I am a fun loving person in a strangely normal way...
a confidently laid back guy who has renounced all the worldly pains and lives a life full of divine pleasures, masochistical anecdotes, drug abused environments, and a distrusted existence.

reading serious literature has made me a cynical arsehole and therefore i hardly take anything seriously, be it my future, be it the present... only past matters after some time.
i love to imagine the worst, so that even if a lil better than expected happens, its always a relief, and if it doesnt, well...i had predicted so, hadnt i?. hmmm... Interests are far and wide, but not seriously pursued, so ultimately i am left with a jumble of uncompleted exercises, kind of jack of all trades. And i guess being the master of a trade is simply no fun, it ruins the anticipation part of life.
so my first interest becomes justifying myself at every available opportunity without anyone having asked me for it...

among other things, my main passion is literature, and going further, indian writing in english. it simply is the best thing that happened to literature all over the world.
A rock fanatic, i bought a guitar, and now its become a show piece, a martyr to pursuits started and left unattended, kind of accuses me from the corner of the room.
And thirdly, beauty and nostalgia. 2 inseparable things, which form the major part of my day...