Go away, this is messed up!

Now it’s been 4 months and I haven’t yet written the much hyped about-me page or haven’t made the why-I-am-boring-the-interweb-with-my-junk post.

Why?

Well trying to get into that stream of thought makes my head hurt. Also all the peek-into-your-soul crap really does seem like crap unless you get a feeling from your gut, that intoxicating, nauseating, ear blocking wail of self obsession – that somehow manages to convince me that maybe people do give the tiniest rat’s ass to read the crap I dish out daily.

Seemingly, this post is turning out be a testimony to my fixation with proving a point that is tiny enough only to be visible to me.

Yeah, not a good writing day.

So, keeping all the randomness of the post in view, I throw in a little factoid about me. I used to obsess over Simon and Garfunkel some five years back. I had discovered a cassette by them that my father had bought some 20 years ago maybe. I fell in love with all the songs on the tape.

Today, I woke up with ‘I am a Rock’ in my head. For years I had been looking for a song that I could relate my neurotic self to. This morning I realized, this is it. This is my song.