TRASH

Writing it never occurred to me could actually connect people, I mean the useless incoherent noises that I make in my own mind can interest people is an idea which until recently seemed alien. How wonderful it must feel to write what you want and actually have people love you for being so insanely out of sync with everything everyone wants and/or does not want to do/be! In short being yourself and sharing yourself with the world and not having to think if you make sense! Too bad I never had the consistency or patience to actually put all that clutter roaming about in my mind on display for the world to see. However after reading so many blogs and rants by other people I truly understand the beauty of trash! So what if I lack the patience to trash, I sure can appreciate a good one when I see one.

My fascination with trash started when (ok it’s my evil incoherent side taking over again and I forget you guys aren’t a part of the clutter in my mind hence my usage of the term trash might seem insulting to you, however I shall keep definitions for later, I can’t let my thoughts interfere with my ahem ahem beautiful narration of my fascination with trash, thus bracketing finally!) I started working/or not in my present office (phew!).Boring as it is I tried all sorts of things to spice my office life up, like piling my table up with an appreciable size of box files, watching the soap dissolve as I put it under running water in the privacy of my office bathroom, customizing office pencils by chewing on them, the star of the show being asking my boss for a raise and believing that I deserve one for sleeping during office hours! Too bad the boss didn’t agree!:(..However I contented myself with facebooking and chatting with “you know who”. Owing to my limited virtual social life and “you know who’s” busy office life I had a lot of precious time to waste!

In an attempt to show off my non-existent literary skills I decided to stretch my attention span and honour the trash community (aka as my favourite bloggers community) by becoming a part of it. If any of what I said above has made any sense then I have failed in my attempt at glorifying the form of literature I just introduced as trash!

*now like I promised, sabster’s dictionary defines trash as an exquisite piece of literature that has little to do with conventional wisdom and narration thus allowing fools like myself to double over with laughter!

In case you are wondering why the definition which was supposed to come first has come last, pinch yourself and remember that you are reading my trash, I lay the rules and will break them as I please! And the next time you wonder just learn to constipate! Thank you!