My most ardent fans have been complaining about my all too infrequent blogging nowadays.
Sigh! I know you've missed me and all my nonsense. But I guess that's the thing about us geniuses. Though we're exceeding talented and gifted and are the most amazing of people, we're also unpredicatable and susceptible to temparaments and mood swings and periods of deep profound silence.
(At this point of time, I can just imagine everybody who's reading this throwing up..)
I must admit that it's not easy being a genius - the pressure of the knowledge of knowing one's incredible abilities. If not for the fact that I'm so amazingly well-balanced and down-to-earth (being a project manager definitely helps keeping me sensible and level-headed), I might have knuckled under the stress a long time ago, and ended up in some mental asylum.
Genius has its perils. Everybody wants a piece of my brilliance, so that they can lay claims to knowing me when I become famous and rich and popular. And Genius needs plenty of sustenance to keep it burning, sustenance in the form of, for example, food and high-calcium horlicks and money.
Most of all, Genius is a little mad. But as Shakespeare so aptly phrases it, there is some method in my madness, just that the method is so obscure, even I can't spot it!
2 comments:
i m pukin as we speak ...
They say there's a fine line between genius and madness. I think she's taken the first step over that line!
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