Ah, Samit!

I, on principle, am a regular Indi chick. Never one to spontaneously take off to Goa, never one to sign up for aerobics classes (which explains my figure)... However, every once in a while, there comes a man like no other. He is usually fictitious, more's the pity. This time he isn't.



By my "Ah, Samit!" title, one may surmise that the hitherto unknown name is Samit. His surname is Basu. He's the one who's been keeping me up nearly all night. Ahem, what i mean is that he writes books (don't speculate so much, sheesh!).



I just finished The Unwaba Revelations. It's his final book in the Game World trilogy, which makes it Book number 3. I got the first copy on the streets of 4th block and it was a two-in-one combo. Wasn't thrilled with the very first chapter in The Simoquin Prophecies (Maria reserves all rights to whimsical writing) but the pace picked up nicely by Chapter 4. Did i mention i love Samit Basu's writing? I cannot figure out if it is deliberate humour in his words. I chortled and snorted (much to my co-passengers' consternation and my friends' embarassment on the Shatabdi) when the Edicts for building a Dark Tower came up. This bit was in his second book called The Manticore's Secret.



Edict 1: A Dark Tower must be Dark.

Edict 2: A Dark Tower must Tower.



Here, the newly anointed Dark Lord Kirin (yeah, dude isn't much into nomenclature) is having his Dark Tower built and this was what guided its architecture. He's a half Ravian- half Rakshas male who lived in Kol, the Big Mango, for a few years and eventually found out that he was a stone statue for about 200 years before that. Interesting, most interesting...



Anyway, it's 7:20 am local time and i must shuck my buns to make it to dear ol' B R Amc on time. Peace out!

Hailing all with post-teen angst!

"...but hold your nose 'cause here comes the cold water.."


It isn't very auspicious starting a blog with plagarism. What can i say, forgive me Eminem, it seemed appropriate. In the case of this humble, fledgling blogger, the cold water comes as the fact that i wasn't a blogger till 6am local time. I'm averse to sharing my life with strangers. I have intimacy issues. Therefore, Amrika of Bangalore, India (that's me) shall be henceforth known as Maria Knows of Styx, Mythland (that's me as well). Amrika is demure, reserved, sweet, non-blogger. Maria on the other hand is loud, egregious, nasty, blogger.

That's enough descriptives for one morning. It's not too easy to bare one's soul and bad grammar to the strange cult of blog readers but i pledge to do my best.



I have begun this blog as part of my very own Experiments in Writing. I'm an unhardened writer with ideas that often lead nowhere. I am curious to find out if leaving my words open to critique will help with my problem(s).



What to expect in future blogs? Well, there will be snippets of conversation between my ego and alter ego, there'll be irreverent and extremely barbed pieces, there's bound to be a fair share of expletives and, perhaps, a touch of the absurd.









Disclaimer: This blog in no way promotes split-personality disorder, politeness or Cricket. You've been warned, Mortal!