Trust your gut feeling! That intuitive inner feeling near the sternum which pushes us to do something with no logical explanation, till it leads us to discover our desires. My gut feeling prompted me to revisit my archived blog posts today and the moment I did it, I realised the reason for it. My first blog post with blogger was dated 16th Nov, 2006, meaning, Archu’s Archive has completed three years with blogger today! Happy Birthday to Archu’s Archive! It’s interesting how I started blogging and surprising that I have been able to manage a blogspot for so long and lure a few readers. Here is my blogging journey...
I talk a lot or at least, I used to talk a lot. When I moved out of my hometown, Pondicherry, for the first time as a freshly passed college graduate to work as a Software Engineer at Infosys, Mangalore, I was scared! I was seriously scared at the prospect of meeting new people in a new environment all by myself. I had my own inhibitions on how much should I store for the generic word ‘friend’ and how much should I trust people with my blah-blah. While I was surrounded by newness everywhere, the little adventurer in me peeped out, wanting to explore it all and go gaga about it in a lively animated way, the way you can get only with the ones you trust. Those days, due to the lack of known folks, due to the lack of speaking out, I started speaking within. I grew more intimate with my personal diary than I had ever been. Fortunately or unfortunately one page per day wasn’t sufficient for my enthusiasm.
I talk a lot or at least, I used to talk a lot. When I moved out of my hometown, Pondicherry, for the first time as a freshly passed college graduate to work as a Software Engineer at Infosys, Mangalore, I was scared! I was seriously scared at the prospect of meeting new people in a new environment all by myself. I had my own inhibitions on how much should I store for the generic word ‘friend’ and how much should I trust people with my blah-blah. While I was surrounded by newness everywhere, the little adventurer in me peeped out, wanting to explore it all and go gaga about it in a lively animated way, the way you can get only with the ones you trust. Those days, due to the lack of known folks, due to the lack of speaking out, I started speaking within. I grew more intimate with my personal diary than I had ever been. Fortunately or unfortunately one page per day wasn’t sufficient for my enthusiasm.
