I hate imperfection. All the more so because I am a walking exhibit of it, and that had stopped me from starting this blog. But one fine morning I woke up and realised that waiting for perfection is like waiting for the second coming; it might happen someday but nobody knows when. So here I am, warts and all. Please feel free to laugh, cry, praise, commend, mock, deride, satirize, criticize, be disgusted or be indifferent.