Dear Anon

Dear Anon: Thanks for your comments and questions. The answers are quite simple really and follow. A word of caution: the answers are not interesting even though the questions are. Apologies in advance since the shortcoming is entirely mine. A profitless note to you: You really should get a name. It gets hard to tell you apart from the other Anons after a while.


The questions:

Interesting reads Sougata and Balajee (must allow anon comments B). you sound fierce.
How about a post from you 2 to cool some of that rage, say, a post with a line or 2 commenting on these:

music that you like,
how you met your wife,
your fav pic of yourself-c'mon post just one,
if you had a million $$ would you still work where you do,
your pet peeve,
your high school sweetheart,
what you think death is,
if you could undo one thing

...Then we can seethe on....


The answers:

I like Kishore Kumar and rock ballads.

I met my wife by chance.

I will look for my fav pic, but this may take a while because all my pictures are terribly unflattering. Since I am not above small vanity, picking out the most acceptable picture is not going to be an easy task.

Yes, I think I will choose to work. I have the sinking feeling that it's no longer strictly about the money.

My pet peeves will not fit into this one post; that is why I maintain this blog.

I cannot imagine why anybody would be curious about my high school sweetheart. In any case, there is nothing to tell.

Here's how the Oxford dictionary defines death: 1 the action or fact of dying. 2 an instance of a person or an animal dying. 3 the state of being dead. 4 the end of something. I believe the Oxford dictionary.

I would not undo a single thing. What's more important, I cannot undo a single thing. We are ruled by entropy, my dear anonymous friend. And entropy is quite the bitch about letting us undo stuff. Because it likes to always and necessarily increase to a maximum. And sadly, it is irreversible. You cannot turn smoke and ash back into a tree.