As I reel under the effects of just having resuscitated life into my blog, I realize its been 356 days since my first post. So shocking was the process of revival, that when I looked at the date of the last post (9th July) I nearly went into a maddening tizzy of comprehending the space-time continuum ... of course that lasted only till I eventually saw the "7" that followed "200" in the year part of the date and understood that what I was confronting was not a breakthrough in dimensional Physics but simply another prime example of my lethargy to follow up on good work. What's even more interesting is that the blog bug has re-bit me now when my three months of 24*7 joblessness is coming to an end. Good irony is never lost out on my life.
Anyways, enough digression, lets get to what this post is really about. The Bangalore bred Bengali (kinda catchy nah?!), yours truly, is reporting live from Mumbai. The role of being a fresh grad out of an IIM, brings with it the onerous burden of taking up a job which usually comes with the hassles of leaving the comfort of cities like Bangalore to relocate to places like Bombay where the "action" is (from a professional point of view). So I landed here yesterday, and thanks to a SuperDad (who btw has taken care of pretty much everything in my life thus far), I'd already got a place and am settling in rather neatly. Its a cozy flat this, 2BHK and all that jazz with beautiful views of national parks and such. I begin work tomorrow and with it I will be well on my journey to brave it out in the city of dreams (and nightmares!). Lets hope I can see my fledgling self through this next exciting phase of my life and come out with at least some ounces of character if not the proverbial flying colours.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Dear Diary
Hey you are not my diary and i don't intend you to be one either. But the least I can do is treat you with a little compassion if not a whole lot of respect. You see, you are going to be a melting pot of my abhorring thoughts and self-deprecating attempts at shallow humour. Most of what I will express on this corner-of-web-space excuse for a journal, will not have any real relevance or significance to any one's life, least of all mine. At best, I can commit to make an effort to be more or less honest with what I have to say. I promise I will burden you only with as much information as would be needed to represent me as the average next-door-stud to the single-digit followers of this blog - the kind of guy who has got it all together with only invisible chinks in his pretentious armour. So much for our terms of employment, ... err terms of endearment if you like. I know we cant shake on this but a simple rearrangement of your data packets as a nod of acknowledgement should do.
Taking a step back, let me get my manners right and introduce myself to you. I know you don't have a choice or say in being written into by me but I owe it to you to give you at least a few personal details in case you should develop powers to contact God asking him to strike me down with lightning or something for the torture that I will be putting you through.
Well, how should I start... I'm human and I guess that's a good place to begin. I was born without deformities and any that I have picked up in the last 24 years are all in my head. I am a Bengali born and brought up in Bangalore (as stupid or cliched as this sounds that's how I have always begun my description and received plenty of comic jibes for it). While that doesn't narrow me down to an identifiable entity, I like the comfort of hiding in numbers. I am a fairly sociable being although I love to be left alone most of the time. It would suffice here to say that I am an electronics engineer with an MBA from an IIM, although apart from degree certificates there isn't much I can do or say to prove that I deserve to hold either of the above two credentials. The problem with identity, at least in my case, is that I can associate it with only what I have done of late; so as far as I am concerned its a work in progress. I'm not in a mood right now to volunteer facts that one typically writes in the "About Me" section as is common on Facebook or Orkut, I guess no one ever really reads it or cares two hoots about the books you read and the music that inspires you. So for now, lets keep it at this and see if I can't reveal more about myself in the posts to come.
P.S: This entire blog is dedicated to the love of my life, a sweet little girl from Delhi whom I shall henceforth refer to as N. Much of what I write and how this blog will pan out is heavily inspired by her. She unwittingly stumbled upon this blog a year back without knowing I owned it, gave me my first comment and then forgot the url. Now she has to wait 50 posts before I'll reveal that detail to her. So godspeed to me.
Taking a step back, let me get my manners right and introduce myself to you. I know you don't have a choice or say in being written into by me but I owe it to you to give you at least a few personal details in case you should develop powers to contact God asking him to strike me down with lightning or something for the torture that I will be putting you through.
Well, how should I start... I'm human and I guess that's a good place to begin. I was born without deformities and any that I have picked up in the last 24 years are all in my head. I am a Bengali born and brought up in Bangalore (as stupid or cliched as this sounds that's how I have always begun my description and received plenty of comic jibes for it). While that doesn't narrow me down to an identifiable entity, I like the comfort of hiding in numbers. I am a fairly sociable being although I love to be left alone most of the time. It would suffice here to say that I am an electronics engineer with an MBA from an IIM, although apart from degree certificates there isn't much I can do or say to prove that I deserve to hold either of the above two credentials. The problem with identity, at least in my case, is that I can associate it with only what I have done of late; so as far as I am concerned its a work in progress. I'm not in a mood right now to volunteer facts that one typically writes in the "About Me" section as is common on Facebook or Orkut, I guess no one ever really reads it or cares two hoots about the books you read and the music that inspires you. So for now, lets keep it at this and see if I can't reveal more about myself in the posts to come.
P.S: This entire blog is dedicated to the love of my life, a sweet little girl from Delhi whom I shall henceforth refer to as N. Much of what I write and how this blog will pan out is heavily inspired by her. She unwittingly stumbled upon this blog a year back without knowing I owned it, gave me my first comment and then forgot the url. Now she has to wait 50 posts before I'll reveal that detail to her. So godspeed to me.
Monday, July 9, 2007
Stranger Than Fiction....
Funny I should start my blog with the title of a Will Farell movie. What is funnier, is that I am blogging in the first place. I have always maintained I dont believe in the concept (partly because I am against any fad that turns into mass hysteria). But then again I have never been known to stick to my stance for too long. So here I am penning down empty thoughts at 1 AM on a Tuesday morning.
So, coming back to the movie which has inspired the title of this post, as is common with most inspired people, i strangely felt inclined to react to this specific movie by encouraging myself to write. Mind you - not about anything in particular (you see I am not a big fan of conventions) - just write. Part of the exercise is to not make any apparent sense. Hints to an overarching theme is just the effect of a bit of jugglery with not-so-carefully chosen words.
Pardon me, but if I am not wrong, I havent made a single point yet. But those of you, who have had the stomach to read till this point - congratulations and a boulful of oxygen to you (why i chose this concoction as a reward for your psychological gumption may or may not be revealed in the lines to follow).
Now that I have your completely divided attention, let me try and get to the interesting part of this post. What began as a movie review at the conceptual stage, has turned into half-witted musings of an unstable mind. But I assure you, future posts, should you choose to read them, shall be a trifle more enlightening if not a whole lot more entertaining. You see in some ways, like the author "Karen Eiffel" in the movie, I too am in a writer's block, one that I have been in all my life. To pull myself out of this quagmire of self consuming yet totally unproductive verbal nightmare that my educated life has become, I have forced myself to take to the keyboard to try and come up with unique ways to show everyone exactly how abnormal I am.
I guess by now most of you would have drawn conclusions regarding my personality (not that I actually claim to possess one). For those of you who wonder if I can make sense wait for my next post.
P.S: The above passage is my humble dedication to the movement that is Arbit ;)
So, coming back to the movie which has inspired the title of this post, as is common with most inspired people, i strangely felt inclined to react to this specific movie by encouraging myself to write. Mind you - not about anything in particular (you see I am not a big fan of conventions) - just write. Part of the exercise is to not make any apparent sense. Hints to an overarching theme is just the effect of a bit of jugglery with not-so-carefully chosen words.
Pardon me, but if I am not wrong, I havent made a single point yet. But those of you, who have had the stomach to read till this point - congratulations and a boulful of oxygen to you (why i chose this concoction as a reward for your psychological gumption may or may not be revealed in the lines to follow).
Now that I have your completely divided attention, let me try and get to the interesting part of this post. What began as a movie review at the conceptual stage, has turned into half-witted musings of an unstable mind. But I assure you, future posts, should you choose to read them, shall be a trifle more enlightening if not a whole lot more entertaining. You see in some ways, like the author "Karen Eiffel" in the movie, I too am in a writer's block, one that I have been in all my life. To pull myself out of this quagmire of self consuming yet totally unproductive verbal nightmare that my educated life has become, I have forced myself to take to the keyboard to try and come up with unique ways to show everyone exactly how abnormal I am.
I guess by now most of you would have drawn conclusions regarding my personality (not that I actually claim to possess one). For those of you who wonder if I can make sense wait for my next post.
P.S: The above passage is my humble dedication to the movement that is Arbit ;)
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