I’ve been going through other people’s blogs and whenever I click on their About Me section, they’ve got a detailed page describing themselves – which I think is interesting to read.
Therefore, I thought it would be nice to write a post about myself. You know, general things like who actually I am – other than a female of the species supposedly deadlier than the male. The works. So this, apparently, is how I roll.
I was named after my father’s elder sister who passed away when she was quite young. We used to have an old black and white photo of hers in one of the albums and she looks just like my dad. Only maybe more prettier.
I’ve been a rebellious sort of kid and more so as I progressively grew up. The tales of my daring escapades would have to be printed in a book format and that too by the name of an anonymous author. No, its not that I think so highly of myself. Just being on the safer side. If there is one. Enough said.
I used to read and read and read when I was a kid, which earned me glasses by the time I was a teenager. Often when I meet people who knew me way back, they keep repeating the same thing time and again – You used to read SO MUCH when you were a kid, do you remember??? Yeah, like they’d let me forget. Plus, I still do read. I dont remember all what I’ve read but thats another story.
I think I’m very easy going and friendly. Other people, however find me a tad arrogant and domineering. I can act very childish and immature at times and as a result, I’m sometimes battling unnecessary cold wars with people I’d rather have a drink with. Stupid, really but inevitable unfortunately.
I dont like people who nag. I myself dont lecture people unless I’m being paid to enter the classroom and I dont think I can stand listening to ideals and virtues of being the perfect human being, which I’m apparently not. Whats more, I like being imperfect. Anybody having a problem with that can go eat Bart Simpson’s shorts.
I like to think of myself as a very chilled out, relaxed person. Of course, thats when I’m not being audited at work or being nagged about how to live my life. Thats when a shrewish version of me takes over and all hell breaks loose. I’ve taken a self-taught course on “You have only one life – live like there’s no tomorrow” and come to the conclusion – to do what you want and not have regrets, well not many anyway.
To quote Aamir Khan in some ad on TV, why would you want to learn from other people’s mistakes? Make your own! Hoping to do that and more or as I like to keep repeating, will die trying.