Obituary



The psycho guy regrets to inform you of the sad demise of Feanaro. Feanaro was, as you might know, the other contributor to this site. He was last seen whispering sweet nothings into his sweetheart’s ears. One can’t blame him, actually, because she does have very pretty ears. What puzzles one, however, is the fact that, ever since I.S.C. , he was unable to post on this site. Very strange.

Well, unlike conventional obituaries, you shall not be given his biography. But let this be known, Feanaro was a romantic. He was perpetually in and out of love. One can imagine him as Romeo, wooing his fair Juliet on a cool, full moon night. One can imagine him as Don Juan, kissing the hand of his señorita passionately. One can imagine him as a middle aged Bong dad, taking his wife and 5 children ( Monglu, Chimpu, Rinku, Promesh and Pinki respectively) to the zoo on a Sunday morning. One cannot imagine him sitting down to write something.

The problem with romantics is that they tend to get obsessed. Feanaro was obsessed too. He seldom thought about anything except the pretty girl he was dating. So hypnotic were her eyes, that he saw little else. So beautiful was her face, that nothing else, including the blogsite, seemed to matter. One does not hold this against him, though. One understands that love makes people do stupid things. And so, with a heavy heart, one puts him out of his misery.

So long, farewell, auf weidersehen goodbye.