chitgo's advice
Life has been good to me. Rather good. The experiences (I can hear KVA, AD and sam laughing right now- screw you b@#$#@), ups, downs, travels, travails etc etc have all been positive in their outcome or the intended learning they were to impart; and now I feel it is time to give some back.
Yes, that’s right. Its time to get a bit philanthropical and plant a few seeds for the future generations.
Which is why, I’ve decided to devote some time every week (till the time I feel I’ve reached out to an ample percentage of the population) on giving advice.
Yes, that’s right – advice. (thanks ray for the inspiration)
Now, as some of you might be well aware, my advice is usually not very complicated in nature. Being a blunt, straight forward and fairly in your face fella’, I have usually restricted my pearls of wisdom to the following:
“Quit being a baby and grow a pair”
“Grow up dipshit”
“Being dumped is not like a heart attack. I don’t care if you’re a girl- grow a PAIR!”
…..and so on and so forth.
But here, dear reader, is where the change shall appear.
There are few aspects of my life that I hold very dear. External aspects that can affect my mood and accentuate them in a manner that acknowledges their existence and lulls them away from destructiveness or depressiveness or sheer retarded melancholy. One such aspect (and the most omnipotent I might add) has undoubtedly got to be the power of music.
and that, dear friends, is the answer. I already have a fairly sizeable list of advice seekers that have stumbled upon van chitgough’s blogesque space and hence answering their life’s queries shall be of first priority. For the others, Chitgo’s advice column officially opens its doors to the virtual space at large. Come to me with your problems and I shall respond with songs, albums or mere sounds that I believe will do your conundrum wonders. Solutions I cannot promise…satisfaction to the soul- certainly.
It’s time for some healing…
Yes, that’s right. Its time to get a bit philanthropical and plant a few seeds for the future generations.
Which is why, I’ve decided to devote some time every week (till the time I feel I’ve reached out to an ample percentage of the population) on giving advice.
Yes, that’s right – advice. (thanks ray for the inspiration)
Now, as some of you might be well aware, my advice is usually not very complicated in nature. Being a blunt, straight forward and fairly in your face fella’, I have usually restricted my pearls of wisdom to the following:
“Quit being a baby and grow a pair”
“Grow up dipshit”
“Being dumped is not like a heart attack. I don’t care if you’re a girl- grow a PAIR!”
…..and so on and so forth.
But here, dear reader, is where the change shall appear.
There are few aspects of my life that I hold very dear. External aspects that can affect my mood and accentuate them in a manner that acknowledges their existence and lulls them away from destructiveness or depressiveness or sheer retarded melancholy. One such aspect (and the most omnipotent I might add) has undoubtedly got to be the power of music.
and that, dear friends, is the answer. I already have a fairly sizeable list of advice seekers that have stumbled upon van chitgough’s blogesque space and hence answering their life’s queries shall be of first priority. For the others, Chitgo’s advice column officially opens its doors to the virtual space at large. Come to me with your problems and I shall respond with songs, albums or mere sounds that I believe will do your conundrum wonders. Solutions I cannot promise…satisfaction to the soul- certainly.
It’s time for some healing…
