The horn matters
Nothing like mountains to put life in perspective. And when you are as much of a navel-gazing myopic as me, you sure as hell need a different take. Enjoy.
Labels: Travel
posted by i at 10:15 PM
Dances to a different beat
I was always tune deaf, though fleet of foot.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
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About Me
- Name: i
- Location: Cawnpore, Uttar Pradesh, India
Born in 1978 in Allahabad in a house since demolished, I grew up all over Madhya Pradesh, Rajasthan, Uttar Pradesh and Gujarat (all states in India), and yes, at that time I was that big. Went through 12 schools in as many years (ok 10), which speaks a lot about my adaptability (or my acceptability to others). Started out as a Mechanical Engineer, travelled far to find out that it was too useful and, so, switched to theory. I am now teaching mechanical engineers (theoretically speaking), back there from whence I sprung.
Discriminating reads
- Chandlerian postcards
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