im pretty sure the blog virus entered my brains and never left.

No, this blog was not created in a spur-of-a/the-moment. I am no Mark Zuckerberg. I was not supposedly insulted by my boyfriend like him (a girlfriend in his case). Neither is this blog existing to get back at my son.of.a.holy.cow ex-boyfriend. That bloody would-love-to-drown-you-in-a-pool-of-blood-anyday cripple-head.Okay there. focus...Where was i again? oh yeah, I contemplated, weighted, ridiculed myself, procrastinated the hell out of time (if that makes any sense) and pursued a friend of mine to co-blog with me (for the longest time ever possible for human mankind to do so. No, just kidding. We've had only one conversation about this. so far. Me on my Facebook message inbox and him on his iPhone).We agreed to discuss about it. 

So, Me Sincerely and Dear Friend met up. We still haven't even cared to think about this together. We were just too busy cooling ourselves in this Why-dont-you-just-eat-me-up-too heat of Delhi.

Then it occured to me. I can just go ahead and playscape the blogging scene till he decides to join me. I want to learn stuffs. I mean, why not learn them by myself? Study after study shows that the human kind develop quickest and best when they are physically manipulating the environment by themselves. I decided placing and pressing the tips of my fingers on the alphabets and signs on my keyboard maybe one way to physically exercise myself. well, parts of me atleast. But i definitely have hashtagged (#) him in my The Cached Bible (TCB). 

So maybe you want to know what The Cached Bible is. Its actually nothing but my 7-year old very ordinary notebook with Avril lavigne adorning the cover. Yeah whatever. But thats where everything i know all about is being scribbled down in my 15th century penmanship skills. I resort to actually writing them down than keep them all cumulated in my cumbersome brains. You can find lines quoted from my all time favourite book "To Kill A Mockingbird", a punchline used in an ad of some jewellery line,lots of senseless-nowhere-near-to-any-kind-of-human-language-slash-dialect text messages me and this one friend of mine liked to exchange in our inhumanely impossible boring hours, every phone numbers and names of everyone i know, all my possible important notes to myself, hopeless odes i wrote etc etc. I think it even has the address of Angelina Jolie. 

Yes, i will answer that too. Its called The Cached Bible because well, see, Cache is a very common term in Computer language.So what does CACHE exactly mean? Who better to ask what cache means than the almighty Google himself? So I prayed to Google asking him if he could answer that and voila! Google defines Cache as "An area of high speed memory set aside to store frequently accessed data. When data is accessed, a copy is stored in cache memory. The next time the CPU looks for information, it first checks the cache. If the data is there (called a hit), it can retrieve it from the much faster cache memory". So, i'm the CPU here. I retrieve my data everytime i want an inspiration - information ( ugh same thing) i dig my TCB. And Bible because i worship it. Not like worship worship..you know what i mean. So there.

If my house was ever to come tumbling down or go down(up?) in the fiercest of fire, THAT is the only thing that would make me wanna go fight those firemen (that is if they ever decide to show up) and where they'd be like, you know, stop and pull me back but i would just shout at them with a high pitched scream "but i have to go in!!", but all they would hear would be a "..bluuuhhh i klluuvveeee gloooopppiiiieeee!!!"...and i'd stare at them.. then they would see that i meant business and suit me up in those whatever colour jumpsuits the Indian firemen are supposed to wear probably with the Ashok Chakra emblemed right in the middle of the chest, but they would let me go in along with other two firemen and after hours(it would seem that long to me obviously..hello! im inside a burning house??) i would come out all sooted and i would put up my hands holding The Cached Bible ,edges burnt, in the air and everyone wouldn't be able to just stop clapping their hands.  clap! clap! clap!..claaaaaa.....snap! snap!   ...Oh okay, so you get it. Its my most priced possession.

Along with ALL my other things. =))

So there, i had to start somewhere. Tweet me, wall me, scrap me, anything.

but seriously i want you all in my TCB.

I promise to not vent.