Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Fake perfectionism

It's a fairly known fact that reading too much of webMD could lead to cancer. But yesterday it gave me something called OCPD - Obsessive-Compulsive Personality Disorder. I was totally convinced it was OCPD until my flatmate came up with a different theory - that I was a perfectionist.

Of course I was a perfectionist! How did I not know that?

  • I always make it a point to cut a hexagonal cake into perfect equilateral triangular pieces of 6 or 24
  • I keep formatting my code for proper indentation and could never work with Netbeans or Eclipse because they "look" imperfect
  • I always type words like jQuery and ZopNow with correct capitalisations
  • I feel uncomfortable when confronted with situations where objects are misaligned. To understand this, go to Tea Trails in Koramangala and have a look at the wall frames
  • I get pissed off when someone re-adjusts my "perfect" office chair height. (In case you are that person and reading this, I don't know who you are and I don't know what you want. But if you touch that chair again, I'll look for you. I'll find you, and I will ...)
  • I wrote posts in 2010 and 2014 just so that the links in sidebar look complete. As a matter of fact I wrote that 2010 post in the second week of 2011 and later changed the date to 31st December, 11:59 PM!
  • When I read Ramayan, I wondered how Ravan's heads were arranged and cringed when I saw Ravan with asymmetric 10 heads in a telugu movie. (I respect Ramanand Sagar for not doing that in his serial)
  • And the fact that I bought IAWriter to write all this

Yay! That makes me a perfectionist.


  • I can never choose a "perfect" pant-shirt combination or shoes. I just wear whatever is easily found
  • My room is a mess. That's second law of thermodynamics you might say. Well, I have some more points
  • I'm chronically late to office
  • I never topped in Engineering. Heck, I didn't even finish it
  • Most of the tasks in my todo list are incomplete and all my Post-it notes have become postpone-its
  • There are no more blog posts after 2014 and writing this might make the sidebar look inconsistent but screw it, I don't want to care anymore.

That makes me a fake perfectionist, you know? Like those non-vegetarians who eat only veg on Tuesdays. Or may be I'm just fooling people into thinking that I'm a perfectionist. BTW, an article on mentalfloss talks about something that sounds very similar.

Hold on! I have Imposter Syndrome now? I think I should just stop reading articles on the web and talk to my flatmate instead.

Thursday, June 26, 2014


I never liked blogger's editor but had to stick to Blogger for other reasons. Trying out draftin. Hope this has lesser friction than the actual editor.

Thursday, November 7, 2013

The pianist

There was once a pianist who was learning you see,
And each morning he played in the hours of wee..

He practised and played for hours at a stretch,
And sometimes a wonderful melody he'd etch!

As the days grew by, so did his art,
He played so well, he played from the heart!