Sometimes, a perfectly harmless compliment may have a negative impact on you. It’s like getting a bottle of good perfume as a gift. It makes you wonder if you’re such a stinker after all.
And it keeps happening to me again and again. People read my work in the lab journals and other publications, come up to me and say,
“Hey, I noticed your work. I really liked reading it”.
And then, without fail, they back it up by saying,
You know what? You should apply to Times of India. You’ll get through easily.
Sure. Times of India, huh? Why not? I will write for them someday.
Oh. Did I tell you? I also aspire to be the Queen of Egypt someday.
Disclaimer The
Neurotic One shall use this narcissistic recluse to blow his own trumpet, to
question the parentage of Communists and to blast the world for what it is.
Readers who do not concur, are requested to bend over and kiss his buttocks.
Readers are also strongly advised against side effects of reading Neurotica,
such as strong nausea, splitting headaches, insomnia, visions of Baba Sehgal
chasing you in a thong, suicidal depression, delirium, anti social behaviour,
transformtion into an ugly toad, nightmares about ugly and naked fat men, STDs,
Kafka dreams or brief flashes of intelligence.
If you do feel these side effects, oh well. Sue me.