[December 15, 2016]

tl;dr: My Chess Journey, documented. A whole structure rebuilt; chess, rediscovered.

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Dear Diary,

This is Fish writing to you after a long time. The time is about 30 past 1 in the middle of a cold December night. I can hear the whoosh of an old metal ceiling fan, night-buses crawling on empty highways, chess pieces with their war cries, and my own heart screaming inside.

I teach chess. I’m a ten year old trapped inside a 25 year old body, and armed with a 300 year old heart. I feel wise yet childish, creative yet sloppy. This is my story.

I built a structure with a weak basement, and now it has become my duty to break it apart, and rebuilt it anew. I taught myself chess. Books have long been my companion. I stagnated in the 2000 ~ 2100 FIDE Elo for more than 10+ years, most of the time without a coach due to financial difficulties. But these years have given me an insight into the right way to work, and now I am unlearning only to relearn Chess, to rediscover chess. I’m not aspiring to be a Grandmaster or International Master.

In Fact, I have no ambitions, but learning, unlearning and relearning; and teaching kids what I learn through this journey. This diary is meant to keep me motivated, and to share my experiments – what works, and what doesn’t.

And, I also scribble a lot. I love scribbling and it is what makes me ME. And it is why you are reading this now.This is my first scribble for this new-born blog.



Follow along…

Best,

><(((º>

ps: I’ll leave one my favorite lines here…

” And if thou wilt, remember,

And if thou wilt, forget. ” ~ Christina Rossetti

