I.I.Me.

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Now I can write the rest of it... Long before today, when I am actually writing this blog, I had promised myself (not that they are two different beings, but that's the way the English language works I suppose) that 'I' would be the first word of any meaningful (?!) piece of prose (??!!) I write. Why I had made this particular promise I can't remember.
I am also not very sure about whether that this actually qualifies as something meaningful. Prose? Well, it’s not poetry for sure. And I was told in my corporate induction that everything grey is black. Though Grey finds this extremely offending and my Brown shoe polish (or is it Tan?) has gone into a sulk ever since it has come to Lucknow, I will venture and go ahead with this oversimplifying assumption: prose it is, prose it must be.
Those who know me well enough, which you should be if you have actually bothered to read this (not to mention the amount of time you have to waste), will not find anything surprising in either of the two. If you have lost your way already in my superbly crafted sentences and even better paragraph formations, let me help you get back on track: you shouldn't be surprised at the fact that I actually made such a promise to myself, nor the fact that I have forgotten why I made it.
However, in future I shall not be this patient, and show neither the time nor the inclination, to do all the backtracking for you. Imagine writing a book, and then coming up with a guide to it. What a killing to be made! Unfortunately, some of the cheapskate +2 engineering exam book writers have already hit upon this goldmine of an idea. So, it’s not something entirely original. But what else do you expect from somebody studying in a B-school?
Anyway this is all I feel like writing about presently. I hardly feel like going public with this. I think I would rather gift you all with this on the Independence Day- Rakhi weekend. I should have written a decent 5-6 post by then.