To W(B)ed a Bong

The Bedding Diaries of a clueless, soon-to-be Bride

Friday, January 13, 2006

Au revoir

Towards the end of Ian McEwan's Atonement, the protagonist seems to conclude that there could be no atonement for her as she, the novelist, could rework her book to reflect anything she wants it to. That the book is supposedly about incidents in her real life is merely incidental. In that she could shape how the world views her and her life, she becomes a kind of God. And we jobless bloggers, especially the ones who write about stuff that happens in our lives do like playing God. We take some insignificant incident from our horribly uninteresting lives and try to build what we think is an interesting story around it. As one of my favorite bloggers says again and again about his blog [I am too lazy to dig up the actual posts], the key here is to remember that everything that appears on this blog is mostly fiction. Though, you know, it is about me.

Why am I saying all this now? One, because some of you are a little concerned that this blog might be getting a little too personal and I figured its a good time to explain things. Two, because its time to say Goodbye. All good things must come to an end and hey, hang on, no, no, the marriage is not coming to an end - I said all "good" things. I started writing this blog during the heights of pre-wedding depression to provide me with some comic relief and in that sense, this blog has served its purpose. Of course, its been quite nice to hear from so many of you in the past few months and hopefully, you will stay in touch. But this bedding is over and I am the Bride no more, and this blog has to die.

PS: Regular blogging will hopefully happen in Yossarian Lives, so you can always come visit.

PPS: Bill, I know you want to do a post of 'Memories of your Melancholy Brides'. But it ain't happening on this blog. Lets see if you will ever have the enthu to actually go do something yourself. :)

PPPS: And please, no jokes about today being Friday, the 13th.


Blogger Falstaff said...

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3:32 AM  
Blogger Falstaff said...

What? You mean you're not going to be one of those disgustingly saccharine couples who keep joint blogs, filled with daily doses of sunshine and other such Hallmark propaganda? Complete with the tagline "Two Love birds built this nest"? Ah, well. Pity.

By the way, you do realise that this 'all good things must come to an end' bit is a total non sequitur?


3:32 AM  
Blogger Veena said...

"Two love birds build their nest"? do you come up with such obscenities?

Ofcourse its a non sequitur. But when did you start looking for logic in this blog?

10:19 AM  
Blogger Veena said...

Falstaff: Bill called me after he read my comment to tell me two things. One pertains to you so I figured might as well tell you.

1. If he had known before that my knowledge of Wodehouse was so shallow he would never have married me.

2. We should all know by that Falstaff is incapable of writing even a comment without quoting someone! :)

11:24 AM  
Blogger Red said...

Thank you for being a brilliant author and sharing a part of your life with the voyeuristic readers.

Being Bengali and probably going to be Bed in a few years (a decade atleast, good Bengali boys dont get married before 30) this was insightful.

I have you tagged on my blog as "All Potential Brides, Please Read".

Thanks again. This was nice.

4:28 PM  
Blogger Veena said...


Thanks. But are you suggesting Bill is a "bad" Bengali boy now? :)

7:06 AM  
Blogger s! said...

it's been a fun read so far.. shame you have to stop.

here's wishing the happily w(b)ed couple a very happy future!

NB: don't delete the blog, it remains very funny :-)

2:56 PM  
Blogger s! said...

oh, by the way.. i'm bong and the gf is a bong raised in south india.. so we can relate :-)

2:58 PM  
Blogger Ash said...

Well, I'll sure miss the crazy antics :)

Good luck to you and Bill, and wish you good times ahead


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drop that fool like no othher, I just divorced my wife of 2 years and 4 months. I couldn't be happier

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