I have take a stern decision. I am leaving my IIT preparations and joining politics. I am already famous. Don’t believe me? Here is a news report on me. Who is Hasit Mistry? Go watch the video. Hoping for your support and votes in the future.

It’s just a gimmick. You can join the Presidential Campaign too at The Internet Presidential Campaign Creator!!! and shock your friends.

And the day that I have been waiting for has arrived, at last. It’s the day when they stop calling me a kid. It’s the day when I feel big and mature. It’s the day when enter the age of young adult. YES!!
You all must have got it by now. It’s my birthday and I am 16 now. Hehehahaha. Now I can be called ‘Mr.’ Hasit. I feel so big ( but I am still the youngest in my class ).

I have decided to part with my philosophical part. From now on it will come up on Hasit’s Posterous. Yes. That’s my new blog.

I somehow came across posterous and I insantly fell in love with it’s simplicity. Minimal content, awsome looks, and no sidebar problems. It just can’t get simpler than posterous.

So, go visit my new blog – Hasit’s Posterous (http://hasit.posterous.com/). And you might as well consider commenting.

My name – Hasit, means ‘always smiling’ in Sanskrit. And why was such a name kept? The most common answer I use is that I was born with a big smile on my face, and so, my parents chose this name. A ready and an easy answer. With a name like ‘Hasit’, the question “What does it mean?” is bound to come in introductory conversations.

After that, the next question is about my religion. All kinds of guesses are made about my religion till now. Muslim? Parsi? Christian? And the last comes the real guess, Hindu? And I nod in affirmation. That pretty much makes me multi-cultural by name. But, as a matter of fact, I am an atheist. Nor do I follow any religion. My friends say that I am weird. Well, that’s the way I am. I believe in Forces of Nature. Nature is the creator; Nature is the destroyer.

Then comes the pronunciation problem. Half of my own relatives (young or old) cannot pronounce my name properly. Let alone the outsiders. Some 5-6 versions of my name have come out yet. All made by my dear relatives. Harshit, Hashit, Harsit, Asit are among them. I hate it. I hate it bitterly when they spoil my name. Can’t they just say ‘Hasit’? It’s simple. Isn’t it? Even while booking a table at restaurants, I have to repeat my name at least 3 times to the manager. After years of struggle, I have come out with a simple solution. I either spell out my name at the first say or simply tell them my last name. Nothing irritates me more than mispronunciation of my name.

I feel my name is quite unique. In my 15 years of existence I have heard only 3 other people (excluding me, of course) who are named Hasit. That makes me feel proud. But, with unique names come unique problems.

But, over time, I have learnt to live with it (not that I have a choice).

I went to Mount Abu (in Rajasthan) with my school friends. Had lot of fun, got a sore throat (3 ice creams per day) and played Ultimate Frisbee.

From there I left my friends and went straight to my native place and met my relatives with my parents. The stay was actually of 5 days but everyone insisted that I should stay for a longer period of time because I visited them after a long time. And so I stayed with my mother and my dad took a train back to Mumbai as he had to work.

I hardly got the time to sit and write a post. The first thing I did after returning back home is writing this post.

Anyway, the main thing is that I am back and all fit and fine. Back to blogging, Hasit.

Following are the pictures of ME since 2003. These are the pictures of my evolution from a boy of 10 with side parting and meager facial hair to a teen of 15 with funky hairstyle, little bit of mustache and French beard.

Year: 2003
Age: 10
Comment: A boy with round, retro spectacles. I used to put a lot of gel on my hair that I thought looked really cool.

Year: 2005
Age: 12
Comment: I can’t believe I even had middle parting once. The spectacles were new and I faithfully wear them even today.

Year: 2006
Age: 13
Comment: Still had middle parting. I then started liking shorts.

Year: 2007
Age: 14
Comment:The same old spectacles. A little bent, but that’s OK. I started growing mustache. I did not have a hairstyle. I got a Cell Phone when I was 14.

Year: 2007
Age: 15 (after my birthday, 15^th Aug.)
Comment: A teen with a funky hairstyle and mustache and French beard.

I know I have missed a year. I didn’t have my picture of 2004.