Since January of this year I worked diligently upon my blog.Along the way, I discovered that writing gives me the kind of happiness that is permanent, and not dependent on how people perceive me, or react to me in the real world.

In my blog I was the king. The hero. And people I met, at college, through orkut, or through other means told me they enjoyed some of my writing, and it got me more and more hooked.

A trip to India, where I spent time with some of my closest friends, discussing philosophies, mediating, debating (and downing galleons of tea, sometimes coupled with gastric disorders), made me realize that if there was ever a true vocation I would enjoy, it would be writing.

The masters degree in computer science, and consecutively a job in the computer industry ( if I were lucky or unlucky), would be routine, a mandatory option I will have to opt for, because of the path of least resistance I have followed until now.

But as Jude Law says in Road to Perdition, "You get paid to do what you love! Ain't that the dream?"

With a dream ahead, I see the need to diversify. To attempt fiction, and at the same time, keep a journal of thoughts and ideas that would propel me towards this hazy conquest.

And thus, becomes inevitable, a creation of two parallel blogs.

In keeping with the tradition of Nothing but ficus, I bring you, Nothing but Fictitious, an attempt at fiction. And a smaller, tidbits filled journal - Nothing But Factoids.

As the English poet John Donne said,

"Pleasure is none, if not diversified.”