I have a daughter...

The last entry I wrote was almost three years ago. I do not have a clear list of reasons of why I stopped. Somewhere along the line, I stopped feeling the need to document my life. I suppose a lot of people dropped blogging in favor of social networking sites (faster response, known audience, immediate gratification) but I went the other way. I also quit Facebook and Orkut. I have only one entry on twitter and the social networking site I check most frequently (ie once a month) is Linkedin.

It would be fashionable to say that I sacrificed my online avatar in favor of  genuine meaningful relationships in the real world. That would also be an outright lie. All I can say is that my world has become narrower (work, immediate loved ones, lots of books,  occasional travel) and I am comfortable keeping it that way. I do not know if that makes me a dinosaur or a prophet (or a nobody).

Of course Facebook beckons from time to time. Sometimes when my wife is checking her Facebook account (she is content to check Facebook once a week), I will sit next to her and hungrily devour updates from people I do and do not know. I will make her click videos, read inane quotes and pass unflattering remarks on personal photos. When she sharply reminds me to stop being a hypocrite and get my own Facebook account, I am tempted...but then I go no further.

A part of me remains firmly convinced that the more opportunities we have to express ourselves, the more noise we generate. A human being can have only so many meaningful things to say in his or her life time. We are not interesting beyond a point. We have no right to demand an audience. We have no obligation to be part of an audience.

I have a blackberry :) - a gift from the wife

I've been guilty of not posting anything on my blog for close to a year...which is ghastly considering that its been a year filled with signicant moments : I bought my first car, fell in love and travelled abroad. I even managed to get married in the end.

While it gnaws my soul to no end that I failed to chronicle anything, I can only offer one feeble excuse: Work. Work that began by gently lapping against my toes before suddenly grabbing me by the calves and dragging me as I kicked and screamed my way into its murky depths.

Its taken the better part of a year for me to come to terms with a demanding role. I found it hard to write anything without this sinking feeling that I was wasting my time while something more important in the office needed my attention. I hated that my work took up so much of my time but I also got used to working on an endless adrenaline rush. Sitting down and writing something of significance didnt give me a high. Besides I was neck deep in an office romance :-). I had a lot on my mind.

Now that I'm hitched and also wiser at work, I'd like to think that my blog will see regular entries again. Wish me luck, there's a lot to catch up on.

Read this and then this

Sitting in my car listening to “Ek Lau Is Tarah Kyun Bhuji Mere Maula…” , watching the wipers idly clean my windshield as the rain drops trickled down, I felt shiver of delight. It’s funny how music makes everything seem so poignant, so surreal. The yellow haze around the streetlights, the pedestrians scurrying towards shelter, the dog curled under a broken down truck, people with umbrellas queuing outside the Andhra Dum Biriyani Center , the glum looking owner of the Iyengar Bakery..for a fleeting moment everything was beautiful. I was perfectly happy, perfectly satisfied with my life.

I wish my life had background music.

What I really do when I stay back late...