The begining 1

As Unni opened his eyes, he could not fathom the strange feeling he encountered as he came to realise his surroundings and then it sturck to him, it always felt strange to wake up in new place. Technically although the hostel was not a new place, but after spending three months in P.G.( paying guest) courtesy " The 19th Commonwealth Games Delhi" and moreover waking up on a brand new coir matress provided by the hostel, his room felt stangely alien. As he made his way from his room to the bathroom he encountered a new face, having spent the last two years in the hostel he was fairely familiar with all the old residents of the hostel, guessing from the body language Unni could make out that he was a JUNIOR.Everytime the world occured to him Unni was overwhelmed with a wave of pity. A Junior could be recognised only by seniors with the experirnce they had gained through eflex of time , the petrified expression on the face, the connudrum he faces trying to figure out whether the person in front of him was a senior or a junior like himself, whether to greet him with a serf like bow and say "Good Morning Sir", or with a friendly smile as if to a compatriot.   

The begining

 Not wanting to be left out of the global phenomena which has empowered people to share their ideas and opinions, I have finally managed to break the vicious circle of laziness and procrastination and  have created my own blog. Having spent a frustratingly long time over the name of my blog, i have decided to call it As You Like It , so that people know it is about nothing particular. Just random thoughts and opinions about everything so that i can crystallize my thoughts. This way i believe i can gain clarity over a number of issues, and also solve the conundrums that have off late popped up in my mind.