This, my beloved 'earers is where I lay my life open to you. Me and my old fashioned ideas.
I was born on the 13th of October, happy day (If there are any psychoanalysts reading this....sorry, I don't need your services yet). I spent my early infancy wandering all over India, where whim and my parents dictated. My late infancy, as you can see is devoted to passing the time of the day.
I was introduced to computers at an early age, and though the Captain Caveman fascination for them has since worn off, I am left with an abiding sense of comradeship with them and several ailing old computers.
My early infancy was witness to a fascinating phenomenon. I grew and grew and grew, until the family architect evinced an unnatural fondness for sheer cliff-tops. Hoary old goat that architect, irretrievably damped my youthful ardour. Still, an architect in time does save nine.
Methinks it is time to commit to the immortal parchment, the long list of my achievements. How I was the tree in my school play and how I almost made it into the basketball team and how Great Men tremble in their shoes at my ignorance...Unfortunately, this section of my Personal File is marked 'Top Secret' and 'Strictly Confidential'. Someone must hate me up there in the Bureau.
Tut, tut, here I am, an upright young man out to write a Précis of My Life in Twenty Words (They tell me you guys have a really short attention span), and look at where I've ended up. All that stuff about the Devil and idle minds begins to take on a more sinister aspect...
That, Mon Capitan, is my Rank and Serial number, and a little more, courtesy the neighborhood pub.
That's my summer residence ;-)
Being a compassionate old soul, I love anything that reduces the agony of the Great Men (the ones that tremble in their shoes at my ignorance). At least, I profess to love such things...when it comes to actually doing anything, I wait for the monsoon and then take a rain-check.
As you might have guessed, my principal interest is adding to the global corpus of words that say everything and mean nothing. When I am unable to do this, either because everyone around is asleep or I have a sore throat, I take refuge in a book. I read everything...from what I've written, through Dostoevsky to Shakespeare. Somewhere along the way I drop in for McLean, Le Carre, Hardy, Asimov, Clarke and co. Ayn Rand is a recent favourite. A mad, motley melody.
On those rare occasions when even the books fail me, I resort to physics. After all, it is my aim to someday join the hallowed ranks of theoretical physicists. You may well ask why physics? It is more or less an obsession of mine. I simply love understanding things. Nothing beats figuring out why a shell moves in a parabola and not a hyperbola. Iow, coz I got nothing better to do ;-)
Other scholarly interests include, history, economics (especially game theory and global relations; don't ask me why) and cognitive psychology (it helps with my AI).
Of late, I've started writing poetry. I'd set out to write a description of someone, and I suddenly realised that the best way to say everything I wanted to, without having her understand it, was to resort to verse. And that settled it. Talk about overwhelming advantage ;).