Of all the challenges adult life has posed, engaging myself in a meaningful conversation with a diverse audience seems one among the difficult ones. As a child it was fine for me to pay my respects to the visiting uncles n aunts and retire to my room for studies , on some rare occasions helping my mom with tea and stuff. But adult life beckons you to be a good host and of all the powers that a good host should possess in her kitty is the power of being a chatterbox.:) It seems I am living a life in a Universe parallel and a boring conversation is a door to the parallel realm. Cometh a boring topic which I am too lazy to opine on ..and poof I am sucked into the magical world on my sub-conscious. A few observant people have asked the dreaded question..'What are you thinking'? And I have no answer..for as to answer their question I will have to explain a whole new world to them ;its too much work for results as insignificant as being comprehended...