Anonymous Notes

As my near and dear ones might recall. I had of late (read 2 years) been averse to occupying the barbers chair. It’s not that the sheer sight of sharp mettalic objects cause me unconditional palpitation but just because of a statement I have oft repeated.

Most men have 2 keratin related fantasies which they’d like to live out.

• grow long hair
  go bald

So I was living my first fantasy in the brief period that my professional life would allow me and today I have started living my second.

Photo’s in the gallery section soon

Is it our destiny as a species to mull over the perpetually spilt milk. I mean yeah sure stuff never goes quite as you planned it but why does the grass on the other side of the curtain always seem greener.

Who is to say that if things had gone the other way it would be better. What is better? Human beings are so wrapped up in their own misery, that when you take it away you basically leave them no choice but to create more of it.

I have made choices in my life I’m none too pleased with. I often think back and mull over the ever present ‘What if?’

• If only I had the courage to hold on
• If only I had paid more attention
• If only that perfect moment had come
• If only…..

The list is endless but the answers are just as numerous. I can never know what would have transpired if something I did or said was different. Mere mortals like me can, but dream and hope that the next time I make a decision it will be one which will never cause me to look back. That I will have that perfect life that noone has but everyone wants. The eternal quest for a elusive and deluded notion of what I want.

It’s high time I realized that what people hope and aspire for me will rarely clash with what I might end up doing. Notice it’s not “What I want to do” it’s “What I might end up doing”. I firmly believe that the person who really knows what he/she wants to do is at least a blue moon if not a 4 legged flying mammal.

Anyway, back on topic. I just had a member of the extended family ask me whether I was to bid adieu to my bachelorhood at a near point of time. The question seems to be a perplexing exercise to my kin. Some have gone as far as to suggest that my folks are actively involved in these calisthenics.

My standard answer as of last week has now become “When you come to know please do inform me.” It’s hard enough not knowing when you might actually meet someone interesting let alone figuring out the intrigues of an arranged marriage which is happening even as I speak of it.

For the record:

• No.
• No.
• Maybe.
• And I am not aware of any events set in motion for the above

And that’s all I have to say about that.

I was in Delhi this last week and finally got the time to fix up wordpress and gallery2 on my website for my blog and Image Gallery.

I had a small episode returning to Bangalore which involved a confusion of Airport Terminals but all in all I’m back

Will write soon.

Door to door salesmen and phone calls at all time are passe. My blog”s listing on google has been rapidly declining and I was wondering why. Well it turns out that my guestbook had become a cess pool of online advertisments since I had allowed anonymous posts on it. the Ad”s ranged from that of Furniture to Condom”s, to ones that were in polish and had pictures of cute kitten”s (I have no clue if that was a personal site or something else). Anyway I have found a way to dissociate my google ratings from these entries and hope it”ll get back to it”s former glory.

Apart from that I just had a small bike accident. Nothing to talk home about but enought to warrant a Tetanus injection. Apart from that the existentialism of day to day life is the horrid rendition of the eternity that is called life.

I”ll write in my travelogue as soon as I get aound to uploading the new pictures from Cauvery Fishing Camp and Nandi Hills. But ciao for now