I position my gun, ready to shoot, suddenly I notice that he is not wearing any hand gloves. I am extremely disappointed! I get panicked and simply don’t know what to do. I can’t shoot a man not wearing gloves!

End of scene.

In next scene, I’m at a bar, drinking with someone who looks like my good friend. Next moment, I notice that he is none other than the dreaded criminal whom I pardoned and made friendship with. I am absconding from my duty and my seniors are furious about it.

Its some special day (maybe his birthday), and I present my new friend with a gift (can you guess what it is?)

A brand new set of hand gloves.

He is happy to receive a gift.
He puts them on instantly.

And then, I shoot him. I still remember the expressions on his face- shocked with disbelief.

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I woke up after this happened and couldn’t sleep that night. I kept thinking about it for over a week…

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Note: This is not what it might sound like. I urge you to continue reading

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They were dating for about three months now. It was only today that they decided to move their relationship ahead and have [tag]sex[/tag]. She arrived at his apartment and they started kissing. She sat on the bed while he was standing in front of her, bending down to kiss her tender lips. His torso was supported by his hands resting on the bed. His palms adjacent to her thighs gripped the sheets firmly. For a brief moment they stopped kissing and she looked at his eyes intently. She was rubbing her hand on his forearms which were covered by his pink formal shirt. The guy was wearing gloves and was virtually covered from top to bottom (weird). He started unbuttoning his shirt while they still kissed with their eyes shut. The next moment she opened her eyes and looked at her right hand which was still caressing his left forearm, now supposedly naked.

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She screams.

The guy had removed his shirt and she expected to see him shirtless. Instead, she couldn’t see him at all…. He was invisible!

‘Invisible!’ she thinks to herself and freaks out.

“What the f—”, she says.

The man replies with an naughty grin, “Yeah, so I am invisible”

She scrambles to get away from him, he chases her.

The apartment is quite high, perhaps on 25th floor of the building. It is a huge studio apartment with the street facing side having a full glass wall. Had the glass been normal, people outside or on the street could have been able to see inside the apartment. But this glass had unidirectional transparency. His washroom seemed like a block protruding out of his studio. Again, it was a glass box. From the street, the building looked like a huge glass wall, with just one glass block standing out from it, from the 25th floor.

She ran into the washroom and bolted the door firmly from inside. He was banging on the door saying something incomprehensible. She looked around the bathroom to find something useful. She found a gas lighter. It looks like a gun, except that it triggers a flame instead of a bullet. (I’ve seen people light candles with it). She opens the glass window and screams, but being at this height makes her screams meaningless.

She observes that there is a red coloured cylindrical hoarding hanging from the washroom window. She finds some inflammable liquid in the bathroom throws some of it on the cloth hoarding and ignites it with the lighter. Clearly, she is trying to attract attention, but her efforts still go in vain.

Then, she points the lighter to a smoke detector and instantly the apartment starts blaring with the fire alarm. She is certain that authorities will arrive there soon. Water starts spraying from the automatic showers and this douses the flame generating capability of the lighter permanently. (Wonder why) She is shocked and doesn’t know what to do.

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That’s it. I wake up all sweaty and confused.

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