The Two Self Proclaimed Writers....

“An impeccable display of cowardice Mr. Adventure”, I announced and quickly wore a “31 teethed”
smile. It felt as if I had won the American Idol and hence awarded myself with a bite of a “Jumbo chicken
club-sandwich” which looked like a triple-storied apartment. After checking out a girl sitting diagonal to
MY plate, I rolled my eye balls towards my 6-foot tall classmate, Hrishikesh. He sunk into the equally
monstrous chair that he warmed, deep in thought.

If I was provided the remote-control that Adam Sandler owned in “Click”, I would love to
rewind the last fifteen minutes of my life and show you how I had won our latest argument.

15 minutes earlier:

“WHAT? You’re scared of a house-lizard! God! I can’t stop laughing, hahahaha!” roared Hrishikesh with laughter.
“Oh man come on! So what? God made such creatures in order to remind us that we shouldn’t judge
anyone according to their size! Even a small lizard can scare the shit out of you… that’s the whole point
of nature man, to respect everything!”, I declared and tried to hide my smirk. I didn’t plan to utter
a word of what I had blurted out a just now . Maybe I said this nonsense in order to defend
my dignity, even I was ashamed of my reaction after seeing that little reptile, but I couldn’t help it.

“Oh! Hahahahahaha! Superb sense of humor! Hahahahahaha! Oh God!” He continued to make
fun of me.

“Ok that’s it.” I gathered the scattered shards of my self-respect now. “Mate, you think you are really brave, eh? You can’t generalize one event and label me a coward!”, I continued.

“Objection My Lord! I am not generalizing it. In fact I should have said this before! You are scared of
heights, of a mere domestic reptile which even a 2-year old can scare away, you don’t drive a car above
50kmph and on top of that you are not even ready to come paragliding with me and are even scared to
ask a girl out you like! Shall I call you Superman now?” He said that with the most irritating smirk of the Milk Way.

“You repeated one point though…fear of heights and paragliding are the same.” I declared a little sheepishly, and after a little pause both of us burst into laughter.
“And in that case you are also a coward.” I continued.
“Me? Why me?”

“You are going to do a course in journalism and all, aren’t you? You write your shitty-romantic poems, articles and stuff…but you are not even ready to put that in public! Ha! What a journalist in the making! I know your scene man; you WANT TO EDIT A NEWSPAPER which no one else reads, so that you’re not laughed at! Hahaha!” I straightened up with new dynamism; I seemed to be winning this argument now.

He didn’t utter a word, he couldn’t. I thought he was really questioning himself like a depressed and lost person does in Bollywood films with low pitched violins playing in the background, “Am I really scared? Why am I so scared to put my material in public! I am an aspiring journalist! And he is an aspiring engineer! Then why don’t I have the balls to do what he does?”

Yes! That’s what happened fifteen minutes back! Welcome back to Hrishikesh’s public display of
cowardice.

“That was one hell of a provocation. But if it is so, let us do it then.” Gathering all the courage could, he declared.
“Hmm…alright then. Let’s put our respective stuff on a blog and satisfy our inner J.R.R.
Tolkiens and Khushwant Singhs”, I exclaimed.
“Yeah! Yes man! Let’s do it”, and Hrishikesh was enthralled. Maybe he only heard the names I took towards the end of my speech. Maybe he really thought that I felt he had a Khushwant Singh inside him, which I doubt.

But deep down inside even I didn’t know what we were heading towards… what am I supposed to do on
this blog? I know people just share their experiences or write about nearly anything, but were we really
ready for this?
“What will it be called Mr. Schumacher?” he asked me.
“How about www.thelogicbrigade.blogspot.com ?” I asked him for his suggestions about it.
After a lot of ‘pretentious’ pondering, he uttered “Sounds good…”
Writing an article a month was fine, but writing weekly or more often seemed scary… scarier than the Tushar Kapoor‘s films (maybe it’s a double S in his name, who cares). So we thought that we’d put an end to this and start with it, I am sure no one shall ask us to write more after reading our blog. Hrishikesh thinks differently. He said people might even delete us from their Facebook profiles!

That was Siddharth’s say people, an established story teller (a little exaggerated stories at times). Believe me, I’m not THAT scared of publishing my stuff, although this is admittedly my first attempt. We’ll try to be diverse this time. Not everyone likes talking about cricket and social issues, we know that.

The only thing common about us is our interest in writing and nothing else. So I was even more excited,
we can together write about things we couldn’t earlier, individually. I am not much into music but he
is, he doesn’t watch many movies, but I do. I prefer non-fiction to his fiction. Do visit the blog, your encouragement and criticism will lead us to betterment as it always has.
PS- Others are also allowed to post anything interesting they want to share with everyone; about your
college fests, your boring homework schedule, power cuts or the vegetables your mother force fed you today! (Even I hate green vegetables, junk food rocks!)

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