Actually written: 26th march 2012


Exactly three years back, on this very day, i gave my last board exam paper. I was a different person then. Who knew i'd come this way.
Anyway, so i just read the first chapter of "the monk who sold his ferrari". Not bad, really. The title had never quite made me want to take it up and read it.
But lately, someone urged me on going through it and said that it would help me. I still didn't intend to give it a glance, but i wasn't able to connect to the internet and
was mindlessly going through my laptop and then the television, by turns. So i thought, why not read something. Which is what made me pick it up.
So far, i can't comment anything on it, but when i move a little further, i'll surely come back here and write a post about it.
For now, make do with stuff about me. Never- ending, ever- entangled stuff about me. Which leads to no direction in particular and is scattered as hell.
So i thought i might come home for a few days. You know, relax. Get a change. Be a bit pampered.