My dear person

This is an idea I have been mulling for, for the longest time. I have always wanted to put pen to paper and tell you some more about myself. I know you do feel that you know me real well and I go out of my way to “talk about how open, I am as a person…”well, I am, but there are somethings that just get discovered when you eject them out.

To begin with, I am a sucker of cleanliness, but there are dirt spots in my room, which would put a pig to shame. I am real clean as a person, but also real superficially clean – so if there is dust behind my bed, I put on blinkers, or think that’s beyond my “worry if its clean” zone.

I also keep claiming that I love animals…I do, but also am just a wee bit scared of dogs…particularly the snarly variety. I am also petrified of all types of roaches, reptiles and frogs.

I keep saying that superstitions are bunkum, vaastu shastra is stupid, feng shui does nothing but assuage your guilt…but actually, am wary of black cats crossing my path …shall retrace my steps if I chance on one, do the hanuman chalisa pretty regularly and have visited oily looking palmists for readings.

My computer skills aint that hot either… I falter pretty often… and there are days when I have requested an it guy to sit by my side. I also don’t know how to convert a word file into an adobe.

I don’t know the entire English vocabulary.

I actually do shop @ janpath.

I can enjoy a himmesh reshmayyia song.

And much as I act casual about you, you do matter… in more ways and on more days than I choose to tell you.