A child who blogs

Of late I have been wondering why I do the things I do. It takes me precisely 20 seconds to give up and get on with my merry way. But with blogging... things are different, I am actually trying to continue to wonder. I need something to write, don't I?

This arbit fascination to trace myself has lead me to blogging. Alright, sounds like a logical explanation but blogging?!?! I don't think Binoy is the kind of person who blogs. But then that's the thing right, Binoy has this undying need to do everything in life. He has been like that since ever. Which gets me back to my original question, does this answer the question? Maybe, maybe not.

It's beginning to rain more consistently now. There are gonna be days on end when people here will start questioning the existence of an entity called sun. The North-west cities are known for such weather, it could get depressing at times. Not to me though. I live a life where I choose to get depressed or not. People might say that might not be completely in my control but fact is I have been doing it for the past 10 months and with a good degree of success. There are those occasional niggles; alright sometimes a tornado of sorts but at some subconscious level you choose to trigger its termination or continue to propel it. To a large extent my support system (for the record I have an awesome set of people doing that job marvelously well) help me stabilize. Sports, this might be a first for many, brings me a lot of happiness. No I don't mean fun by happiness, happiness as 'happiness' was meant to be used, speaking of which mid-week I played a lot of baddy, thankfully my arm was responding well and I showed no signs of the tennis elbow problem that has plagued me in recent times.

That said I just realized what is the point of this post. I still refrain from letting reasoning cloud my decisions. I am still a child. I haven't grown up, in fact I never did intend to grow up. 20 seconds is the attention span permitted, beyond that thinking is just a waste of time. So here's the situation, I am a child who blogs!! A child who wants to trace down his thoughts someplace... sounds ridiculous to me but it sure does sound like a thing Binoy would do.

I be.

P.S: The Ducks defeated the Trojans. Ashish, if you ever get hold of my blog I repeat... The Dhucks defeated the Trojhanzz, what you keep telling me about Red Sox. Shya man.

This time golf to the rescue.

7.45 am.
I woke up to the sound of the alarm. Like its happened so many times before, my past catches up and for that fleeting second, I can choose to ponder further or continue to keep myself happy. I choose the later.

I spoke to my friend yesterday, she told me that we speak differently now. I know that but pretend to not know, she does the same. Pretense seems to have become my way of life really, I am not too happy about that albeit it keeps me happy. Irony I know, but to be frank I pretend not to see that either.

Monday morning but I wasn't getting the blues. Post lunch I was heading out to Lake Oswego for a golf lesson. Golf, btw is not that bad...at all; in fact it can get pretty exciting. For that matter most sports do. It funny how I get a kick out of sports. It's true what Ashish keeps saying, I am a sports freak. They taught us all the basics, putting, chipping and the drives. I figured out a rather strange way to hit the ball hard and long, kind of a modified Gilmore way, unconventional but does the trick. I came back home hugely satisfied, had dinner and sat down to write this post.

I have decided to write myself somewhere and thus the post. It seems a largely eventful and satisfactory day for me but at the end of the day when all' said and done, a big chunk of me is still missing. Tomorrow morning I would be faced with the same choice but then that's to think for tomorrow.

I be.

P.S: I made this really awesome gulab jamuns on Sunday, my first attempt at it and I must say, not bad at all Mikey!

29th October 2007

I have been regular at Ashish' blog and sometimes Dennis too. I'm not half as gifted a writer as them and do not intend to be one either.

Until now my status at gmail was an indicator of my thoughts. A lot of things have happened, a lot will still happen but this time I hope to be able to look back and see myself in it. This might just be my first and last post or maybe the first of many to come.

I be.