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About Me

Too late to add an 'about me' column, you say? Well, I say, its never too late and better late than never..:-)

I have been thinking of what I can write here. I am not very good at writing or talking about myself. This is the very question that I dread at the job interviews. When it comes to the blogosphere, every point that one voice in my head comes up with is dismissed by the other as either insignificant or seemingly vain. Having said that, the posts that I write do come from my heart (or head) and pretty much, I think, showcases an image of me which I do believe is a true image.
So, what is that you might like to know about me? I am your average girl who is trying to do justice to all the designations life has bestowed on her, namely, being a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother and above all, a good person in herself. I do like to give my best in whatever I do although I might crib and whine along the way. I have come a long way from being a total introvert in my childhood to discarding the many layers of inhibitions and fears. A late-bloomer in life, I am still trying to discover myself. I wish to get to a point someday where I no longer worry about what others think of me and refrain from trying too hard to make a good impression. I have varied interests ranging from listening to old Hindi film songs, to singing ( have had a formal training in both Carnatic and Hindustani forms of music), to reading fiction-novels, to watching movies, to travelling and the latest being writing.
My posts do not follow a particular theme or topic, so I cannot really classify my blog as a pure mommy blog or that which addresses social issues or as a complete humour blog, but it sure has all of these elements in it in varying proportions. I write to unleash my thoughts on anything that is currently on my mind, something I feel strongly about and to create a memoir of sorts for my son's childhood that is replete with his antics, sweet babbling, small and big feats and milestones achieved. I do enjoy writing and I hope that you, as a reader are able to feel in the same vein as I write.
An acknowledgement that I am being read and appreciated is best conveyed through a comment, however small it is. If you do not agree with what I say, it is even more reason to let me know :-) So, please do not hesitate to drop in a line of what you think.
A word of disclaimer: What I write here is completely my opinion and while I love debates over the topic, I would appreciate if the commenter uses a polite tone and avoids being nasty/rude/hitting below the belt.
 You can also reach me at itsuma@gmail.com
Thank You for being here...

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  1. Hi....

    Nice description about you and me....

    passionhoneybee@gmail.com

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  2. Hi Uma, Long time no post! hope all is well at your end!

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    1. Hi Vibha, so nice of you to check on me. All's well here. Was away on a vacation..post will be coming up soon :-)

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  3. Hey you missed the sister-in-law desig

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  4. This one section was enough to evaluate your writing style..and i must say..its awsome with impeccable english! Am impressed and envious as well.

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    1. Hi Komal,
      welcome to my blog!
      Gosh! you are really kind to say that. Thank you so much for your lovely comment :-)

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  5. I would need your email ID to reply your comments where it is warranted or express appreciation where due.
    I do not reply in the blog.

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  6. I would need your email ID to reply your comments where it is warranted or express appreciation where due.
    I do not reply in the blog.

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  7. Hey Uma,

    Just got the breathing space and time to check out your blog. You have a really wonderful and breezy blog here. Love it. Read some of your recent posts. Keep going. And thanks for the consistent and prompt replies on my writings :)

    Following you on Bloglovin

    cheers,
    Keirthana

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    1. Hey Keirthana, welcome here and thanks for the lovely compliment and the follow! :-)Hope to see you often.

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  8. Hi Uma, Read a handful of posts randomly, wanted to comment and realized it wouldn't be really wise to comment on posts written months back :-) So am here, to say nice knowing you, can relate well with your opinions and feelings. Keep writing!

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    1. Hey Gayathri, welcome here! Nice to meet a like-minded person..thanks and keep visiting :-)

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  9. hi Uma...what a wonderful description abt u..so well written and moreover ur choice of words is good...I wish I could write like u, yes u inspired me...I always have a lot in my mind to write but don't know how to express it properly...but will defy give it a try !! TC - Reshmy

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    1. hey Reshmy, thanks so much for your warm words. Happy to see you here and I'd encourage you to write too. Glad to have inspired you :-)

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  10. Hi, are you on twitter? I'm @AllSortsHere if you are...

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  11. I *promise* that this link isn't spam! I've mentioned your blog post because i enjoyed it so much :) http://wp.me/p4LUPz-te I didn't know if you were on twitter (see above, or I'd have direct tweeted you...)

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    1. Hey Carol, I did add you on twitter and saw your tweet too. Thanks a bunch! following you on twitter :-)

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  12. Beautiful, very well written description of yourself.

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    1. thank you so much, Indira, for taking out time to be on this page :-)

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