Life has been a bit chaotic for the past one month. Hubby got transferred to Pune. So the big decision of moving to a new city...quitting my present job...relocating our whole stuff...getting my baby back to stay with us. I love change.....hence this whole concept of relocating does not scare me at all. On the other hand, I am really excited about all this! I love moving to a new place, re-doing my house, exploring a new city. Maybe that is one of the reasons I have never been in one place for more than a couple of years (except in Goa where I grew up). Goa would forever remain my favourite place, but the adventurous streak in me made me move out of Goa as well.

My first move was to Bangalore, a safe move as I was staying my brothers itself. But the thought of a new city was exciting enough for me. After a couple of years in Bangalore, Mumbai started looking real attractive to me.....I wanted to experience the fast life there, be a part of the huge dream city, experience this city. So packed my bags and moved over to Mumbai, this time there was no family to 'shelter' me. But I was there with my closest friends, and it was a dream come true for me. Though I got to spend only 6 months in Mumbai, they have been some of the most memorable days of my life. Total freedom, something I had tasted for the first time. A beautiful city to explore and my best buddies to share all this with me! What more could I have asked for!

But this good time had to end as well, and it was time for me to make a tough decision of going back home to stay with my parents in Vizag. Trust me, it wasn't an easy decision at all. I was compromising on my freedom and my job. But I felt I needed to spend some time with my parents before they finally decide to push me off after marriage. So Vizag it was! My new nest for the next two years.

Vizag was nothing I had expected it to be. The first month was chilled out.....just relaxing at home, doing all kinds of things to loose all the excess weight I had gained with my 'happy life' in Mumbai. But staying at home is not my cuppa of tea. So went to the nearest recruitment consultancy and put in my CV, and got myself a job at HSBC a week after that. This job had nothing to do with my work exp nor my degree. I was to be a call centre executive here. But I had no complaints...I was just happy to be working again! HSBC had turned out to be my best experiences in a corporate life till date. I have made some of the best friendships there, some of the best moments....like participating in a dance competition (imagine me dancing on stage!!), being able to help customers manage their money (though I am bad at managing mine!), becoming a process trainer (I always loved to teach!), being able to train one of the finest trainees......I loved every moment I had spent in that HSBC campus. But change is the only thing that is constant! So that next stage of my life had to begin......suddenly out of the blue my now brother-in-law meets up with my father to carry out God's will that I should be bound to Ramji for life :)

So be it! Got married in a real 'confusing' ceremony and finally landed in the land of Nawabs - Hyderabad! A new life....with a not so new person...Hyderabad promised to be quite exciting! And believe me, it is :) Another new job, this time, back into MR, to what I was doing in Bangalore and Mumbai. Job was smooth, no crazy hours. Thinking of my stay here.....Cafe Coffee Day is well embossed in my memories! Have spent so many evenings with Ramji in CCD, drinking my usual Almond Frappe and he his Cold Sparkle.....life was really good here. Lots of new friends, most of them were Ramji's friends though. Got my first bike, my first car....my first kid :)))

And as usual, since its been a lovely 2 years, it's time to pack up and moveeeee..........Pune, here I come!

Have heard the phrase that "No one is indispensable". I always believed in that as well. But when my team member put in her resignation paper........it then struck me how indispensable she had become for me. I have been going round doing my work with the minimum of hiccups, all thanks to her taking care of all the things for me. But now things are going to be different.............i wouldn't have anyone to fall back on to take care of things in my absence.....I feel I am going to have this feeling of helplessness for some time to come...

Fights

Arguments...fights....these are such an inseperable part of any relationship. If a relationship lacks them...............maybe there isn't much to that relationship. When do we have fight or have an argument.........when something or someone has hurt us...and only those whom we feel are dear to us can have this effect on us. They should be able to stir us at the emotional level.....be it by love or by hate......only when they have managed to touch our heart, that we actually feel the pain.

Does this pain makes us grow fonder? Do we actaully look for some pain......something to remind us that what we have is precious? Something to make us feel alive again? Something to make life more worth living for?

How would life be....if nto for these sweet bitter fights?? How would it be to be happy always, be understanding always, be compromising always? Would be as interesting? Would we still value our love so much? Wouldn't it at some point, make us take our relationship for granted??

As important as fights are in a relationship................being able to understand that love prevails above all else.................forgiveness should come as easily as the temper! Irrespective of being in the wrong or right................i think egos don't ahve a place here. Its the moment of peace whic counts..............saying a sorry does not signify that u r wrong or they are right............it just means that its time to reconcile. Its time to make up for the fight.....for the misunderstandings. Its time to love again :)