The question

Its been quite some time since I wrote last, but there has been nothing much to write about except studies. Its again that part of the semester where the work starts piling up. This week I got a chance to go to a conference and it turned out to be very interesting. I interacted with the people whose papers I have been reading and networked a little bit too. Its amazing to see how critically these people think and how they dissect any given statement. The conference was in Boeing's campus in St. Louis and as I was walking the floor around the cubicles, it reminded me of my days back in CSC. The nostalgia brought with it the question, why did I come here? Sometimes the money and leisure win over everything else. But these are the times, when I am thankful to my short memory. When I don't want to think about something as tricky as this, I involve myself in some other activity and it is wiped clean from my small RAM. Although I know the answer, sometimes it becomes tough to convince yourself. Its like a naughty kid who knows what is wrong and what is right, but he insists on doing the wrong thing because that is more fun. Of late I have had at least a couple more of these tricky questions and the naughty kid just doesn't understand. While I buy him a pacifier you people take care.