The post about nothing.....

Clearly, as the name suggests this post is not about anything in particular. I am a HUGE Seinfeld fan and the show is clearly, as the name does not suggest, about nothing. If Seinfeld can script 9 successful seasons, maybe I can conjure up a few lines that don't amount to anything! Arrested Development, a show about something, is another of my favorite shows.


I am extremely passionate about sports - in other words, if someone was passionate enough to call himself/herself extremely passionate about sports, I would be one among them. Someday in the future, I hope to have a job that has something do with sports and also have plans for my off springs to become professional sports persons. As a kid, I spent countless hours playing cricket with buckets, tumblers and other things that I could lay hands on, positioned as fielders. Numerous scorecards of matches I played and trophies I won by beating myself are stashed away in some rat-infested corner in our attic. The wall was usually the bowler unless my Mom was free.....she would then morph into a fiery West Indian fast bowler or a wily Pakistani legspinner who was good-natured enough to make dosas for me after the game was over. I was driven into such desperation owing to the fact that my house was in road that can be best described as girl dominated (and so were the surrounding few roads) and the alternatives were:
1. A weird game where everyone held hands and said Yes sir No sir Then Who sir? The rules of the game may require reworking since it is clearly not, as the rules suggest, a 'girls' game.
2. 'Paandi', a game that involved tossing a rock and hopping through squares in order to retrieve it.
3. Drawing, painting or some stupid shit like that.
4. Watching Sound of Music and keeping count of the number of times the movie was watched.

Clearly, as my feelings towards these 'alternatives' suggest, I completely despised these games - as any young boy, living in Madras and aspiring to be a cricketer would. Having grown up such a un-cricket-friendly neighborhood, it was not surprising that I had limited success in cricket and was not good enough to make it big. I was in 12th grade and having failed to make it to the State u-16 cricket team, I turned to the TV for solace. The year was 1999 and one of the first club games that I watched was Manchester United's dramatic, last-gasp victory against Bayern Munich. Until then, my football hero was the greatest genius to grace the game - the incomparable Diego Maradona. And from then on, the ardent supporter of the Argentinian National Football team evolved into an ardent supporter of the Argentinian National Football team and Manchester United Football Club.

What followed next was a long and arduous 4 year lesson completely unrelated to sports that taught me that computers were only for games. C, C++ and Java were not for me. Unlike Britney Spears, I decided OOPS..I can't do it again and instead of the taking the popular MS flight to the US, I decided that I would try and bell the CAT. Clearly, as the recurring theme suggests, failure reared its ugly head again. The GMAT was a far easier test, albeit an expensive one and I was finally on a flight to the US to study. I loved international flights and especially the longer ones since I was under the impression that you get 'free' drinks - but sadly it would be another two years before I learned of the concept 'there ain't no such thing as a free lunch'.

That brings us to the the present and more importantly to the end of this post. Clearly, as the title did not suggest, the post about nothing has in fact turned into a mini-story of my life.