Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Open Letter to Delhi Boy

Dear Rickkkyy,

Few days back I wrote a blog, which was mainly to write something so that it pushes down my previous post that made me cringe every time I read it.

While I do agree it read more like a boring journal, your comment on the same totally pwned me.  I woke up and read that comment first thing in the morning and I could not stop grinning.  That was perhaps one of the best comments anyone has ever written on my blog.  (and I've been around since a few years now)

Now while the comment was absolutely brilliant, you did not leave any hint about you.  You also did not leave any mail address so I could get back to you.  And it has driven me up the walls not knowing who you are.  In fact, I check mails only to see if you have come back to leave another comment and I desperately hope you come back again and say hello.

So what do you say?

Lassi in Delhi or Coffee in Bangalore? (or, if you prefer, Chai in Ahmedabad?)



Rickkkyy said...

There's this Seinfeld episode - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bjmgzLVuWLU - where the protagonist is seeing this girl, and he and his friends cook up this story about how when they go to sleep, the girl's stomach talks to him in a funny voice. And he and his friends do the voice, and have some great laughs till she finds out and asks him to either stop doing the voice, or stop seeing her. You can see the video for what happens next.

I left the comment mainly out of feeling the need to make a joke, which any person who has seen 'Sleepless in Seattle' more than thrice would have found himself compelled to make.(That part about 'The Dirty Dozen', completely plagiarized, by the way).

Anyhow, after leaving the comment, the next evening, vain fuck that I am, I went over to see if you might have found it funny. And I saw that you and your friends were having a lot of fun with, what was intended only as an elaborate poor joke. (And I felt it's only being mysterious that allows that. Attach any name to it, and I'm just a regular wiseass on twitter, and god knows there's so many of them, that you could randomly throw a rock and hit one. In fact, I hope that you do.) And I just thought providing an identity would amount to taking away the funny voice that was a source of fun. Point being, that the mystery isn't half the fun, it's all of it.

It'll be like Meg Ryan from 'You've Got Mail' discovering Gunther on the other side of the screen instead of Tom Hanks.

Anyway, I'll be around with each new blogpost, and yes, I am a guy, and age-appropriate, in case that was a concern.

Nirwa Mehta said...

Oh, hello, Rickkkyy

(seriously, extra k and y? how about giving a good reason for taking up this name? :D)

Sleepless in Seattle? :) Watches the guy who made fun of Bridget Jones' Diary. :P

Also, that you mention You've Got Mail, let me tell you, you get +1 vote.

Also, will your presence just be limited to blog comments? Will I have to tweet each time I blog to get your attention? Have you been on my blog before? Do I follow you on twitter? Do I know you?


Nirwa Mehta said...

oh wait, so i'll have to write another blog so you could reply again?