Rambodoc at large

When I decided to create this blog the end of last month (May 2007), I just did it out of a general restlessness that comes with a particular age. Lucky men have this restlessness when in their teens, and smoke grass, go trekking, have multiple girl friends, and try things like bungee jumping, sky-diving, and much, much more. In my salad days, I did none of the above. Life, however, makes few exceptions with human beings whose cerebral protoplasmic content is within normal ranges. So I got hit by life a couple of years back with the above syndrome, where the mind goes onto a constant search mode, and the heart beats at a Indiana Jones kind of cadence, and kept looking more and more inward.
Working hard now at my work place, and then spending time voicing my self in this blog has been balm over a soul that sometimes feels life treats it like an Afghan goat in Buzkashi.
Whatever, I am happy to write this hundredth post, and pat you on the back and say: "Mu asuchhi". That is Oriya for "I am coming". For a guy who was not sure whether he was coming or going, this is progress. Don't you agree?