About Me — Sruthi Korlakunta

I think of myself as Pac-man collecting pointless dots on its way to certain death.

“Will this bite me in the backside when I’m famous?”

Hi. Nice to meet you, what’s your name?

(Also, n2mywyn is my current ear-worm. Feel free to let it play in the BG while you read further.)

Will this bite me in the backside when I’m famous?

I’ve recently established a foolproof benchmark of self-evaluation.

I ask myself this: “Will this bite me in the backside when I’m famous?”. Think about how would it look on the title page of The New Yorker.

I ask myself that when I am about to do what the demon on my shoulder just told me. Happens way more often than it should, btw.

Yesterday, he ordered me to give myself a larger scoop of dessert than what I gave my guests. I smudged the scoop on my plate and broke it into two so that the others don’t notice that mine is bigger. I wouldn’t want that in the New Yorker. But I did it anyway.

Damn, I think about these things way more than I should!

Beliefs

I want to be a believer really bad. I don’t care what, but I’d LOVE to believe.