Three men and a jar of milk powder. In kathmandu. That's when I reached 2 conclusions: a) I need a life. b) I need a life real bad. When one of the aforementioned 3 men got lost looking for powdered cream, I decided enough was enough.

Cut: 3 months later. Now. I just found an old old blog again, this one. If you've not understood the import of the title of this blog yet, you're in for a revelation. Keep reading.

I stand now at the cusp of mildly boring possibility, feeling the most verbose I've felt (all day). The empty textbox affords a certain space to contemplate the emptiness of one's thoughts, doesn't it just? If life were a pursuit of status messages, I guess It'd be an interesting way to go about things.

Anyways, here I am in IIM Cal. Almost done with my second yr. I have absolutely nothing on my plate right now, and the delicious possibility of being ridiculously busy seems a distant mirage on the desert of bad metaphors. If that sentence made sense to you either a) you need therapy or b) you're my batchmate and you know me and you''ve read till this point and you need therapy too.

I almost feel like a kink in a mobius curve, hearkening back to two years ago, when the world was my vegetarian oyster. Were things supposed to turn out this way? Am I, sequestered from the vicissitudes of life in general, making a molehill out of a slightly larger molehill? Is Uwe Boll kidding? 

Isn't this cathartic now. hmm, well considering the last post was relegated to obscurity in Sep '05, and given my proclivity for absolute rubbish, who knows how long this flight of slightly irritating fancy will last..

Back to point: In case, the avid reader is wondering what happened in Kathmandu, the following points may ease the tension: a) MILK POWDER IS JUST AS GOOD FOR A WHITE RUSSIAN AS POWDERED CREAM IS. b) that guy was lost and all..well, he ended up at the hotel again, looking for powdered cream again. He passed out after one peg that night. 

~ No animals were harmed during the writing of this blog.

the first draft of my "blog" as this is : this set of posts will be more a ritual exercise in cathartic release more than an actual quasi evangelistic pursuit where i get to enlighten all sorts of ppl on basically nothing. The more serious minded readers might actually complain that i dont make any sense...true they are but lets redefine meaning (wow!). If everything i say has to make sense to you and everything anyone says has to make sense to anyone else what then is the meaning of this tenuous pursuit of existence (alarm bells ringing yet, braveheart?) we call life? as i see it progress is made when a person who makes absolutely no sense to anyone possibly (and often especially) to himself gets ppl to accept his point of view and then figures out what he was saying in the process...aha! this is how the world leader or great thinker is created.
progress is a series of misunderstandings where a person tries to say one thing , ppl misconstrue it for something else, believe in that something else and the person , now an innovator , nods along...
enough about these thinkers and back to me.
most blogs have a purpose. most blogs have a beginning , a body and a conclusion...i say why? cant i make a conclusion in the first sentence of my blog and talk about something totally unrelated for the rest of it? the beauty of this piece if u have realized it is that i have nothing new to say..whatsoever. (escape hatch coming up ) since this is the first of my posts i'll refrain from speaking absolute nonsense on anything at all, but atleast you ppl now know what to expect of me atleast......if u really do then in my purpose i have failed..