Haye haye mera beta jawaan ho gya, toota hua teer kaman ho gya
On August 20, “Random Thoughts of a Demented Mind”, the fruit of my fingers, turns three. And so I feel like a Dummy (dad + mummy) blogger, which is why we have the standard “proud parent” graphic below.
It has been an eventful year for RTDM, with it winning the IndiBlog of the Year 2006, a fact that caused much merriment in the Greatbong household with calls to all and sundry and conversations on the lines of “Yes mera beta came first this year. How did your blog-munna do? Not that good? Aww…koi baat naheen…(wicked grin)”. The jubilance was in sharp contrast to 2005 when my good-for-nothing blog came second, despite the best coaching and cramming classes money can buy. No doubt the repeated boxing of its ears, the 100 lines of writing “I shall come first in class” on the blackboard and the ritual humiliation, inflicted on it as sanctions for its “failure” to live up to it’s parent’s expectations, had its effect.
So why am I so obsessed with my little blog baby? Well simply because they contain the conquering words of a messiah. Before you call me a megalomaniac, here is an ad titled: The Messiah has returned that Google, based on a complicated top-secret algorithm for finding “contextual” ads, clonked right below my picture. And Google, I have come to realize, is never wrong. And if there was any doubt regarding that, it was dispelled when on another day, they put an ad titled Handsome Indian right below my picture, after extensive image analysis.
However for the sake of fairness, I also must mention two other contextual ads Google often serves, again based on my picture or perhaps my content, of a slightly disquieting nature.
Somehow Google feels that RTDM is the right place to peddle government specification bio-terrorism body bags and the popular “Everybody coffin” which promises flat storage and dignity in the midst of disaster, or as this description implies —the cheapest coffin possible for unclaimed corpses. Why any algorithm would associate engineered contagions and bargain-basement dead body disposal with the classy content on the blog and the full-of-life robust picture, right above the ad unit, is beyond me. Must be a glitch.
What was not a glitch however was Technorati recognizing “Random Thoughts of a Demented Mind” as No 1 in the blog rankings for a brief period.
But enough about my three-year old. I don’t want to spoil him with too much attention.
Let’s talk about you. You, the regular RTDM reader.
What makes RTDM such an enriching experience for me (and this is not the first time I am saying this nor is it the last) are the conversations initiated in the comment-space and the friends I have gained along the way, friends with whom I share a demented quirk or two.
And so as part of the birthday celebrations, I dedicate a favorite song of mine which crystallizes in poetic purity my gratitude to all my readers.
It is a song from a little known classic called “Rock Dancer” . No it is not the suggestive “Liya liya re” (also sung by Han Solo in Star Wars to serenade Princess Leia) or the “Ek room ek light” (later theme music for “An Inconvenient Truth”)
The song is “You are my Cheeken Phry”, sung and composed by the great Bappi-da.
Please listen here, with speakers at full volume.
And keep coming back.