// rohitsrealm.com / archive / 2006 / 03
I remember it like it was six years ago. The day was November 8, 2000; the setting, Mr. Christensen's AP Political Science class at University High School, in Irvine, Calif.; I was 17 years old -- a senior in high school. Incidently, it was also the day after the 2000 presidential election and the first time I can recall feeling true and utter disgust with politics and politicians.
Pretty windy out tonight, isn't it?
That's how it started, with an innocuous question from one stranger to another, brought together by neither will nor inclination, but rather by chance, fate, and perhaps, adverse weather. Hardly a question with significant philosophical implications, this one decidely forgettable interaction would lead me to one of my most introspective and contemplative states of mind in recent memory.
Several months ago, I wrote an entry on this site, introducing you, dear reader, to my esteemed little sister, who, by some strange twist of what could only be deemed Fate, came to possess a disposition quite reminiscient of her disreputable older brother. This introductory entry foreshadowed what, in hindsight, could veritably be perceived as a new, clear and present danger to all things optimistic, cheerful, romantic, or otherwise repugnant on the proverbial World Wide Web; another venerable source of resistance from a formidable dissentient against the ever-growing culture of love
that threatens to drown us all in a whirlpool of tasteless chocolates, pungent roses, and meaningless phrases.
After four years of writing necessarily controversial, not to mention angry, bitter, elitist, cynical, vitriolic, and vindictive articles for this web site, I don't think it would surprise any reasonable individual familiar with my site to learn I have achieved a certain degree of notoriety in select circles. Veritably, in light of some of my best (or worst, depending on your perspective) entries ascending in the proverbial Google ranks, it might not even surprise the seasoned reader to learn of a certain reputation amongst complete strangers, fueled by friend-of-friend-of-friend linking and arbitrary searches on the Internet. Certainly, the recent influx of random comments would seem to support that conclusion. Yet, despite all this cursory knowledge, I was still completely unprepared for a fantastic discovery I made today, while errantly scanning statistics for my site.
Hi, my name is Rohit, and I am a closet elitist. There—I said it. Man, it feels so great to finally let that out. I know it might be hard for some of you to believe, especially since I spend so much of my time trying to conceal that fact, but it is true. And I am not just one of your garden variety I'm probably smarter than you
elitists, either; oh no, I am something even worse. I am a techno-elitist.
