I, Me, Myself

Before plunging headlong into the meaning of Life, The Universe and Everything, my first blog is calculated to bore readers with piercing insights about myself.

In Banglalore's cold winter mornings about a dozen years ago, if you were one of those unlikely few who ventured to wake up at 4 AM and head for the basement of a school's music room in Whitefied, you'd have heard muffled sounds of a fatigued finger landing on a tabla. "The sound isnt right" was the helpful remark the guy teaching the person who owned the fatigued finger made, before launching into a rambling dialogue on how to generate weight in the fingers to generate the right sound. The guy attempting to learn was me. You guessed right...I called it quits soon after. I flirted briefly with the mandolin and the guitar thereafter before sensibly concluding that I was better off hearing music. There was a collective sigh of relief from friends and foes alike, probably the first and only time they saw eyeball to eyeball. That was the end of Nuts, the Wannabe musician.

Fast forward to 2001, an impulsive shopper in Abu Dhabi in the UAE shells out an obscene sum for his first camera. Its a Nikon F65, very seldom used, never understood thereafter. That was around the time I decided life's calling was to roll up the sleeves and head for the jungles in the general direction of the Amazon, South America, with the Nikon F 65 in tow.

What I actually do for my livelihood from Monday to Friday (and frequently over the weekends) is pound away at the keys of my laptop, gape at excel sheets and let my head swim in the numbers around the topline and bottomline of my unit. This is in Delhi, India and I wont say its too bad.

One of things I intend doing very soon is to head for the mountains in my car (Delhi has some great getaways handy) , laptop and mobile phone safely tucked away to bed at home, with some books, my ipod, a hammock, and yes, that Nikon F65 which so far has been pretty much ornamental. I've been having these healty intentions for the past 2 years.

Sigh...I guess its time to get back to reality. The week's already looming ahead and I can easily picture the steady entry of mails into my outlook. Filters and Auto Rules excluded, we manage to build up 200 mails a day for everyone, with more to share when the mood's low.

But I will be back next week with something more gripping to say (I promise it wont be about myself)