I'm afflicted.

I have a disease.

And getting straight to the point, I have a problem.

I can't stop talking about myself... We're talking about school, college, vacation, life, the universe or fluid mechanics, and i somehow manage to steer the conversation back to myslef... What is the DEAL with me!! And yes, i get the irony of the fact that this post is also full of 'me's and 'I's, but this is my blog after all. Where else will i vent if not here?

So... here i am, trying to console a friend, and suddenly, I find myself in a long speech about my vacation in bombay... I had to literally shake myself to remember that the person at the other end of the line was grieving... And here i am, priding myself on my sensitivity... I disgust myself...

The problem is that not only am i not a scintillating conversationalist, but i am socially inept to the point of not being able to carry on a normal conversation with a friend. Especially when we're alone... I need like a group of people yammering away where i can drop a comment here and there when i feel like it... So when these long silences come along, the only thing i can think of to entertain, amuse or console the party of the second part, is to relate some story from my personal life. Hopefully, my embarrassment or discomfiture or blushing or whatever the story dictates, will suffice to keep their boredom at bay.

So i apologise if i seem self-centred sometimes(Not that anyone's ever said anything to me). It's like my defense mechanism in times of stress... Pity, at one time i used to claim humor as my DM. What a rip-off that was...

Anyway, I thank god for close friends and comfortable silences.

So... Now that i've vented... I went to gurgaon to visit the kiddies and cousin, to delhi to gen suththify, to manali for vacation, to bombay for 'mood indigo' and again, to suththify. Annnnd, now i'm back.