The End of Things

First, I thought I’d title this post, “The End of Good Things.” But I wasn’t going to write only about the end of good things, I was also going to write about the end of bad things. So, things made more sense. The thought occurred to me because I now have only one post due in the Anthem challenge that I have taken up. And there has been so much music playing in my head since the last #Anthem post, I am in a state of utter confusion. So many songs play in my head, stringing an additional sarcastic note, “Oh, so I don’t make the cut, do I?”

A part of me wants to make sure that the last post has to be the greatest Anthem. A magnum opus of sorts. And I do have a song in mind. I know, I will think of another song after I post #Anthem 10, and that undeniable sense of aarghness will set in.

Who Erased my Lines?

That’s what prompted “The End of Good Things.”

But then, bad things also end. We tend to think that they never do, but they do. It’s just that we shower so much attention and importance to bad things, we inadvertently prolong them that the seem permanent. (We should practice tactical ignorance.) But they do end, because, if bad things didn’t end, you wouldn’t have good things. And we know for sure, that all good things come to an end. And the very fact that good things exist, which we know, because they come to an end, means that bad things also exist and come to an end. While I am unable to put my finger on it, some sort of double-proof is going on here. To what purpose, I am not sure. What I am sure of, is that I have amply demonstrated that both good and bad things exist, and both come to an end.

They are not necessarily linear, successive, or predictable. They can co-exist. They’ll come in sharp bursts or stay long, like uninvited guests.

The Anthem Challenge was a good thing for me. And it will end, when I post the 10th Anthem. I have a feeling, however, that I may not allow this good thing to end. And while Paul asked for only 10 Anthems, he never said we have to stop at that. So that’s what I going to do, I am not going to allow a good thing to end.

So, while bad things may come and go, I’ll keep a good thing going, for as long as I can.

Awards & Such

Dear Joe,

It has been a while since I have stopped responding to and accepting blog-awards. It is always nice to be nominated, feels good. Thank you for the nomination. Truly! Since one of the things about this awards is that we get to know the blogger well, here are a few posts that may give you an insight of your nominee. A few tags I completed a long while ago, here, here, here, and here. There’s of course much more, but that may need sifting through 900-odd posts. This isn’t me being arrogant; contrary, in fact. Perhaps you may feel the same, after you have blogged for over a decade. Perhaps, this helps all new visitors to this blog.

Street Deco
Thank you, once again.

Oh, BTW, the weirdest food I ever ate was crocodile.

What the Writer Dreads


It all changes when the first sentence is constructed. But before that, this is the most daunting visual for a writer. This is what a blank screen really looks like.


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WordPress Anniversary

As against, Blog Anniversary, which is a few days later.

Screen Shot 2014-12-20 at 17.13.45WordPress tells me that it has been nine years since I registered Gaizabonts on WordPress. That’s December 2005. I did not make the shift to WordPress till October 2006, with this. I don’t recall why I took such a long time to shift, perhaps they didn’t have an importer in place.

Either ways, I am very Happy to be on WordPress. Thank you to the lovely folks at Automattic, for providing us the best blogging experience ever!

Murdering the Deadline

For those of you who are rooting for me to finish a thousand posts in the next few weeks, thank you. However, I don’t think I’ll get there. I still have fifty-three to go, and I have decided not to push myself. The quality of the writing suffers, I have noticed. There may be many in these sub-thousand posts, posts that you have disliked, and that’s fine. On my blog, for me, I don’t want a post that I dislike.

I’ll obviously get to the thousand-mark, someday, and I will thank you for reading, liking and commenting all these years. That someday we will celebrate together.

Grizzly bear with me.

Death by Things

Privacy is a matter of life and death. Literally.

“Williams, whose firm provides application security, doesn’t know exactly how IoT might be used to kill someone or what device will be implicated in the nefarious scheme, but considers it a certainty that a connected device will play a role in a murder.” : Coming soon: Murder by Internet | Computerworld:

It is amusing (and equally concerning) that I have been thinking how it could really happen.

Could someone, for example, hack our refrigerator and heat it up, make the cheese go really bad, and we end up eating it; get poisoned? Or perhaps lock our doors, disconnect our phones, and freeze us to death by turning down the temperature on the air-conditioner?

Eight years ago, I was thinking about identity, privacy, and anonymity. Not much has changed, I see.


It seemed to me, then, that people who are anonymous are less private and people with public identities are more private. Anonymity and privacy felt inversely related, somehow. No more the case; people display their identity and are public about all aspects of their life.


On a separate note, if you read the above-linked post on anonymity, you will notice that I perhaps lost some posts when I shifted from Blogger to WordPress. So, I guess, if I fall a few posts short, I can still consider, I hit the 1000-mark.

No, that’s not cheating. That’s being practical!

Topic Deficit

What happens, when you run out of things to write about? A couple of thoughts crossed my mind, and I started writing about it. A few sentences in, it felt like deja-vu. So I did a search on my blog. Yes, I had written about it. So I started writing about something else. I had, what I can only call: re-deja-vu.


I have run out of things to write about that I want to write about because I have already written about them. There are other things to write about, but I don’t want to write about them. And that poses a problem. Because I want to write much in this month.