Senti?

Nikhil recently returned from onsite. There was a sudden silence that struck the balcony where he and his room mates were smoking the much sought after Cuban cigars that Nikhil brought from the onsite. The question has been asked, the question that each of the roommate has been trying to avoid from the very moment Nikhil set his foot in his motherland, the question, whose answer might withdraw the answerer's heart from circulation. Their eyes squinted in an attempt to glance each other as a gesture to plea to take the initiative to break the news.
Kiran was the chosen one, he was always the spokesperson for anything that has to be declared or discussed in the room.

He started, "Late DOG (Damodaran Om Ganesan).........."


“Late??” snapped Nikhil. The word echoed deep into his ears. “DOG the blogger is dead?”

“As dead as the mouse of your PC” said Kiran with moist eyes. “You might want to hear to his story, it is pretty sad but very interesting. Do you remember? He was starting his hobby as a blogger when you started for the onsite. He started off well, he used to write nice blogs and used to post them on our bulletin board to which people seldom replied. And so he started making a big collection of those blogs, it was quite impressive. ”

“So what went wrong?” Nikhil beamed with astonishment.

“Ah! When he posted 47 posts straight without a single reply from the BB, he decided to add three more specimens to the wonderful collection, and when he posted the 48th post, all hell broke loose when our beloved BB members started replying to his posts” Kiran’s words echoed in the silence of the balcony.

“But what’s wrong with that?” said Nikhil, his naturally confused looks turned even more confused.

“There is the catch. DOG was under the impression that he was writing humorous articles, but the replies he got are more of sympathetic kind than anything else and this pissed him off. He was more happy with ‘no reply’ status of his posts than the ‘misinterpreted’ and then things went worse when he gone ahead with his 49th post and when one of the BB follower offered to meet him and gave him a jadoo ki jhappi for being able to write such a sentimental post and this has depressed DOG to the worst extent possible and he, then took the drastic decision of writing a poem. He wrote the poem jumbo zameen par. Poor DOG, I was with him when he read the first three stanzas of poem, I stopped him at the fourth stanza, little thinking that it was sympathy rather than congratulations that he needed. When I saw him after posting the poem on BB, he was looking haggard and only then did I realize that he got a record 100 replies to that poem and all are of sympathy. He was hurt as hell. ”

“But….” Nikhil was still confused.

“I know what you want to ask.” Kiran said sadly.

“I encouraged him to send the poem to a news paper, the clocks of India, which publishes poems. He did”
“Then?” said Nikhil
“Then! Then, he got a long envelope bearing the crest of ‘The clocks of India’ on the top. He opened the envelope with an infinite hope that the poem would be rejected. And when he opened, he started laughing hysterically and collapsed and expired immediately. You might have guessed what was there in the poem, a sympathy letter from the editor.”