Talking to myself

Been going through a bit of a rough time. And its going to stay hectic for the whole of this month. Work wise.
Hope I come out of this week and the next, alive! Am expecting lot of trouble, and a lot of heartache too maybe.
The confusion is a constant by now.
BUT I had a a wunnerful weekend... will take me through all of this... (and more:D..no not elaborating;) Also got an mp3 player:D with etta james and some brilliant songs I havent somehow heard ever before...
Its like find Sue again, and its now that I know I'd gotten lost for a bit...

I've started doing this lost and found talk thing often lately, remember writing a mail like this a month or two ago...
Have started taking things more lightly now, mentally.. let things come, happen, become, do, Its too much of a headache knowing or guessing in advance and then seeing theres nothing you can do to change things... better to let them be.
Thats the one lesson.
The other is Ego Massaging..
M gna have to do a bit of that i think....
Work Ex is something everyone should go though. An MBA without work ex seriously would be lacking... :p
I know I'm picking up things out of air right now, without bothering to explain the setting or the context, but from what i write, it should be easy enough to guess na?:)
I'd love for comments, if you find my writing boring, interesting, predictable, wish for me to change something, whatever.

Til then..... tally ho!;)

Analysing...?

The more intelligent, the more evolved we get, the more books we read, the more ‘generic’ instances we see, the more intelligent we think we become.
(MY blog, I get the wholesale rights to generalize;)
The more intelligent we know we are, the more complicated we make our lives. For we know that many more possibilities, that many more problems and that many more alternatives.

That much more analysis is possible and that much more ego gets in the way too. Intelligent people have that. Dignity and Ego and Self Respect and Hurt and some more Dignity. That logical mind arrests and the heart gets lost somewhere. And then, sometimes the heart attacks suddenly, numbing and not letting the intelligent mind know what to think really.

And then one writes a post in one’s blog after a long long time.
A lot’s happened over the past month. More than I’d care to share. But I’m back now, and moi blog’s crossed a 1000 visitors!!!

That somehow means a lot, its like a 1000, or a 100 or 50 people, over months visiting again and again are interested in what goes on here...

For those who like coming here... Thank you.
And do keep visiting:)