Sharp Edges and Blunt Corners...

Have you ever hurt your toe or little finger against a particularly rough furniture edge? Ouch! Stings and hurts like hell, especially if the furniture is new, or its arrangement is new and you keep on bumping into the same corner and hurting the same toe, every now and then. Neither do you seem to learn your way about that particular corner, nor does the edge seem to blunt over time (even if you and others in the family have been hurt by it like a zillion times :( )

Sometimes, I think certain traits in our personalities can be like these rough furniture edges, you keep on hurting others (and yourself too) against them, again and again.
Bump. Sting. Curse. Ouch. Glare. Get by.
Never seeming to lose that sharp edge which cuts and hurts and keeps on aching sometimes for days together. It's almost like your very own bitter armour that you wear in the hope that it'll eventually protect you. But it never seems to do so...unless - you accept that the armour isn't what it seems to be, and is in fact your "furniture edge" - a sharp edge capable of stinging and bleeding people who are unfortunate enough to venture near and hurt themselves...unless - you accept that the "edge" is a problem and decide to do something about it, lest you keep on hurting people near you.

Wonder what's the solution? Waiting for this edge to blunt over a period of time, or try and be more conscious of our "rough edges" and avoid hurting people (and ourselves too) in the first place?

Hmm...think think think!

PS: Daemnn!! I have been suffering from the "rough edge" syndrome lately, and this is probably my guilt getting the better of me...*sigh* :-| ;-)
Guess its time to go and fix things up :-))

Bangalore Diaries - Nostalgia+Gratitude

Bangalore, or Bengaluru, has come to hold a really special place in my life...and this post was really long due, but as it happens when you try to write about something that's special or favorite, nothing seems to do justice to the subject... :)

When I just moved there, I had actually listed down tons of things I noticed/felt, and wanted to write about the "new" city and its sights, clicked a lot of pics for my blog posts, and even had thought of a having a series on the blog titled - "Bangalore Diaries",(which is the title I would be using for this post as well...since I can't think of anything else right now).
But I never understood when that "new" city became a part of my life, so much so that now I can't write about the city as a third person... need to spend some more time before I can embark on writing something about the city, and its people :)
But since I was feeling pretty nostalgic since the past few days, I felt I should pen down a few thoughts...

It will be nearly a year since I switched jobs and shifted from B'lore... I clearly remember the evening in July when I first landed at B I A, with not much luggage to boot, a bit resentful at not having gotten a job I had then tried for, and slightly grumpy at having to join a firm I had always considered an 'option'.
But B'lore the city,never judged me harshly for my initial prejudice towards it...as if oblivious to (or may be in spite of) my preconceived notions, it extended a friendly hand, never judged me for being an 'outsider' to the culture, and taught me things I am really grateful for...

I can only feel gratitude - to the city that accepted me, the city that gave me my first 'job', the city that gave me a really awesome work experience and introduced me to a lot of amazing people and professionals. The city that taught me independence and self reliance. The city where I learnt that #growing up is as much about paying rent, managing bills and finances, worrying about price hikes, the pinch of 'month ends', the joy of getting the 'salary credited' SMS, as it is about being able to shop and eat out on a whim...;) The city where I learnt to make decisions and own up to their consequences. The city which taught me making mistakes is alright, even necessary, learning from them is what matters. (well, in an ideal world, not repeating them as well);)
The city that taught me that it's OK not to get your own way every single time. The city where I learnt that its not always bad if things don't go as per your plans.
Thank you Bangalore.

The major credit of my being at ease in a new city, has to go to my friends...friends I knew before, and friends I made at B'lore... writing anything like 'thank you' or expressing gratitude would seem really really shallow, and I mean it when I say I can't express feelings about fav people/things...words never do justice :)
Love you folks! You know who you are :) (Most probably, by now, I would have pinged you incessantly till you read this post too ;-) )

I think that should do for now, and since I haven't really written anything here, except explain a hundred times how/why I can't write; I better sign off...
Ciao!