Introducing Blasphemous

Blasphemous Aesthete!

A perfectionist, who has never done anything perfect yet! Even during the nine months that he spent inside his mother, he was busy experimenting with different angles of entry into this world. Eventually, he ended up in coiling up the umbilical chord around the neck.  The immediate outcome was the distortion in one ear’s shape, which slightly elongated in the process of straightening out the curl.

Blessed by a brain that took motivation and praises as fuel, he understood only when taught with soft words and appreciation. One slap out of the blue and it washed away every bit of information he possessed with the tears he tried not to show. Fortunately, his mother understood this quite early, when he was learning to write the number ‘3’.

It was the lust to reach to the next level, to do everything to perfection drove him. Not a very bright student, let’s say, an upper mediocre. Brought up in a small hilly town, his parents brought him all luxuries that they thought appropriate. Teachers helped him indulge in extracurricular activities. He obliged, performed satisfactorily well. Acted, danced, recited, mimicked, sang, orated, debated, studied and managed a good score in every field.

Cheated, only to realize its vanity and decided to avoid it. Tuned to the theories of discipline, he found it hard to make many friends matching his type. Circles shrank, and the walls grew taller...

For those whom Blasphemous has allowed into his circles, this is all that he might not have shared before. So next time, they may not hit back to read something they already know in the same raw form as he likes it to be. For others, you may stay tuned. 
Oh, and 1 more thing. Blasphemous invites you to ask questions here itself, as they are more easy to answer after a deep thought and much more easier to write in plain language.