ROTK

I suspected even before the first stone, or the first html tag, if you please, was laid for my blog, that it would face a steady threat of a dishonourable death, every single minute of its existence. I mean, it is simply inconceivable by any stretch of the imagination, that my royal torpor would ever allow me to stoop so low as to post here regular-ishly, or do anything regular-ishly for that matter. That would be SO against the grain of my nature that a part of me is actually slightly surprised at the surfeit of inquiries (:p) that have been pouring in about my general well being, 'that I have taken such a protracted leave from the public eye. Anyway, I'm currently under the influence of a transient vigour-mortis, implying that there is more claptrap coming your way now on, and more frequently than before. So brace yourself and get your dodging act together. I hope you haven't despaired too much during this time.
At any rate, it isn't quite as though I don't have a kind of a valid alibi. In this short time, I have successfully managed to impose on my days, some kind of a morbidly decent routine, which is a slight improvement over its much more horrible predecessor. Meaning to say that I have begun to wake up pre 6am and go for a jog, reach work before 8:30am, so I'm back home by 7. That means that I now have a semblance of an evening to spend, which otherwise would only start at some god-forsaken hour post 10pm, and end almost immediately, owing to the unimaginable exertions that we are put through at work all day. Plus, a couple of days ago I got this cool new net connection, which is decently fast and is the fixed price, unlimited usage kind. Hence $Title.

Hola

I'm in my early twenties and live in Bangalore, which means that I'm a superlatively unsuccessful SE in a superlatively successful SC. The tedium of work, I manage to break with tedium of some other, and a more severe, kind. And when that gets boring too, I mentally replace the word with a synonym and make believe that I've replaced the mental state itself to something newer, if not better. And so the vicious circle, or the infinite loop, if you please, of life has been going on.

The idea of a blog was born in a rare moment of inspiration on a particularly lacklustre day, when most things I normally do seemed too dreary to stand. I usually wouldn't have done too much under the circumstance, but that's set to change, now that I've got this to inflict the produce of my horrendous ennui on all you fair, unsuspecting folk. After all, nothing helps bad mood like spreading it around! Yeah, yeah, I know! I haven't stooped to the lowest levels of plagiarism, like all you smart people have already begun to point out, yet - due credit is offered for that line to Messers C and H.

I do my fair share of reading and listening to music, and I used to do my fair share of drawing and playing badminton, and about a zillion other things which somehow seem to have disappeared without a trace (only temporarily, I hope vainly), the moment I landed myself in this infernal vortex of madness called the SI. Still, there is good food, and good friends, and good books and music, when occasionally I do manage the time, to provide some temporary succour. Also the occasional movie or two, and the occasional getting sloshed (God! It's been ages now!). Wit delights me the most, and by that I mean anything that doesn't remotely resemble my sickly sense of humour.

Ok, I've been tweaking around with this blog for close to an hour and a half now. I have much else to do apart from writing claptrap, and because much else is what feeds me from time to time, seemingly a little more munificently these days than before, I will have to get back to work. And hope to get out of this hell hole soon, lest I succumb to the temptation of posting more magnificent shit here.

Lastly, I'd be utterly delighted to hear from you. Please do mail me at retisaint(at)yahoo(dot)com.

And, lastly-lastly, where as '$BlogDescription' only makes a pretense of warning you, here's the total, unabridged disclaimer:
This blog is meant only to cater to that utterly, egoistically ugly facet of me that is slightly hard to please through other channels, and from time to time I'll provide enough reason for anybody to not contest that. At any rate, despite my almost-mild manners and a, usually, fairly balanced world-view, if the stray visitor does find something of offence, I offer a few apologies and no more. Actually, I might be willing to catch an occasional brickbat or two, but only as long as it doesn't overly upset me (or the other visitors, for that matter ) - after all, this is my turf, and I set the rules for what goes on around here!