About Me
Life isn’t worth all the trouble you take to live.
— Who else. It is actually one of my more positive quotes. hehe. My version of ‘carpe diem’
No man is complete unless he finds his own shiny brand new Religion.
— This is one of those revelations I had.
About Myself
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People often ask me if I am the anti-christ. Well, Jesus was a low class, uneducated, uncultured, uncouth, illiterate (not to mention illegitimate) hypocritical imbecile; an altogether unpleasant personality. In contrast to Jesus, I am a highly intellectual person with a highly evolved sense of ethics and compassion. So yes, I am obviously anti-christ.
I am the most interesting person on this godforsaken planet of the apes. I am singer/songwriter/guitarist, and I am single handedly running an exceedingly successful software firm. I spent 7 years having one meal per day, sleeping on a bench outside on the terrace, while my room had a/c, and generally undergoing extreme physical deprivation just to atone for the fact that I was born rich; at the end of which period, I was enlightened. The entire fucking knowledge of the universe penetrated, permeated, and pervaded my mind, and I became omniscient. You can say that I have indeed seen god, and yes, he is a fucking idiot. That would also explain why, while my father is 6 feet, I am only 5′9”, and I started actually growing at 23 after I reverted back to my normal diet.
The one phrase that can beautifully describe my entire personality would be ‘a man of excesses’. I have never ever done anything in moderation. When you take into consideration the fickle and ephemeral nature of life, the Greek golden path of ‘moderation in everything’ is bad advice at best, and outright imbecility at worst.
While growing up, I always had one full floor–that’s 4 large bedrooms and 2 halls–all to myself. I have grown accustomed to living like this, and now I am actually incapable of being productive, if there are people even 4 rooms across.
One of my most irritating habit is that I can’t sleep without taking bath. I have electrocuted myself, burned myself, blown the entire fuse and once even left the cooking gas on in my attempt to heat water at early hours of morning with my sleep addled brain. But the worst experience was when I fell asleep –twice– in the bath tub, trying to take bath at 3 ‘o clock in the morning. The shower was broken and there was no bucket, and to my sleepy, muddled brain, the tub looked very inviting. I am sure it even imagined up a bed of sorts in the tub, like you would be see in the cartoons. It was a cold winter December and when I woke up, it was five o’clock and freezing. The silly thing is, the next day the exact same incident happened. Needless to say I ended up with severe pneumonia for a week.
I spent one year in a medical college trying to be a doctor. We own a hospital, and my parents being in the medical profession, naturally wanted me to follow them in their footsteps, and I felt that I had some responsibility toward them. Getting in to the medical college was trivial, since the entrance exam was 1/3 physics and 1/6th physical chemistry, both involving questions that were problems to solve rather than needing mere memory based answers. But medical college turned out to be nightmare. Firstly, medicine consists of learning by rote the entire human anatomy. Myself being a person who sometimes even forgets my own name, memorizing all the crap that was needed to get me through the medical college was a veritable impossibility. But worse was the intellectual caliber of my peers, who, save the few who were like me forced into medical profession by their parents, were pretty much less than average intelligent people. My father is far from being a genius, but he is the most successful doctor in our town. Despite my father tempting me with all the pretty nurses I can take advantage of, I quit medical college, wrote the entrance exam again, and got into engineering. It is in Medical College that I realized that I cannot live without permanently working on some complex mathematical problem.
Engineering college was a pleasant experience as far as I was concerned, reaffirming my conviction that people who can do mathematics are on the whole better and more compassionate human beings. From second year onwards, we had a small gang, and we spent our entire day time in the computer center - -mostly hacking the system and hassling girls by taking control of their terminals etc. We never engaged in anything destructive though. We just found out everyone’s password — around 140 — and displayed them on the notice board. It created a minor sensation, but the general opinion was that ‘anyone can do it once, since the administrators weren’t aware of the activities’. We took this as a challenge, and exactly a year later we hacked the system again, but this time we did it much more thoroughly, and posted a list of around 1400 passwords.
I am a reckless person. I have experienced in excess both pleasure and pain, and to be frank, I am far from being impressed with what this world has to offer. I have 8 stitches in 3 wounds on my face, and a total of 15-16 stitches on my body. I have seen the entire universe in all its vulgarity, and there is nothing in this world that can surprise me.
I drive a brand new benz, and currently my sole aim is to make money. Maybe when I finally own my own private jet, I might realize the absurdity of the material world, and revert back to the spiritual, but at least, as far as my present aspirations go, the only way I would consider proving my worth would be to generate wealth. And which is exactly what I am doing exceedingly successfully.
Music is my passion, guitar my obsession. I am a completely self taught singer/guitarist. My musical tastes can be succinctly and accurately described as: complex heavy music. I love indian classical, Beethoven, Brahms, Metallica, Pink Floyd, Dylan, Dream Theater and Therion.