An Nyeong Ga Se Yo everyone!
I have a confession to make. At the time I sprang up with the idea of creating this blog, I had a dream plan in mind. The blog was supposed to be a platform through which we could keep in touch regularly. It would include individual profiles of all of us who lived that fantastic month of our lives last year. The idea was to re-create the time and experience and more importantly to keep adding to it. Unfortunately, that idea has remained a dream until now. And I have no one to blame but me.
But then as we all have heard from our grandmothers in our own mother tongues, "Better late than never..." here I am.
To begin the proceedings, I suggest we all give an update about our lives ( I will be sending out the invites which enable you to write on this blog, please to be accepting). It is almost six months since we landed in the land of kimchi and pok tan ju... so what's new with you? And don't feel shy to upload your photos, our photos, any photos. It always helps to see another angle... even if it means looking at a zoomed-in shot of your elbow. Basically, just write whatever you please, but please do. Because as Dostoevsky said (C'mon, how could I not refer to him? The stupid blog is named after his most loyal fan), 'Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.'
Let me begin my story with what precedes my name in all our conversation. My hair. I have some good news for Edu and Li and Vadim and Khanh and all the men in the world who went into depression when I cut my hair. I am growing it back! There's a catch in that though. The idea to cut my hair was mainly because I wanted to do it once. But, I'm not done with short hair. Which means... ;-)
As for the other things apart from my hair, the last six months have been a bit unsettling. Mainly because I was trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. Given that most of you have age on your side (for this one you do), you'll probably know what this phase is all about. But there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Only I'm not sure if this the light or just a neon board saying 'You've reached the wrong end of the tunnel'. In any which way, I take it as a sign and have decided to quit my job at The Times of India in order to go see the world. Well, that's the eventual idea. I will be joining an automobile magazine (you see cars and bikes have everything to do with movement) called Overdrive, where I will learn to talk about torque and to horse around about horse power and basically everything between two wheels and four. Needless to say, I will also get to zip around in the latest models coming to India (It'll be part of my job, I'll get paid for it). And if the stars are aligned correctly, I may also get behind the wheels of some of the best that man has created, a.k.a the Lambos, S Classes etc..
But that's not the reason why I'm looking forward to joining Overdrive. The clincher is that they're keen to have someone over to do travel writing. And I couldn't stop smiling when I heard it. As a kid I never really knew what I wanted to be when I grew up. Grew up happened, and I still didn't know. What I did know then and even more so now, was that I wanted to see the world. And not in the way mommy forecasted, "Yeah, enjoy yourself while you can. When you grow up, you'll see what the real world is all about!" Talk about looking forward to life. What I want to do is to travel across the world and see the way people live and hope that perhaps someday, before my time is up, I can get some sense of what this world is about. Along the way, I'd also like someone to pay for my ticket, while I'm busy ruining the rubber from under the Porsche... Which is what the nice guys at Overdrive said they'd be happy to do. But before you all congratulate me that I've landed myself a dream job, I'd say, it's easier said than done, especially when it's living your dream... It's that much more fragile... and therefore that much more euphoric! :-)
