Mourning the Death of Good Old Anonymity and Portending the Ensuing Tragedy

This blog isn’t as anonymous as I would have liked it to be, and I am already fretting over that fact. Heck, it’s not anonymous at all. Can you call it so, if your uncles and aunts know about its existence (and banteringly refer to its title and suchlike)? Certainly not! And, though it’s highly unlikely, what if they, God forbid, actually read it? Will some justice prevail?

That’s where I stand. Lynch-esque posts will not pop up and flourish in all their glory as often. The well-well-why-not-be-a-“good-boy” philosophy of mine will take the front seat. Contents of this blog will become saccharine; I will hug people online, thank them profusely. I will write favourable reviews of “Thavamai Thavamirunthu” and the like. And what not!

But, all is not lost. With all due humility, a little bit of whatever this blog used to be ^[1], will be retained.

And, as is my wont, I will end this post, by adding my bit to the readers’ woes, make them cry “Why O why? Why at all?” and sneer at this blog, its author and the Creator Himself.

This blog will soon host, God forbid not this time, some fiction – dark, gloomy, morbid, sinister, moody, searing (and life-affirming, if time permits) tales about human existence from time immemorial and other things.

[1] – “And what was that?” I wonder.