I’m hankering for those simpler days when the mid-morning sunlight formed shifting dappled patterns on the forums and there was a giggle to be had at every turn of the subject matter.
A time when the disparate groups of cliques all came together and pitched in to solve the pressing problems of the day, problems like Roman’s flea/fly infestation and Madhanee’s askew moustache and who can forget Sadi Sobi’s bag a rich man and retire campaign.
In those days when general was full of itself, in a good way, and was disturbed only by the juvenile giggles from next-door as another café thread clocked 100 000 in a game of eye spy.
World affairs stayed in world affairs and had a little quality and even some debate. The corner room was bursting at the seams with teenage hormones, which is unusual from the demographic of the resident 30 somethings.
Ah a time when I had time to post too.
Like the alignment of planets or a celestial event only to repeat itself once in a lifetime, gupshup was fun.
Now newbies abound and each and every topic covered appeals to the lowest common denominator and we’re in negative figures in General.
So in these autumn days of my posting career as the light dims and we all sift ever harder to glean some fun from the place I’d like to take a little time to thank the people I’ve enjoyed interacting with and reading over the years.
Some characters and funny with it, people like Sadi Sobi, Madhanee, Lastnightness, shahreen, matsui, and even UTD, Ohioguy and myvoice when they can separate fun from their day jobs in WA.
Some great passionate writers with burgeoning and established talent like Sarah Splendour, Shahreen, Lajawab and hiccup.
Some great debaters and like Malik73, Achtung, Nadia and Myvoice
The withering wit of the likes of PakstaniAbroad, Femme Fatale, queer and funguy
The sagely stalwarts Like Fraudia, Faisal and Ehsan
The comedic satirists, Like Xtreme, Zaalim and gamma on a good day.
The relaxed cool of Abdullah, Rooster blues (Allah bless his soul) and hayaa.
The enjoyable tales real or otherwise of Cat woman, Munni smile and Roman
Every man and woman jack of ‘em has their faults in abundance as do we all, but they’ve given me the pleasure of their virtual company over the years and it’s about time I acknowledged it.
This isn’t a farewell or a break just a watershed and a reflection.
I feel better now, like the brief euphoria you get after chuckin’ up.
I feel so lost on Gupshup these days, with all these kids :o
for his hoped-for newfound Muslim cyberfriends. Notwithstanding the passionate writers, withering wits, great debaters, and sage stalwarts we have come to love and admire, in less than 2 months, poor young KRUSTY learned to hate all Muslims and exchanged in his