…and that killed the blogger…

26 Apr

He did what he knew he was good at. He wrote to her on his blog. That was the only way in which Shirish could express himself to her. He was never the kind to talk to girls in person. He had ended up stammering and being speechless every such time, embarassing himself. He referred to her as “Nee” (you) in his posts. His heart controlled his fingers as he typed each and every emotion of his, for Nee…

She sat in the very next cubicle…her monitor facing him. She smiled back each time Shirish smiled at her, but they never got to talking. Andrea liked the handsome and smart him, but wanted him to make the first move…unaware of his limitations. But she read every emotion, that he posted on his blog. She was his dedicated reader and loved his posts to such an extent that she even dreamt of him reading those out to her in person. By the situations that he wrote on and the emotions that he captured in his posts, she was pretty sure that it was about her. Yet she commented on those posts with her usual tinge of ignorance. All that she now waited was to hear this flow of emotions from Shirish himself. But the Sun never seemed to rise from the west, so as to say.


Shirish would post on a daily basis, his feelings for her in the form of a prose when elated and as poems when otherwise. But she loved it all, for the attention that she got. Everytime a new post alert popped up on her screen, Andrea would rush to read and comment immediately…what with his blog, being very much next to her screensaver.

Nikita, Shirish’s teammate who sat next to him was Andrea’s very good friend but she was unaware of the virtual chemistry going on between them. It was thanks to Nikita that Andrea initially became aware of Shirish’s blog.
“You know what? I think Shirish has a crush on me…cos every post of his talks about some “Nee”…And though he hasn’t confessed, I guess its Nikita….meeeeeee…His write ups are soooo romantic…blah blah…”…it was after this, that Andrea had started following Shirish’s blog…

As days passed, comments started pouring into his blog mostly from gals who wondered about who “Nee” could be, some who knew him even wondering like Nikita if it was they themselves. These very gals would rush to be the “first” to comment on his blog, each time Shirish posted. Such was the madness to be the first to comment, that people commented even before they read his post….and that left Andrea jealous and furious.
“Why do I feel jealous and angry for trivial things like these stupid gals commenting first on his post?” she did think, but only for a moment before she instantly yet furiously locked her system and accessed out of the bay.

Being in close vicinity, Shirish was a witness to all her internal fury and he for reasons unknown liked what he saw. To create this situation, he sometimes posted when she was not in her cubicle. He knew of jealously as another form of expressing love. He deeply wished that she would come and talk, something which he himself lacked in.

It broke his heart…the last two posts had been been read by her without commenting on them. Though there was no one else who would beat her in terms of ‘user visits’, her not commenting cos she couldn’t be the first one to do so was like a virtual backstab…much more painful though.

Andrea on the other hand was more interested in what others, especially the gals commented on his blog and more importantly how and what he replied back to each of them. Girls openly flirted with him asking if they were his “Nee”, and Shirish answered them vaguely taking care of not hurting any of them but on the other hand, never letting the cat out of the bag. ๐Ÿ˜‰ And to her, it seemed that he tried to please and flirt with every gal that commented.ย  She would still smile back when Shirish did as they passed by eachother, but there was now this uneasiness that was seemingly building up!
Nikita, on the other hand was turning out to be pain in the…mmm…neck…with her constant “Ooooo Shirish wrote this (and that), and I never knew he thought so about me!”, “Ouiiii maaa…did you read his latest poem describing my eyes…I never knew my eyes were so….whatever he mentions!”…Andrea now hated Nikita…hated her more for the excitement and happiness in her than as a person in particular.

Inspite of knowing all the happenings, Shirish did only one thing he knew how best to do. He wrote for Andrea, and captured all her emotions – the anger, the frustration, the jealously, the possessiveness, the unexpressed love, the pain – like never before…
With every write up that he posted…she now silently cried…she didn’t know the reason why, but she sulked. His posts were so emotional, so virtually realistic, so meaningful that she felt it had so much of her in them than she could ever see by herself. It was now kinda too much for her to take…too much of love was becoming a pain. Every post alert seemed like a bullet pumped into her heart. Perfectly executed, and bloody merciless! She couldn’t help but click on “Stop following”!

It left him shattered…as her reading his blog eventually reduced, as indicated by the user visits. With her now not following, he was unsure about putting down his feelings for her on his blog any further. He decided to end it all, with one last post….dedicated to the one he wrote for…his “Nee”…who now seemed like she was never THE ONE to be.

He didn’t know if she would read this last post…but he believed that in someway or the other Andrea would get a clue about this post, and then he had blind faith in Nikita to spread the news, unasked! [:P]

“(B)Logging off”

It was for you that I was born online…
You read me, like you understood the thoughts of mine!

I wrote for you, cos that was the best I could do…
To say so I feared, but you know that I did/do love you!

Time and tide they say, waits for none…
I cared for nothing, cos for me you were the one!

It is not the block that’s stopping me from writing…
But it’s the widening gap in between that is biting!

With a weeping heart, I write this last one for you…
Will smile as we pass by, but write no more as I used to do!

It’s only words and not my feelings, that seem to be drying…
Let me stop the flow once for all, before you decide to stop reading!

It’s not easy, but certainly not too tough…
Dunno if I’ll ever get back but for now, am (B)Logging off!

…and that killedย the blogger…

PS: I know it seems like Shirish was more into his blog’s ‘statistics’ than that of ‘Nee’! ๐Ÿ˜‰


Posted by on April 26, 2009 in Stories


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14 responses to “…and that killed the blogger…

  1. iselldreams

    April 27, 2009 at 1:00 am

    errr i m scared to ask whether it is a true story or not….but hope it is not true as i could never imagine that you can stop blogging…
    Nice structure, realistic feelings, prose and poem knitted together quite effciently…

  2. Sanket

    April 27, 2009 at 6:56 am

    True story?! ๐Ÿ˜›

  3. iselldreams

    April 27, 2009 at 10:18 am

    You are more brave than me regarding ur questions

  4. chriz

    April 27, 2009 at 1:32 pm

    who is the nikita and andrea in your life?

    is this is your last post?


    nice one bro

  5. preeti

    April 27, 2009 at 10:55 pm

    wowowowow :):)
    neat work here sree… pl don write such err.. erm.. heavy romantic stuff… doesn go with your yo image ๐Ÿ™‚ and please dont quit blogging. tere bakwaas ke bina jiyaa jaaye naa..
    cheers buddy ๐Ÿ™‚ tension nahin leneka.. chuck andrea nikita or nee … main hoon na.. tu main aur apna tan tan :):) hic..hic..

  6. Sree

    April 29, 2009 at 12:20 am

    @ Isd,

    Haha…its a collage of different emotions that i have seen and heard in the last 30 months of blogging…so its definitely true…but its not my story!! ๐Ÿ˜€
    And I will definitely not stop my flow of nonsense!! ๐Ÿ˜‰
    Thanks buddy!! ๐Ÿ˜€

    @ Sanket,

    Arre…nahi bhai…sach hota toh ye bhi nahi likhta!! ๐Ÿ˜‰
    Thanks buddy! ๐Ÿ˜€

  7. Sree

    April 29, 2009 at 12:23 am

    @ Chriz,

    Dunno…Am wondering if there is any Andrea!! May be atleast now its time for her to comment!! ๐Ÿ˜‰
    Nah…I’ll continue spammin! Thanks bro!! ๐Ÿ˜€

    @ Preeti,

    hehe…doesnt go with my image, ahem!! ๐Ÿ˜‰
    Wah…bakwaas jab pyaara lage, toh I love pyaar baatna! ๐Ÿ˜›
    Chalo aaj se main Preeti ke peeche…with apna tan tan saathi in hand…dono hic hic!! ๐Ÿ˜†
    Thanks buddy! ๐Ÿ˜€

  8. insearchoflife

    April 29, 2009 at 11:46 pm

    Wow that was lovely. I am tryin my hand out at bloggin too…but going by your posts…i defnlty have a long way to go!

  9. Sree

    April 29, 2009 at 11:57 pm

    @ ISOL,

    Thank you so much buddy…you’ll do good, this is nothing…!! ๐Ÿ™‚
    Do post your bloglink here pls! ๐Ÿ™‚

  10. arshat

    April 30, 2009 at 12:02 pm

    wow.. very well written. It sounds so realistic..

  11. Sree

    May 2, 2009 at 12:51 pm

    @ Arshat,

    Thanks a lot buddy! ๐Ÿ˜€

  12. cutestangel

    May 4, 2009 at 3:11 am

    sree wow lovely post so romantic and nee if you are reading this dont break his heart do post a reply here.

  13. aparna

    May 5, 2009 at 9:07 am

    liked the poem

  14. Sree

    May 6, 2009 at 9:06 pm

    @ C-A,

    Haha…but that Shirish isnt me…but ya, if there’s any Nee pls stand up! ๐Ÿ˜›
    Thanks buddy! ๐Ÿ˜€

    @ Aparna,

    And the post was too mushy for u na? ๐Ÿ˜›
    Thanks buddy! ๐Ÿ˜€


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