How things …

(… or Plan B)

Over the last year or so, whether you liked it or not, I’ve presented you with a slice of my life. I’ve made you a part of my existence. I’ve confided in you. I made little stories that I hid myself in and narrated them to you. Well, I decided to stop doing that. Also, I made a host of earlier entries ‘private’, except the ones that I really liked. I’ve been blogging anonymously for a month or so, and I like that better. I’ll still try to post my writing and some tech stuff as and when I can. But my personal opinions, my feelings, all of that, shall now be posted elsewhere.

To all those who read everything I wrote, thank you. To those who commented on the blog and in my mailbox, it meant a lot. To those who felt I made a difference to their day and told me so in those words, thank you again. It was purely by accident.

Why am I doing this? 1) I was posting personal stuff for a reason — to communicate with some people I was not able to communicate to normally. To keep them updated and to keep a conversation going with them. I figured that sometimes they knew what I was thinking and doing but I didnt know what they were thinking or doing. Its rather one way, this blogging business, unlike a conversation. I dont really mind, but its boring to tell people what I am upto all the time without getting a feedback from them on what they are upto.  2) If I post anonymously, I dont have to sweeten my words. I can call a spade a spade; dogs at a stinking garbage bin outside the Mech dept at IIT Madras an academic power hungry hyena pack who deserve to be Shunned by Elsevier; and a Nokia phone a parallelopiped box because thats what they are. I can freely tell you that some people who claim they are Passionate about Tech are actually a bunch of opportunistic liars and egoistic bastards with no moral or ethical standards. I can freely tell you how not to be a Good Friend. … Its been a long time since I’ve enjoyed that freedom. 3) For the simple reason that I need a change. Spain finally won, Federer finally lost, the Left finally left, I finally moved out of Tapti. Its that cliched oxymoron at work — these times, they are constantly changing.
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Oh, as an ending note — I didnt cry when I left. I dont remember what I ate on the last day. And my closest friends are still where they were always — on my gtalk list, on my address book and one marriage away from a reunion. So, really, really, I dont see what the leaving IIT senti is about. So the next person who asks me if I am sad for leaving IIT will get promptly laughed at. I mean, come on, you knew me this long, and you thought I’d be the type to feel senti? [I am a little senti about leaving Madras though, and that too, for a very specific feeling that I used to wake up to when in Madras. And its so personal that only my closest friend(s) would know it, so I wouldnt be senti about it.] [Oh, I did meet the Goat on the second last day in a manner that can be possible only by divine intervention, and we smoked the holy smoke and recalled everyone we knew and thanked God for mythical places near Shimla where Israeli taxi drivers share their #. We amused over the fact that in all my IIT life, one of my greatest regret is to be part of a Shaastra core team that didn't win How Things Work. But then I was also part of one that won. Five years to know how things work? Probably more? Considering how little I know yet, much more. Apt ending?]
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