I have come to think of my whole life as a paradox, more of me that makes it one rather than my life. And as you read this post you will understand why. The first 24 years of my life, I was tired of everyone telling me I was dark. >> I know it, can you please not mention it every time we meet? And the later years, I have been told I am fair. >> Ok. Some say I am quite rude while others say I am one of the politest creatures. >> Well, I am rude to rude people, polite to everybody else :) Some just hate my guts and some hate the whole package (me). And others love me for the very same things. >> Those who hate me, I really don’t care. Those who love me, I love you too :) The first few years of my life everyone thought me older than my age. “Which college?” (when I was in school), “Not married? Really?” (when I was in college) and so on. >> Hmmph! And now – “Married? Really?”, “You are not in college? Working?”, “Oh! you are 27! Thought yo