The title is from Nora Ephron’s book of the same name, which started off really well I should add, but after the first few chapters she ironically begins chronicling her life. My past, on the other hand, just seems to be a series of vague recollections which I cannot definitively place in time. People, names, places, dates, times reduced to an unsolved jigsaw puzzle with several missing pieces. Yet all of what I don’t remember has resulted in the person I am now. I have been ‘maintaining’ a blog for about three years now, angryindianpsycho.blogspot.com. Was I angry? I have had a pretty decent life so far. Was I a psycho? Haven’t done anything too far from the ordinary from what I can recall. Am I an Indian? My passport seems to agree. I went through my blog and found that my anger stemmed from sexual deprivation and Indian psycho since my favourite movie was(is) American psycho. From my posts I understand that the idea of being an intellectual badass appealed to me and projected myself as one. My posts then turned into random philosophical musings, rants about desis in the US and failed attempts at comedy, adding pieces to the puzzle.
How did my thought evolve? What events occurred at those times that significantly affected the way I think and act? My whole past has been slipping away slowly and I just did not notice. My old blog, however lame, was able to give me good enough insight and I intend to carry this forward. This is going to be an effort to record significant events, observations and my thoughts about them, a blog about nothing, but everything that is Sajeev Krishnan.
