Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Who am I?

The first question in any interview...first question in any ragging session...first question in any informal meeting...Tell about yourself. I do make it a point to prepare for this question before every meeting. And I succeed in posting an image. But, who really am I? What's my existence? What's my USP?

If I start thinking about all these, I get more questions than answers. I never know my USP. To be honest, I never thought about this. I'm good at so many things but USP???? hmm...I write well, but can't call that my USP. I speak well, but that agian isn't my USP. Then, what is my USP? Is it necessary that I have a USP? Can I not be a jack of all trades and master of none?

I would love to give my answer for that but would not. I would rather leave it for discussion...

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Funny are the ways of life...

...Yeah they are. We do not appreciate our college until we are out of it. We do not value our friends until we are away from them. We do not miss our family until we are in an alien place.

Even if we do appreciate, do we express it? Rather, do I express it? When was the last time I told my father that I really loved his guiding hand? When was the last time I told my best friend that I miss him? We take it for granted that our feelings are understood. Alas!!!

Personally, I'm very very less articulative. It took me 24 years to tell my dad that he's the best. Not that I don't know or I'm afraid of telling. I took it for granted that my dad knows my feelings. It took me as many years to tell my friends that I miss them. I always thought Does it matter? They anyways know that.

Does it work? Well, sometimes yes and many times no. You need to understand the importance of articulation. No matter where you are, a small call or a small hello would do. Believe me, it works. You understand it only when you are at the receiving end. So, what are you waiting for? Pick up the phone and call that old buddy who was always there for you. Tell him how much you miss him. You do not get to see but I'm sure his eyes would be full...with memories.