And finally, I get to talk.

I don't know why Madhuri created me.She never told me why I was born.When she wrote my first post, she was cursing badly and muttering "Oh dammit" every 5 minutes. She was lost while finding out, how to post, how to change the font etc. Btw, my Happy Birthday is on July 20th, 2007. And I'm christened Brian.She wrote my first post, pretty quickly. I winced as she added some abuses here and there. She struggled to select a designer outfit, what you people call templates, for me. She wanted something in pink, it seemed. I kept my keys-fingers, crossed. What would the other blogs tell me if I was dressed in shocking pink? I would become the biggest PJ, at least on blogger's world. Other blogs would have taken revenge on me for all the PJs that Madhuri has cracked on the pitiable souls around her. She held the distinction of permanently cracking their brains while they banged their heads against the walls, after listening to the PJs, each sadder than the previous one. Thank the Lord above, for not giving Madhuri enough brains to find a pink template.....

She loved me a lot. Everyday, when she returned from college, she would open me excitedly. (Errr...no. Just click and open. Don't think too much) She would sigh sorrowfully. Doesn't anyone like Brian? She wrote another post and waited. Another post, yet again, and waited. But nobody commented. She was angry. Aghast. Furious. She felt bad for me. I was not accepted in this blogger's world as soon as I was born. She did something behind my back.(which of course I found out, considering I'm as good as Madhuri at having spy networks everywhere) She threatened some of her friends to read it and comment or she'll bash them up. Of course, the frightened souls commented on the posts then. All the posts, mind well. Hehe.

Not many admirers, but still, I was steadily growing up. People started commenting on my posts, without Madhuri having to twist their hands. A little more than a year has passed since I was born. One year young, and Madhuri and I are the best of buddies. The smile that comes on her face when I'm appreciated, brings tears to my virtual eyes. She became a bit smarter. She started posting my link on various blogging communities. Soon, more and more people visited me. Madhuri's college mates visited me too. Many didn't bother to post a comment or even bother to tell Madhuri if her posts are good or not (I don't blame them, specially the guys, since she brutually rapes their image out here!) P.s- They are not bad at all. Many other blog visitors drop in, and leave without a word. Madhuri emotionally blackmails people, which makes them go all senti usually and comment a few humble lines. (Trust a senti, emotional fool to trap other's into her plot...Gah!!)
I should be going. I have talked too much. Time for her to take over. See you on my next birthday....!! (As if she'll let me have a word before that!!)