Episode 2

Well, moving on with the story- after a year in Hyderabad, we moved to the hill station Ooty. I remember a lot of relatives coming to visit, riding ponies, boating in the lake, learning to tie my shoelaces and playing some weird game which involved rolling down a small hillside.

We came back to Trivandrum when I was six and stayed on for a year, when I tried my hand at a lot of stuff- singing, break-dance, painting ,etcetera, etcetera. All in all it was a pretty uneventful year, the only lasting mark left was a scar on my knee from a nasty fall, which I don't remember that well.

After Trivandrum came Delhi, where I spent three very eventful years of my life. But that in itself is a different story.

I blame the broadband rates in India for my very short posts. Next time I'll type them offline. My attention span has nothing to do with this.

And the laptop I wrote about yesterday- I got it. Dumped all my music into it, and navigated around it for about three hours before I finally got a hang of Vista. It's pretty, but I'm used to XP. Maybe I'll type the next 'long' post in my new laptop...

Food for thought?

I'll break my biography with little snippets like this from time to time. This is an attempt at thought provoking poetry for the monthly magazine we bring out at our college.

REQUIEM

Life's light's a flickering candle,
Burning off and on.
Now it shines with all it's strength,
Now it's dead and gone.
Onward it shines through ups and downs,
This flickering ray still glows,
Traipsing through troubles, piercing darkness,
Serenity it silently shows.
Through long years this light persists,
This candle in the rain.
Riding roughshod over hill and valley,
Enduring all the pain,
'Til the hour of death and darkness,
When the light no longer glows,
The soul transcends to heaven and the body lies
In rest, requiem, repose.

The Beginnings

Woke up today morning thinking about what to put in from my yesterdays, and finally decided to begin from the beginning. I was born on 26th September 1989 at Trivandrum, then travelled to Leh, Ladhak when i was about a year and a half old. I have very faint memories of a donkey outside my house and scrambled eggs! We returned to trivandrum when I was about three, and I went to nursery school there. I remember getting nervous and throwing up during my first stage performance.

My brother Anish was born when I was three. He was the cutest.

I was four when we moved to Hyderabad(if you've been wondering about all the movement, dad's in the army). I remember a cake resembling shere khan of 'The Jungle book' on my fourth birthday.

I'll save the rest of the stories for later episodes. And as for today, I'm in tight anticipation. My new laptop's due to be delivered today- a Dell Latitude D630 with An Intel Cor2Duo processor, 1 GB of ram and 80 GBs of Hard drive space.

And I'm listening to the Goo Goo Dolls, trying to find a way to get a song to play in the background of this blog. Well, let's see how far I succeed.

And I'm feeling sleepy. You always sleep a lot when you're home. Making up for the sleep lost at the college over CS and AOE. The bed beckons now... I go.

Random thoughts

Well… life does go on, and pretty fast too, for all that matters.
Right now, I’m sitting at home, in New Delhi, typing away aimlessly into the idiot box in front of me. I had always envisioned a blog to be a channel for my thoughts, but as I try channeling them they elude me one by one. Either I have too many thoughts or too few, but the point is, I can’t think of any now. I’m not trying to be funny or anything, but I want my first post to be whole truth.

I had planned, initially; to make this blog an autobiography of sorts. But I don’t know how far back my memories run, and for how long my patience withstands. So ultimately, this going to be a medley of my yester-years, the present age, and my plans for the future.

To cut a long story short this blog will be a very random collage of the relatively colourful experiences of my life.