Point of view

A few days back I was told that I was very judgmental. Thinking about the statement today, I felt that I’m not portraying my worst side to everybody. Maybe, that is why I’m misunderstood at every step. I voice my opinions at every given opportunity. I have stopped that also…no thanks to a few so called good Samaritans. I just stopped because I felt my opinions are wasted on a few…not due to any undue courtesy to somebody’s sensibilities. But I just can’t help wonder, what is that makes people see me in a wrong light even when I mean good for them? What will people do when I sincerely make an effort to think bad for them, I don’t know. But one thing I’m not going to do is change my opinions…I think I’m entitled to one in every situation I come across and since we live in a free world, I will voice my opinions when I feel like it. Now, since I have made this point clear, I’ll move onto other interesting topics…..

I had gone on a trip to New York…I did not like that place. But in retrospection, I feel, like every other city, this city too has its unique character. The place I live in now is more of a homely, feel-good, come-to mama kind of a place. New York on the other hand is a come-or-go-I -don’t –care, leave-me-in-peace kind of place. One needs to get used to that kind of attitude, especially when one is of the former category. I did not get to see much of it unfortunately. But what I saw was enough to make me stay away from the place for the time being, till I get to know people better. I wouldn’t want to be taken for a ride on the streets of New York and by my past history, it’s very much possible.

Meeting my aunt, my sister and her husband was a very good break for me. I really enjoyed my time with them. After a long time, I was allowed to be the youngest in the family once again…I loved the feeling. Why did I have to grow up…why can’t we be kids forever?

This is a thought for some other time. I will go to New York again. I found it intriguing and I always have to know why I find it so (my curiosity always gets the better of me). How I feel about the place when I see it again is a post for the next time…