My introduction to Blogging!

Well, this happens to be my seventh attempt at blogging. For some reason or another, I could never continue a blog after my second post. This time, I am determined to pursue this hobby because like everyone else, things happen in my life that need to be shared.
First, I expect the reader to ask for some clarifications regarding the name of the blog and the address. Most people come up with fancy names for their blogs but noone quite understands what they are for and why those words or phrases find their way .....to wherever they have found their way. 'The Last Samurai' happens to be one of my favourites. Although, I am one of those 'pretenders' who like to hate Hollywood and Bollywood alike, I differ on occasions when I really find a movie to appreciate. It was a tale of honour, courage, bravery and most importantly, making the choice between right and wrong. We find ourselves in those situations ever so often in our lives, but maybe, we just don't realise it. I find amazing similarities (some might say imaginative) between the movie and my own life. Hence, the name 'The Last Samurai' because after all, this is my blog and it is supposed to be based on my experiences and life and about what I have to say.

Now you want to know why it is called 'Blessed with the Curse', and the answer is something I myself don't really know. Or maybe I do but I can't express it with words. Suffice to say that there are lots of things which I thought were curses, but actually they are blessings because without my knowledge, they have made me a much better and stronger person. Unfortunately, we crib and cry when things happen to us and unfortunately, it is only in retrospect that we see how it has benefited us. This is a paradoxical situation. Because, if you didn't feel miserable at that time, then the whole point of the exercise would have been futile. There is also a link between this and 'The Last Samurai' which I think is better if I explain in a later post. In case, I forget (which is distinct possibility), please do remind me.
Now you might ask me...'Dude, who the fuck are you?' I happen to be one of the old school. Pun intended for all my Calcutta Boys' School mates. I was a happy go lucky fellas till I was 18 and then circumstances forced me to change. My Dad, getting fed up with my antics, threw me not only out of the house but actually, right out of the country. Thus, I suddenly found myself in an alien country with alien people, far away from the people I had spent 13 years of my life growing up with. I had to change. Today, I have a split personality. One that I reserve for India and a few special friends in Leeds and the other one is for the Western world. My Dad expected me to get myself a job. I think I exceeded his expectations. So, here I stand proudly telling the world that I am employed by Goldman Sachs (for those unaware, it is a premium investment bank....shame on you!) and that I will be heading over to New York in a few months. I have a good degree and good money. I beam as I answer the questions but deep down.....is it what I actually wanted to do? The answer never comes to me. But what I do know is that I will live one life and I missed out on some of the best times of my life which I could have spent in dear old Calcutta, attending Jadavpur University or Presidency College. But then maybe, Goldman Sachs wouldn't have happened. Which one is more important? Maybe you could help me to find the answer.
Right, now we move on with the real stuff. Enough of introductions.