The First One

Well, okay. Here we are. My first blog. Why? Like I said, everyone seems to be doing it, so might as well join the club. A great man once said, “If you can’t lick ‘em, join ‘em”.

Before we start, a warning. Many of these lines are plagiarized from books of eminent authors. Perhaps I’ll be one some day. Fingers crossed.

So, where are we? The story of a chap. A chap who likes his life. Sticks and stones may break his bones, and loony doctors (read psychiatrists) may certify him totally certifiable, but he still likes his life. His universe. Everything. From birth to death. Alpha to Omega. Jayanthi to Nirvana. I’m not making too much sense here.

I’ll begin again. I’m in the land of the mallu, an adorable creation of god, at the abode of my fav’rit aunt (she’s my good and deserving one, as Bertie Wooster would say) , on a medical mission to meet this loony doctor (perhaps a far off distant relative of Sir Roderick Glossop), who’ll presumably diagnose me as being totally off my rocker.

Went to an amusement park today. In Kochi. That’s over two hours away by car. Far. But I had fun. Life is good. My entire universe is. Let’s not start that again.

Where were we? Oh yes, amusement park. Got wet. Soaked. Drenched. I resembled a soggy brown paper substitute for a human being. Did I mention it was a water theme park? Oh yes, u heckler, I CAN swim, and I’ve been swimming for over a decade. I’m a regular fish in water. Don’t do too well on land though. My cousins (two cute gals who’ve never seen life before 1995) had a heck of a lot of fun. Especially while they were pulling my hair. Or giving me a black eye while fighting each other for the last chip (the traditional kind – made from potato, not silicon). So, that’s life. One big amusement park ride. Ups. Downs. Crests. Troughs. You get drenched. Get a black eye. But you enjoy it. Life, ultimately, is good.

Back to the beginning then. Omega to Alpha. My universe? Revolves around me. Myself. Ahh, the universe of an egoistical guy. Being selfish pays off. Ask Ayn Rand. She knows. This universe also centers on buttered popcorn, Calvin and Hobbes, paintings by John Constable, books, books, books, Metallica, Elvis and Simon and Garfunkel. The universe does not include Bollywood films and/or music.

Everything else has to mean grub and girls. I am single and hunting. Not very hard though. I am also lazy. Got to correct that before I get to IIM. Hmm.

Rambled on enough. Didn’t make too much sense, but then a blog is sort of like an online diary. Diaries are private. Things that make sense to me and not to other people protect my privacy. That is optimism. Guiding Principle of my life. Again, life is good. Back at Alpha. I’ll quit while I’m ahead.

I’m not explaining lotusrays.