Death of a blogger

Sometime we need some sedatives to forget things, alarms to wake up, call to turn around. In this  world where nothing is effortlesss and natural.What is more natural than death. Death is totaly intrinsic and borrowing adjective from 'The clash of titans'-beautiful.( "What could be more beautiful than death?"- Hideous)

Death is all encompassing. its a norm not exception. So we live and so we die, but i am here to mourn over a special character- Mr. Blogger. He is not a stereotypical  'college-goer-net-surfer-turned-blogger'. He was initially a blogger ( a diarry writer). He was good in poetry, but now all he can is to become  happy by listening to Guljar songs over his laptop. Now he is more interested in ephemeral rise and fall of stocks. The interest in  proverbial intriguing nature is all lost now he is busy in making sence of some non-sensial stupid index. He has no time in his life : reading orange coloured mutipage newspaper, studying books written by some legendry investors, Valuing some companies, finding facts and advising client who are enjoing the cosy afternoon across the Mediterranian sea. Now he has developed  a sense to value intangibles also: ask him value of synergy, value of goodwill ; he will be right back throwing you numbers.

How the blogger died anyway? last time he blogged was 26 th October 2009. Then he went into a limbo, a deep slumber where all day he could dream about was the volatilities in stock. Somebody said it pretty aptly -What you think, you become. So he has started looking pale and lifeless. He had lost his creativity and then he lost his self-confidence.