Who Am I Really?

I'm not going to do that really cliched "star born on a starry night" kind of thing.
I assumed that if you have taken the pain and the energy and as for some of you unfortunate people, excitement, you deserve this thing called an introduction.
This blog is nothing but a collection of thoughts. It is an endeavor to capture the racing ideas that play Tag in my mind, and put them on paper. I have names and theories for the most common, uninteresting things in the world-what I try to do is transform them into an idea worth paying attention to.
You may read ahead, and judge whether I fail miserably at it, or fail very miserably at it.

For those of you who may want to start a blog and just need that last point to convince you, "hammer the nail into the coffin"? You can see the change I have gone through in just an year, through all these posts. From pointless, young, over excited accounts of trips and journeys, to something I finally find satisfaction in.
I'm not very humble. I actually say self derogatory stuff to get those sympathetic, convincing compliments. Call me a conniving <insert... very rude word indeed...here>.

Dive into these posts and taste a little of the oblivious dimension I exist in. I'm one of those people who believe in the importance of a white crayon. I'm one of those people who still think finger painting is a pretty neat idea. I dream to be a hitchhiker in the galaxy, and hope to be rescued by a casual, passing spaceship in the vast expanses of the universe. The odds of that are 2 to the power 276709 to one. You may sooner die of distress by reading this nonsense and wondering how your hopeless friend actually lured you into this. Then again, you remember that he IS the one who watches an imaginary game of football outside the window when it's absolutely pouring, because he thinks that's better than attending the class going on.

Did I mention I ramble?
So. Hi, I am Khushi, who will be signing most of her bad posts with "I think it's better if you don't know who I am" or something similar and, welcome to Sempiternal Happiness! This blog will make you feel infinitely happier than you were because it will confirm all doubts in your mind about the existence of the greatest idiot on the surface of this planet.
That being you, for actually bothering to come here, not me.
I'm not the best person for advertising.
I get away with being crazily snappy and rude.
Everybody loves me, but not vice versa.
A first degree narcissist.
Much Love (or is there?)
Let's-just-not-say-who-I-am. (You don't say?)