What if? and whose fault is it anyway?...... Vol 1

I was back in college for receiving my degree. It had been a while and I was realise I've come a long way. I studied in Chennai till my 5th Std and in Delhi till my 10th. By the time I left Delhi I was this insecure 'Christian' Kid who felt guilty about his sexuality (I am straight but I was guilty yes) had doubts about his looks and thought cracking nasty jokes about people and myself somehow redeemed me from my miserable existence. Then I reached Pune where I learnt that not all girls treat odd looking guys like me badly. Not only did they brush aside my nonsense and accept me as I was but they also played a major role in edifying my personality. Then there was the traumatic 12th std experience which every kid in India goes through, at least those which scrape through high school. Back to Chennai again for my degree in BSc. Chemistry in India's best college (so the India Today magazine proclaims). Alas it was an extension of my high school nightmare. But I enjoyed the show. Came late in the morning, left early, played snooker, watched movies and did everything that young people all over the world do (being discreet) except maybe have sex. Proudly finishing with a first class I applied for a Post graduate degree in subjects like philosophy and Visual communication (I will explain why later). After nearly breaking down in my 1st year and nearly leaving to get myself a BPO job I somehow stuck on and actually had various enriching experiences in my second year. And here I am receiving my degree my life still meandering like a river on steroids and growing rapidly and in monstrous proportions like India's population. No condom will stop this explosion (pardon me).

And I would like to trace and put into a Blog my aggressive expansion in the fields of psychology, philosophy and sheer intellect. I will be painfully honest and will use many disgusting metaphors to describe my exploits and what I learnt from them. Some might be obvious and irritating. For instance I had this Eureka moment when I realised I could lust after a woman without loving her and such a luminous moment occurred in my high school days. Back then I thought I had graduated to the level of the great philosophers like Plato and Nietzsche, but was later shocked when I realise everyone including girls knew of the fact. Damn it. But I read somewhere that 'the author is dead' and so I realised I could say and write what ever I want, add the spices of my experiences throw, in a few condiments of philosophical mumbo jumbo and then call my work- Truly Original.

Education, sex, parenting, culture, organizations (included NGO's), International conflicts (Yes I will solve the problems in the Middle East) and other such thought provoking and mairu(meaning hair in Tamil) raising topics.

Volume 1 is just the intro. In volume 2 I will discuss how the Indian education system has ruined me and transformed my life into a mere cog that fits in a combine. I will also discuss how I escaped the matrix. Watch this space (for your own good, I guarantee enlightenment)