Cheers

You might be here by accident or because you saw this link on my Orkut profile. Or you might have read my previous posts(which I doubt) and decided to visit my blog again(which i seriously doubt).

Whatever the case . . let me warn you. I dont intend to upgrade the design and content of this blog. If you are hoping to find links to cool websites . . . you will be dissapointed.

I am just bored of work. So just killing time by blogging. Dont know if I will continue with this for long . . . . can't say if I want to . . . but whenever I am bored in the near future . . . and if I find a PC connected to the web, I will logon to this site and add some more incoherent stuff.

Started the week with one of the best hangovers of my life. Still feeling funny in the stomach. For a frightening fraction of a second yesterday I contemplated abstinence . . . . but I guess I have a fear of extended sobriety. No I am not an alcoholic. Just that sometimes I get too bored. I guess I have fear of boredom also. Do they have some fancy Latin words for these symptoms. What about the fear of boredom caused by extended period of sobriety? Let me know if you hear of anything like that . . .

Till the next time,

Cheers,
Me

PS: Are you afraid of the dark? Then I think you are scard of the truth too. Just think about it. I will explain in my next post.

Who am I?!!! What do you mean by "Who are you?" What do you want to know? Exactly how much information will satisfy your voyeuristic curiosity?

On second thoughts . . . I think I will oblige. Read what follows and then decide . . . if you still want to know me.

Will it be sufficient for you to know that I belong to the male sex of the human species? No? I guessed as much. Or should I say, my parents guessed as much. So for the benefit of the others who would at any point of time like to address me, my parents decided to brand me Avinandan. They also had the foresight to anticipate the tremendous difficulty close acquaintances might have in constantly repeating that nine letter word. So they gave me a nickname. Gocha. No I am not Russian. Do not ask me "Why Gocha"? Thats none of your business. At least not yet.

What else do you want to know? Religion? Hobbies? Age? Marital status? Place of birth and mother tongue? Profession? Eating habits, clothing style and sexual orientation as well? Well . . .. now you are getting too personal my friend.

But there are a few things I would like to say before you decide whether you want to know more about me . . .

I do not believe in god. No, I am not one of those arrogant pricks, who think no end of themselves and think that by denying the existence of god they can attract attention. I am just arrogant and I know that by denying the existence of god I can attract attention. But that is not my excuse for atheism. Since the age of 10-11, I have pondered over the big question. . . "Does God exist?" . . . And there have been phases, since then, during which I have been a self-proclaimed atheist, a non-conformist, a skeptic, a believer, a skeptical believer, a conforming skeptic and god knows what else. Or does HE?

Over the last couple of years, the question, "Does God exist?", has increasingly lost its significance(for me). My decisions are no longer influenced by a "What will god say?" parameter. And is it not what religion is for? I think the human being is instinctively selfish, greedy, unsocial and wary of fellow human beings. So some people, somewhere , a long time back, decided that to keep things under control, they have to define rules. When posed with the problem of how to make people follow these rules, they created the concept of the all powerful, omnipresent GOD to instill fear into the unsuspecting minds. But this purely is my assumption. I guess the truth might be even worse.

You are right, I am not much of a sociologist, but I know that the need for religion no longer exists. Religion, I feel, has become a burden on the human species. So has every other concept which divides the human population into various sets and subsets. We need to establish a method of identifying a person distinct from any of the systems that he belongs to or associates with.

Ok so you were born in this country, in that state and your parents and grandparents happened to speak such and such a language. So? What have you done to be proud of any of that? Why should you be at the mercy of the state to give you an identity? You did not define the rules of grammar for your "mother tongue"? Yeah you do use it for communication, but then any other language (e.g. Swahili) would have been equally effective provided people around you understood. So why should you use it to define your identity? I will tell you why. I think you are suffering from identity crisis. And maybe that is what makes you so curious about others. You have this insatiable need to gather information about complete strangers to help you put your finger on the various attributes, which define what you are or are not. Or what you want to believe you are.

I think I have said enough for a first introduction.

Hey . . do still want to know me?
If yes, then you are the kind of person I like to meet. . . . . OR

Maybe you are just one persistent little pest like that irritating bug the other day, which simply would not give up and kept coming back towards me, no matter how many times I flicked it, with my finger, to the other end of the room. It simply drove me crazy with its monotonous perseverance.

--Me.

PS: Have you ever wondered what the world was like or would be like without you? If yes . . . . how do you propose to find out?

Am finally back . . . had forgotten my blogspot user id. Not surprising . . . considering that I was drunk when I created my profile.

After a lovely week long vacation to my sister's place in Ahmedabad, the thought of coming back to office was so depressing that I almost drafted my resignation letter on the flight back. But common sense prevailed. I realized just in time that I needed the money. So back to the grind . . .

I was wondering whether I should write more about myself . . . about my hobbies, interests, ambitions, fantasies etc. etc. . . . but in the end decided not to. The truth is sometimes too boring, sometimes too dangerous. So I will stay behind my wall.

Till the next time I am reminded of this site . . .

Cheers
Gocha

I am high on booze. Vodka and beer in the afternoon . . . . having whiskey now. Enjoying my weekend. . . . or so I want to believe.
If you call numbness of the mind fun . . then I am having a whale of a time. . .
Tomorrow is Sunday . . I am depressed . . . Monday is close . . got to go back to work.