Post errr...

One of these days will be the last day that I start an entry with a false start.

I've been learning to write, well, more specifically how to write for mass consumption. And since this space is not intended for a mass audience, there you go.

Well, life's running along at a fine clip. The last few days were a whole lotta fun. My folks came to visit me for the times that were. The college, more importantly and thankfully the Director, decided that we needed a much-deserved break from the mayhem.

And what a time it was. To be with my parents in an atmosphere where they weren't getting all agitated with the lack of time and abundance of money that I spend whenever I'm not around them. To be able to have my father only talk about his ideas to turn this coming year into the most profitable ever, and not how I was wasting my time doing whatever I was doing, was good fun.

As I grow and mature, I think I'm kinda understanding why my father and me agree to disagree on most things- I know generation gap is the best way to put and portray it; but the difference is more on the surface than deeper for a change. My father is a man from Finance, if not for his lack of adeptness at speaking the queen's language, he would have been the Chief Equity Analyst at a Wall Street, atleast Dalal Street Firm ( I know each kid thinks that his father is the thing that's happened to mankind, but people who know me know that I don't). Now numbers are the driest things around, all fact, while what I do and want to do in life is all fiction.

So, as you can deduce and I can portray, that's just about it. Its about a sandpaper and a drip coming together. And what happens from there is the life of yours truly. I know that's a very crude way of putting it. And that's the way it should be. Metaphors that bring the truth home, and similies that take it there.

All I attempt to do is play with words, and all he does is predict numbers based on facts.

Facts and fiction are just that.