My magical love affair with the orange beauty

The great orange ball never fails to excite and fascinate me. I developed a liking for her when i had completed school and had nothing to do before joining college. Ever since that time this beauty had grown closer to my heart. Thanks to my cousin who introduced me to this dear soul mate.

I go reach out to this beauty and carry her with both my hands and start walking towards the court, sometimes dribbling her along the way. When i reach the abode of this celestial beauty, I go just below the ring and make the first ceremonial shoot. The ball just nicks the board and drops into the ring effortlessly. I take my darling back and start dribbiling her in my energetic enthusiasm. Then i hold her above my head with a caressing grasp. I shoot her and when the spherical beauty makes her way through the ring, i experience a joy unbound.

I have always had boundless admiration for this boon campanion, which looks like a large size "Rudraksha" with eight faces. The beauty has a rough external texture with hundreds of little orange bumps. But when i take a closer and deeper look at her, amazing illusionary floral patterns make a treat for my eyes.

My dates with her are always special in some way. Today, When i held her above my head and was about shoot her from the zero degree position, i noticed a wonderful formation. The moon, the ball and the ring, the three circular beauties were in a row as if swimming synchronously in the air.

When i was taking a break between my play, i noticed an sms sent by a friend of mine. " Why don't women like basketball players as lovers? cos they always dribble before they shoot", read the naughty sms. The timing of the message's arrival couldn't have been any better. I had a hearty laughter.

And then a funny thought arose in my mind. What if i make the ball itself my lover. Its funny....very funny.....but my feeling for her is true....i wanna live the rest of my life with her :)

blogger's..block

probably hundreds n thousands of bloggers are havin a BLOCK @ this very moment of my awakened curiousity. but when did i hav a block...a blogger's block that is. man!...please let my bloated ego of an amateur writer assume that i had had a block when before i started blogging.

had always enjoyed expressin myself thru words in my dairies, notebooks n bits of paper, all of which i lose unconditionally. So, here i go....writing my first blog in a breathless eagerness. Thanks to a good friend of mine who had the will n a persuasive charm to inspire a lazy bones like me into writin blogs. Let her contagious wit permeate thru the complex web of 0's n 1's and bless mine, makin me an astute observer n an elegant artist [writer].

i assure you to expect in my blogs... my ideologies, a lot of arguments, musings both happy and gloomy, memorable experiences, pensive reflections, few confessions, trivialities, stupid sentiments and convention defying thoughts.
Gossips, proofless aligations, n highly prejudiced thoughts are a few i DO NOT promise.

did my words stab your wit?...n here i name my link "wordstabber.blogspot.com"

thankyou for readin my first blog :)