First things first

You couldn't possibly sum up the entire story of a person's life in just one blog post. You couldn't do it even with someone who had the personality of a potato, because even this humble root vegetable can be sauteed, fried, baked, grilled and cooked to great success in a mind boggling number of ways.

And I? I like to think that I am far more complex than a potato. If I were a vegetable, I'd probably be a brinjal--some people love me, some people hate me. The impressions I make are so distinct you probably couldn't forget me even if you wanted to.

But, for a start, I guess there are a couple of things anyone who claims to know me should know about me: Ignorance and people who show no curiousity and interest in the world around them disgust me; the pursuit of money, power and all things material are, to me, shallow, superficial, and proof of stupidity in a person.

There are other things that annoy me. Bad English annoys me. Bad manners annoy me. The flawed logic in "it is so because it has always been so" or "it is so because everyone says it is so" also annoys me.

I could list a thousand and one things that irritate the shit out of me, but I guess it'll also be nice to remember the things that make me happy. It doesn't take very much. I'm happy with a cup of coffee and a good book. Food makes me happy. Travelling to new places alone and by myself, that makes me happy too.

Does it all begin to feel like you might know me? I think I'm a pretty complex person. I'm one of a kind, so unique that you'd probably be extremely hard-pressed to find someone else just like me. So if you're thinking that I might be someone that you know, well, actually, I probably am.