Dying is sad, especially when you have to write your own obituary. And death is never tranquil, rarely so when you have achieved a faceless notoriety among the uncrowned lords of mumbo-jumbo (aka bhasad in Sanskrit). But SI chooses to die in serenity, for he never achieved what he set out for and he doesn’t deserve a dazzling farewell.
To confess the truth, Itch Me Tonite was derived from a similar initiative (called ‘Rough Paper’) by me and my friends during graduation days. It was meant to be a clean cut humor, with no abusive language, and intended to bemuse all. But unlike Rough Paper where everyone secretly wished their name appeared on the wall, pupils at Prabandhan Prodyogiki Sansthan got scared from day one. So much so, that I received threatening mails from Self Appointed Caretakers last year. After just a couple of mails from me, I was barred from all 07-09 YGroups.
Itch Me Tonite was never meant to be an entertainment weekly and it never did. I chose to be sporadic and circumstantial rather than routine and superficial. But the boredom had its toll and the enthusiasm died down with time. I returned in second year with this blog which got 26 followers and 2200+ views from just 5 posts. And this is where I achieved the only moment of satisfaction when people started discussing the autocratic and inefficient ways of Self Appointed Caretakers. Eventually, the freshers party was postponed after many refused to bend. The real reason to abruptly terminate the blog after this was that people suddenly got interested in knowing my identity. The face became more important than the words.
I never revealed myself because I repudiate fame. I like to maintain a low profile and would prefer to be a junior artist than a flop star. My only wish, however, is that my batch mates remember this uncanny prankster and the little fun we had pulling legs. And if you are reading this blog, you have made my wish come true.
Goodbye and have a great life.
Keep itching!!
