The Lumber Room

A man should keep his little brain attic stocked with all the furniture that he is likely to use, and the rest he can put away in the lumber-room of his library where he can get it if he wants.

-- Sherlock Holmes: The Five Orange Pips

Readers and Posterity,

A hearty welcome to my blog / lumber-room. This is my first post here and I wanted to start off by talking about past attempts at blogging, motivation behind taking up the proverbial pen again and what this blog aims to be.

My short and unfortunate history with blogging

In Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain, Betty Edwards gives a really adorable example of that one girl in kindergarten who was really good at drawing ponies but was miserable at pretty much everything else. She wasn't really drawing; she just taught herself to imitate the movements that drew a very specific pony.

Betty argues that a lot of people continue to do this imitation into their adulthood without questioning what they are really doing. Writing for me had similar beginnings and I say this both because I had no clue what I was going to write about and I didn't know why I was writing in the first place.

As far as I remember, my first blog was a wordpress install on one of these. At the time, I wanted a blog just to have my own site on the internet. It looked hard and geeky enough to set up that most kids regarded me as some infernal sorcerer. I don't recall writing a single decent post for that one.

My next few attempts were all harbored by the next shiny platform I found on HN -- Tumblr, Posterous, Jekyll, Obtvse and countless others. Even Google+ while it was still cool. Most of these attempts failed because I was trying to have my presence felt, to stand out. I would spend hours finding that perfect theme, plugin or font before I could start "blogging". I think remnants of a few of these early blogs still haunt the darker corners of the blogosphere.

The closest I ever got to consistently blogging was late 2011 / early last year. That was when I started writing poetry. I was finally writing for the sake of expression. Some of the early posts are chronicled here. It ended up falling prey to procrastination and education (I'm not kidding, try taking exams in India). But I think a big reason was that I started putting it in the wrong places -- my hn bio, my card, incubator applications and so on. The outcome was that I started caring about how it's going to look in those places, I became cautious of what I wanted to say, careful about the grammar, the sentences, the "smartness" of it and well, that was that.

What this is NOT

  1. This blog does not have a propoganda.

    I must admit that I'm guilty of ranting about certain things way too much and I am sure many of those will end up among these pages. That said, I don't have a specific propoganda except fostering knowledge and good living if it can be even called one.

    I happen to have the honor of working with a lot of amazing people and organizations but needless to say, everything on this site reflects my opinion only, not theirs, not yours, mine.

  2. This is not a resume.

    I really hope that some of what I write here would be interesting to some people and that they can find it useful to think about those things. But please keep in mind that this blog is meant as an exercise for the writer and none of it necessarily reflects my career or prospects thereof.

    Do get in touch if you think that we seem to think alike and that we should grab coffee / beer together. Recruiters and spammers will be lynched, drowned, beheaded, burnt and then shot (just to make sure).

  3. This is not an "advice" blog.

    I don't know about you but I'd take everything on a blog named after a funky mandrill from a kids' movie with a grain of salt. I am also of the opinion that an advice can only be as dangerous as you make it so please use your discretion.

What it aspires to be

Like every human that ever walked this fragile planet I have dreams, whims, ambitions, plans, sinister ideas, victories, failings and stories to tell. This is my shoe box of memories, thoughts and musings. I intend to throw in everything that I think may be worth pondering over.

This blog is my lumber-room, nothing more.

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