Okay, this is one of those rare times I’m going to step out of my self-absorbed self (yes, I’ve been called that…sniff around the blogsphere, the poor blog-bookie who said this just might find something good to say about me if I send some hits his way. No, I’m not putting up his link…I’m evil that way, hehehe)

So coming back, this is one of those few times I’ll write about another person and actually say who I’m talking about. This post is for Brad.

I’ll say it again.

BRAD, this is about you!!!!

For anyone who missed the reference, this is the guy who posts poetry in my comments section, writes even better stuff there than he does on his own blog. (Ah…I’ve been requested/ threatened with dire consequences if I give you the link). For some strange reason, he posted one of my photographs on his blog once. Yes, and this is the guy the last post was about (oh pleeeeezzz look at his comments there!)

I’ve written more than one post about him or conversations I’ve had with him. I once referred to him as a Bloody Male on XXFactor. According to Sensorcaine who ‘officially’ introduced us,

When you meet him, he’s this pretty normal guy. The weirdness is online.

And Selma is totally awe-struck by the fact that

He can say just anything to anybody!!

Speaking of which, I must talk about how I got to know Brad. Long, long ago, when I was still young and innocent (okay, not thaaat long ago)…I started receiving comments in poetry from Brad. I might have thought nothing of it, except that the comments were even better than my poetry-posts!! 

Around the same time, I received an invitation to ‘be a friend’ from some stranger (lets call him ‘NS’ for networked stranger) on one of the networking sites. Our common link turned out to be Sensorcaine, who manages to be the only one I know who can be ‘sensibly weird’.  Hence I accepted and I was shown into a blog full of strange ramblings that I soon forgot about.

And yet later, I chatted briefly with someone with a nondescript identity, who read my blogs (‘NI’ for nondescript identity).

Last year Brad e-mailed me for the first time telling me that he would be in my city and asking if I’d care to meet him. I was in…ah, lets call it my ‘anti-social’ phase so I didn’t actually meet him though he was treated to long monologues on what kind of a tattoo I should get.

A few months later, Sensorcaine asked me if I’d read NS’s blog. I told her I had and hadn’t been impressed. She looked surprised (one of the few times I’ve ever seen her so..) and re-iterated,

Are you sure? He sometimes comments on your blog as Brad.

*BING BONG* went the bells in my head and I said, “That’s him? But why does he write such junk on his own blog and such gems on my blog?” Wisely she suggested I ask him. And then she gave me his email address. It was NI.

If this wasn’t enough, last year I make the melodramatic proclamation that I’d quit blogging. Among the comments that were delivered to my inbox was one by ‘Brad’ carrying a link. 

Bingo!

I whooped silently and in revenge, linked back to his blog, when I came back.  No, don’t bother looking at my side-bar. That link has been taken off on request and the one that’s there now won’t lead you anywhere. After ages of playing hide-and-seek with my readers, I’ve finally met the master himself.

Now Brad and I have several themes of conversations running. We do manage to have those despite bad telephone signals along the train routes, mad auto-rickshawaalas, terror workplace situations and difference in time zones. The last is actually the least of the problems. I stand rightly accused of all those excuses.

Shall I embarass him a little by professing my undying admiration? Oooooh Brad….I’m waiting for you to call me…..*simper simper* Blech….that makes me want to puke but he’ll probably find it funny and its worth it for that. See, I can be nice too!

Sentimentally speaking, I really enjoy talking to you, Brad and I hope your patience out-lives my excuses. Don’t ask me why I make excuses…I can’t help them!!!! But since your patience seems to be wearing thin, I should probably rush to salavage the situation.

Now, here it is on paper (errr…in print).

The weekend is a day-and-a-half away for me.
I don’t sleep AT ALL on Friday nights.
I sleep virtually ALL of Saturday morning.
I also don’t work on Sunday.

All put together, please call me on:
Friday night
Saturday evening
Sunday any time (yours or mine!)

Talk to you soon, A.E. (Whoever wants to know what that means, post a comment addressed to Brad) Shall we reveal your identity now, Brad?

(I’m willing to lay a bet that this post makes him so mad he’ll write a post/comment in reply and not call me at the times mentioned!!)

23 thoughts on “Invisible man”
  1. Stuck in a time zone, seas away,
    She mirrors my laughs, thoughts and soul,
    In her, a true alter ego, I behold,
    And so my patience, shall not cease or sway.

  2. Brad: Beautiful, beautiful…and need I say, flattering?

    Apoorva: 🙁 What happened to the marriage proposals then? Did you think you’d get Brad free with the package?

  3. @ Menagerie: For the record, Brad did call me but…ulllp…I missed the call all three times because I didn’t hear the cell ring, because my cell was in the other room and because I was in traffic and couldn’t answer, respectively. In my defense, I called him back but he was too busy…ahem..

  4. @ Melody: :-). You’re getting close….once he described me as someone who’d discuss rocket science before going to bed. Am not sure if that was a compliment or not! :p

  5. @Melody: EMC2 happens to be the org where I conjure ‘sim-sim’ lab tricks at. 😀 (Apologies to Alibaba and 40 thieves)

  6. @ Ms. Smithy – Completely off the topic, but (somewhat) related to your last reply – there was this friend of mine who had this unique ‘people classification’ method.

    He used to say – there are people who have sex. And there are people who fold their clothes neatly and put on the side-table before sex.

    Basically he’d catagorize everyone by that i.e. “he’s such a clothes folder”.

    Darn, why did I start with this? Ahh yes. You’re such a ‘rocket science discusser’.

  7. @ Brad – After having met Ms. Smithy, I am sure that I am not as brainy as she is. She possibly follows your drift but I have not the foggiest what you’re on about…? sim-sim… huh??

  8. @ Melody: Pssst…I have no clue what he’s talking about when he goes into these moods…but don’t tell him I said so! 😉

    @ Piquedpickles: :D…I’d lurrrve to know what this guy thinks of your comment!

  9. @Melody: Ok. That was indeed far-fetched, I confess. You would shoot me if I give you the explanation, which is undoubtedly convoluted and ‘geeky’. So, let’s rest the case. IdeaSmith is being modest, btw.

    @Piquedpickles: 🙂 You already heard me.

  10. I said that? When? Its like one of those dumb statements you wish you never said by always end up saying. *pulls out hair*

    iS you forgot my lame attempt at matchmaking 😐

    Brad, drab drab, hahaha. Anagram king. King of Corn(Y).

    (CORN NOT PORN.)

  11. I’m STILL waiting for Brad to
    1. Thank me (we can save the feet kissing for later)
    2. Speak to his Godson in whatever language he has threatened to communicate it
    3. My (supposedly) very cool Top.
    4. Realise my patience is wearing thin.

  12. -Selma’s statement that you have blogged, I thought was very flattering; but Selma in her comments throws it out flat on the sidewalk! Oh well…rub-a-dub
    -*raises eyebrow* Thank Sensorcaine for…err…I am sure there must be something, but I am missing something here. //*lowers eyebrow* I’ll talk to my Godson in person, over the phone we might have a slight communication gap.//It’s not ‘supposedly’; it ‘was’ indeed a cool Top. Operative word – ‘was’. It’s in California at my previous residence, and is presently in ‘missing’ mode. No grief. I will buy a couple of other cool Tops for you. :)//Phew…I thought you had already run outta it. Phew…again.

  13. […] Brad called yesterday!!! Seconds after I discovered that he had been updating his old blog with posts that were actually comments put up on other blogs (including mine…I always said that he wrote comments that were better than my posts or his own!) Good morning!!!!!Good evening…It’s morning hereIt’s evening here *Chuckle* Good evening Good morning What do you do after work?I get home quite late these days and am too exhausted to do muchSo you watch the saans-bahu serials and have dinner insteadNooo…I don’t watch those, I read. I read over meals and in bedYou spend the day in office and then you come home to a book…that’s tiresomeWell I do spend 3 hours travelling and inhaling dusty, smoky air and wedged in crowds And you want me to live in this city????Not anymore. I want out. But not the US. Australia perhaps?That could work […]

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