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My first blog. Hello world!!! It feels strange to write to no one in particular. It's like thinking aloud. What do I write about first? How about a write-up about what I think about myself? I mean, how can I analyze the world and things around me if I cannot analyze myself first?

Sometimes when I look into the mirror I really wonder who this person is that I see. It's so hard to see through yourself and yet so easy to see through others. If asked to write an essay on someone we can write pages. But when asked to describe yourself in 10 words you are stuck. The strange thing is that to the world around, I appear as a mature, understanding and mild person. Why is that strange? Because those are exactly what I would probably list as attributes missing in me. That gets me thinking if other people are better judges about me than I am. Maybe they haven't seen me in all my confusion, unreasonableness and inconsistencies. Or maybe I hide them from the world!!!!

To end with, I ask myself if I would want to be with a person like me. An honest answer? Yes. I like myself and though at times I may be difficult to deal with and I may not be the most talented or the most good looking, I am genuine. That matters.  I am not perfect, but who is? It's good to know someone like me and while not knowing me is not missing anything, it's not gaining anything either :)


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  1. SUSHMA NAGARAJ7 October 2010 at 4:09 pm

    welcome to the blog world, from what i have learnt knowing oneself truly helps us in knowing the people around us

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