This morning as I was driving down my kids to their school I was telling them about what subjects I chose after my 10th board exams and how I chose to go to engineering rather than medicine, etc. I then realized that they hardly know about my childhood. The only know those elements that I have revealed to them. They definitely need to know more. With a twinge of regret I then realized that I hardly know anything about my parents.
That is not on. Something needs to be done. Typing off an autobiography on my laptop and storing it in a DVD maybe meaningless if 20 years down the line DVD is outdated (the way floppies are now). The Internet cloud is the best option.
Now a serialized autobiography would be absolutely boring. Need to think about it. Perhaps, I will leave bits and pieces of my life embedded in my blogs. That way I am assured of at least two blog visitors long after I die. My sons need to read every post of my blog to piece my life together. This is a fun idea. Need to think about it a bit more.
I am, of course, assuming that my sons will be interested in knowing about their dad's past!
Picture courtesy: Franci Strümpfer
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