Now
that Facebook has come with this Timeline view of the profile, I decided to sit
back and draw up the timeline of my life. This could help when one fine day all
those people are fighting over themselves to be the one to pen my memoirs or
write a biography.
Of
course, there’s no doubt… I’d be famous (or notorious). In today’s world, all
publicity is good publicity. And to all those people who are good to me now…
you’d all be considered before everyone else for the discounted editions of my
biographies. There would not be an autobiography… that’s for those people who
are too full of themselves. ;)
Jokes
apart (snicker… snicker… tsk… tsk… really now!)… am doing this timeline thingie coz am totally wella! An idle mind is the Devil’s workshop… and in my mind, he is
all hammer and tongs at something.
Let’s
see… I came down to earth in the recent past (following all those frantic
pleas by so many young men.) I was born in the 80s… yeah, missed the bus by a couple of miles on
the flower child / hippie generation.
Completed
schooling in the 90s and graduated in the first decade of the 2000s. Working my
ass off (pardon the language) in the second decade of the 2000s!
Hmmm…
looks like that’s it about my timeline. This is not good! There has to be some
juice… some ‘eventful’ events… some anecdotal incidents. Oh boy… I thought this
was gonna be a cakewalk… like writing ‘Myself’ in kindergarten… you know, like…
My name is Surya Murali. I am a girl (in spite of the name). I study in Class UKG-A.
I don’t have a dog. I don’t own a cat. I have no birds in cages. My papa is a
nuclear scientist… etc.
Evidently,
an uphill task as this is I am going to dig up some ‘genuine’ excuse to not
write it today. This serves a dual purpose… I have one post for the day and
some retrospection to do for the rest of the week. Clearly… my grey cells need
some stimulation.
It is
the week before Christmas… and even in this desert I can feel the stirrings of yuletide.
This season has a lot of special memories attached… of the times in the colony
(Anushaktinagar).
Yep,
Anu-shakti-nagar does translate to Atomic-Energy-Nagar. That should also give
you an idea why I am so close to isotopes and radiation and went as far to call
my blog The Radiant Isotope. Also explains the mutations in my brain… and my being
a highly unstable, volatile isotope.
