Today, monsoon truly set in. The makeshift valley (makeshift because there is no telling when the God of Unplanned Development makes provocative changes in the Regional Plan) looked like a car that has gotten a facial. Green, as it should be in its multifarious forms, became the theme of the day. It seemed apt to start writing at a time when everything was getting washed anew, sparkling avatars ready to make a splash. In honour of the rains, from today I hope to share measured thoughts on my blog.
Mysore Blog Park used to be a vibrant community; I hope it still it and I write here first to invite like-minded friends to pick up the threads of conversation, as they deem fit, and provide company as we all juggle individual battles to express ourselves.
Sometimes I wonder what is more important, the art of saying things succinctly or the hope that someone will interpret your thoughts with the same gentle approach that you yearn for? Is saying more important than being listened to? Of late, I have come to believe that being listened to is a rare commodity. Anyway, I hope you read, comment, and embark on a journey that I abruptly cut some time back. You, my anonymous friend, help me measure my thoughts. -GG
Mysore Blog Park used to be a vibrant community; I hope it still it and I write here first to invite like-minded friends to pick up the threads of conversation, as they deem fit, and provide company as we all juggle individual battles to express ourselves.
Sometimes I wonder what is more important, the art of saying things succinctly or the hope that someone will interpret your thoughts with the same gentle approach that you yearn for? Is saying more important than being listened to? Of late, I have come to believe that being listened to is a rare commodity. Anyway, I hope you read, comment, and embark on a journey that I abruptly cut some time back. You, my anonymous friend, help me measure my thoughts. -GG
