I like bedtime stories. My mother used to tell me one when I was young. It was about Buddhu and Suddhu. In this story, like my life, Buddhu was too straight, simple and knaive; and Suddhu knew how to make the world yield to him, getting things done you know. Buddhu and Suddhu however were two friends/brothers in that story. The reason why I talk about them today is that I see them as two phases in my life. The Buddhu part I have lived. The Suddhu part is what I will play from now. That's the story I wanted to share, for the time being.