I began here, an age-old, done to death litany- "Where did I go wrong?" (or aptly, "where was I right?") . I am old. Old by standards set by myself when I was 12. I should have won at least one major award in some field by now. (Though, the Field's was always thought to be impossible). I was supposed to have found direction by 16. It's almost 24 now. ( i like the 'almost'). I cannot be a pessimist and say it is too late for direction now. I like to call myself 'interesting' :); and move on to weave neurons in the ever competitive world of my interests. They range from science to literature, cooking to painting to singing (i used to be good at it a long time ago). I have to choose, but how can you choose a favourite child? I like to keep everyone happy and avoid a choice. I procrastinate. I have done it for so long, I think I am great at it. Maybe tomorrow I will have won a medal for that. My acceptance speech shall read like this, "I accept this magnificent prize for being the world's best procrastinator. I would like to thank a few people tomorrow."