I am happy!  Not happy as a crow who is just glad to have found a dead rat but happy as a nightingale who finds that the surroundings are perfect for her singing. Why then the arduous exercise of writing? Isn’t it meant for those who are either discontent at the state of things or disgusted with their own lives,

for those who are either unhappy with their society or against how history has shaped up our presents, who either wish that a particular invention ought not have been made or who believe that there is still a lot of  evolution required in the present political order? No I am not unsatisfied with anything nor am I on the verge of committing suicide. I just wish to share with others the events that culminated in my present state of tranquility.  Some of you may argue that the narrative mentioned herein is not too different from what many others have to relate, but then isn’t that too exciting in itself, too noble and hence worth the effort. We forget in our frivolous pursuit of strange tastes to gratify our palate that the most unique taste of all is that of salt and sugar, blunt and bare.

The fact that we breathe, that we can see things, understand them and ponder on them is a unique peculiarity of nature meriting discourse. It is tomfoolery to try and justify that the platypus is a strange creature when the strangest creature of all is doing the research into the topic. My whole life spread in the following pages is a testimony in itself of the much overused cache that fact is stranger than fiction. One more word of caution before you start reading any further-if you are a lover of the bumpy rides full of ditches and  sudden breakers than this one is not meant for you, it is meant for those who appreciate the long curves and the saggy bridges which make up this long unmetalled road called life.

to be continued .....................