Here we go, fulfilling my narcissistic instincts, writing a whole peice on myself like I am worthy enough to be spent words on. Yet, I've still got that urge to satiate, don't I?

To say something about myself would be like explaining what a wave looks like using just an image. I just keep changing or maybe I like to think that about myself. Who knows? We all keep telling ourselves a story about how we operate and we want others to reflect that story as well. That just might be it. I am someone who over-complicates stuff. As you can see, the amount of words spent to arrive at the previous sentence. Exhibit-A.

Maneuvering through the randomness and some apparent order in my environment, I have come across a few things to indulge myself. I fulfill my need for attention and collect crumbs of satisfaction through writing. To think of myself as an intelligent being, I pretend to play Chess, only to be wiped around the 64 squares by someone who's not pretending. Talking of squares, I recently got infected with some curiosity in Architecture. So, I went ahead and designed a house for myself. Hopefully, it will soon take a physical form.

Apparently, my professional training has something to do with Computers, or so it says on a peice of paper. To fulfill that prophecy, I have been playing around with those machines. And this playing around also made me want to go back to the fundamentals in Physics and Math. Let's see if we could do something about it.

For some unknown reason, I have found myself to be very procrastinative and at times lethargic. Maybe, that's why I tend to overcompensate for it by over-thinking on stuff, and hence the need for writing it out. And, if I'm writing it out why not do it in public to whore my share of attention? Or maybe it's just the other way round.

Beware! I'll try to trade my curiosities for your attention.