A warm hello to my dear reader,


Technoczar - This is a name that had become synonymous with our technical event at college and it lends a cruel twist to the technical part of the name... So here goes - Let me not bore my dear readers with " so here I am writing my first post (blah blah blah which I see in every other usual blog)", rather lets travel down my memory lane and browse through smudged pages of over used memory - the brain being a storage & processing medium gets really tired when I use it for producing some brilliant masterpieces of code for my company and making its MD even more richer, though he pays me handsomely (his earnings : mine ratio ranges in the magnitude of > 10000 ), so lets not comment on it further, and get back to turning backwards the pages of my life book.

I was born as all little babies are "borned" nowadays - in a not so clean hospital (no hospital is ever clean, what with the duty nurse having a bad cold and the cleaning lady not clean enough before entering the room) - let me not dwell into the hospital horror stories as of now and.. so there I was - a sweet little baby ready to take my place in this nasty world with energetic zeal.. If u have observed young babies (pardon my stressing the fact that even babies shud be a little young - for there are older babies too you know; I know a few who are older than u and me) u will know that they have a great deal of enthusiasm and a good sense of humour though the humor part of it not always pleases the nurse who has to change the sheets or the mother who has to rock the baby endlessly in its cradle till it feels dizzy enough to sleep. And I should add that it was quite a enjoyable period of time for the young baby, though I do not remember how well I enjoyed my baby days, I can assure you that this is true, for I have seen lots of cousins and lately second cousins come into this world to take their share of bliss and kiss (young babies, my dear reader, you being enlightened enough, shud know that they are kissed and people fight for giving them noisy kisses. Though it may not be entirely the same with you now, since you are of a readable age and not that young, let me add that if u are of a dreamable age dont go dreaming off somewhere, but continue reading on)

Let me now get back to my baby days.. Passing on the age where the poor babies cry if they are hungry or if they just feel like it, let me progress into the blossoming of my intelligence.. My mother tells me that I could identify a fridge as a fridge (it is really tough for a 8 month old baby, I tell u - I shud know), and that by the age of one year and a quarter i could make intelligible sounds good enough to create a nicely formed, semantically correct though not syntactically correct sentences. And around that age I had a peculiar liking for water running in small waterways. I should give you some background information. My childhood was in my native place, a pleasant little village with its usual collection of nice fields, groves and huts, with of course irrigation waterways for the fields. It is the latter construction that hogged my undivided attention during those years, when, if I should have been let free to express my desire for the water, I should have become a great swimmer, or on the other hand drowned prematurely, thereby sparing you from reading this interesting blog. However, since I was not allowed to go near those waterways, I am here, turning the next page of my formative years.

I presume that barring a child from its likes and desires rouses the energetic spirit that people around, try to smother and douse till the child becomes a young adult. I dont like looking at the young children nowadays. They go to preparative classes even before they join their first grade, thereby laying the foundation for becoming a doctor or engineer even at the age of 3. Thus the society keeps losing its share of young children to this competitive world. So going back to 'rousing the spirit' part, I should say that I quite had a robust spirit then. I would catch hold of whatever hair that was on the person's head who was withholding me from the water and try to wring it out of their person. I guess I had some old trait of an Red Indian ancestor, somewhere ages before as detailed by Charles Darwin's Theory of Evolution, for they collected scalps; and if I had started collecting trophies of my energetic action, then I would have had so many to fill houses. Let us not affect our delicate sentiments by describing what the numerous people who tried to stop me from water, suffered. Suffice to say that once my spirit is awoken, it seldom sleeps without accomplishing its mission, sometimes if it cant, then it chooses one that can be done, finishes it as quick as possible and goes back to sleep.

Ah, been a long narrative, let me continue turning the pages of "My Life Book" in the next post. Till then, my good readers, you, who have been patient enough to read through all this, should necessarily wait,

adieu then,
S.