Spillovers and Mergers...

Decided to merge my blogs, copying the only post in the other to my more regular one. Of course, more regular being one post every year. The blog was begging to be removed, me having suffered verbal amnesia.

I don't know why I decided to become an Engineer. Well technically, I'm not an Engineer yet, I'm still in university. And I don't remember choosing to become one either...I'm guessing it had something to do with the fact that I'm South Asian and we're told only one thing-study hard, become either a Doctor or an Engineer. Oh, and if you don't succeed in becoming either, you can always fall back on CA(Chartered Accountancy),which, I would like to say, is as easy as holding back when you're bursting your bladder with yoohoo. Though I didn't really like either option, I took Engineering cuz...well, I thought it was cooler. Plus I heard you get free beer when you're an engineer. Also (no offense to doctors here, I understand you do awesome stuff) I didn't fancy the idea of putting together ruptured spleens for a living. But had I known the kind of cash doctors roll in at that time, believe me, I would've seriously considered having an MD rather than a PEng after my name. Wow...if I keep taking career decisions this way...ah, what the hell...it's better than flipping a coin.

Blogs...really??

Yeah, I know it's a big deal getting an internship and such, but I've often wondered why it is that every left boob that lands a twenty-five cent job wants to dance naked on the Eiffel Tower, figuratively speaking. Pardon my indignation, but I was simply musing on why these blokes insist on making martyrs of the English language by posting blogs recounting their rather..what is the word I search for..ah, fucking moronic experiences.

Please, don't mistake me, it's not the anecdotes I don't enjoy - they're nothing but pure literary treats, and they are rather fun to dissect, much more so with a colleague who doesn't have the literary IQ of a doornail. It's the collateral mutilation of the English language that drives me up the proverbial wall, so to speak.

I must admit I've sought great pleasure passing those links around to persons I know will appreciate them, and I am ashamed to say I've found it. While I search these blogs for any semblance of a coherent sentence, I find the most unexpected use of words that would put the likes of Wordsworth and Yeats to shame. And by that I of course mean that they'd rather slit their scrotum rather than acknowledge these modern pieces of literary work part of the English language. Okay, so I flew a little off the handle there. But any conscientious reader would probably have the same reaction.

What do I say now? "Friend, spare the innocents and stop writing." "Man, your writing is reminiscent of that smelly fart in the elevator that no one owns up to." I could do that, but that would make me a dick, now, wouldn't it? So I do this. I write a blog. Yes, I'm just being a good and polite friend, I rationalize. What could anyone say? Comments are moderated. Hopefully the persons for whom this was intended will get the message. However, don't think that my hypocrisy in writing a blog about bad blogs has gone unmentioned or unnoticed. Duly noted.

Then again, maybe I'm just venting.

Long live the freedom of speech.