Some Creativity

This is a blog I wrote for a blog writing competition held in my college a few months back. The topic was"the spice in chats"

A conversation:

Swetha: Hi

Me: Hello

Swetha: What are you doing?

Me: Thinking.

Swetha: About what?

Me: There is this event I am participating in where I have to write a blog.

Swetha: About what?

Me: The topic is “the spice in chat”.

Swetha: Hmm.. do you like chat?

Me: I love to chat.

Swetha: Not chat. You love to rattle on and on about insignificant things and annoy the hell out of me.

Me: Of course, I love that too.

Swetha: What’s the deal about this event anyway?

Me: It’s being conducted by CRAC.

Swetha: What’s big about them?

Me: The chicks are hot.

Swetha: I am jealous.

Me: Don’t be.

Swetha: Do you have any ideas?

Me: None as of now.. give me a few.

Swetha: You are the BITsian. You are supposed to be smart.

Me: I am never smart enough around you. Maybe I can have you if I try hard enough.

Swetha: Stop imagining things. Why don’t you do something real for a change?

Me: What is “real”? How do you define “real”? If you’re talking about what you can feel,

what you can smell, taste and see, then “real” is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain.

Swetha: A dialogue from “The Matrix” huh.. can’t you think of anything original? No wonder you are not able to come up with ideas.

Me: Hey, I have an idea. Why don’t I post this conversation as a blog for the competition.

Swetha: That’s a good idea.

Me: But I guess it would be rather unfair to others.

Swetha: How so?

Me: I’m taking your help in this. It’s supposed to be a solo competition.

Swetha: It is not unfair. This is your idea. Besides, I do not exist. I am just a part of your subconsciousness.

Me: Part of my subconsciousness huh.. can I strip you?

Swetha: Shut up pervert.

Me: Hahaha.. this is weird. I am imagining things. Maybe it’s just plain paranoia.

Swetha: You are not paranoid. Just stupid. There is nothing crazy in imagining things.

Me: Yeah.. But why would I imagine you as a girl?

Swetha: I don’t know.. Maybe this is what 4 years of BITSian life does to a guy.

Me: You’re right. I have crossed my word limit. I should probably stop. Will talk to you later.. Bye

Swetha: Yeah. Take care. Bye.