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- Vineeta
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Thursday, November 12, 2009
Jotting down depressing thoughts was one of my hobbies when i was a kid...I guess the frequency of scribbling on those old diaries was more when i was between 13-16yrs
A fight which hits the roof when my bro gets a fish fry or a chicken piece which may be an inch bigger than mine, The day the report card decides to be inside the bag and not come out until threatened by the class teacher, when mom speaks abt bro getting a higher pecentage than mine when he was in my grade,getting beaten up for lying or breaking things at home...were few instances which made me act as if i were the most popular poignant biographer...
These were the times when a heart broken me starts squiggling on a diary..
It comprises everything in the world..complaints,thoughts,sadism,blame worthy mistakes by others..and few stuff like the ones below :)
-Most of the nursery rhymes i have learnt
-How to be more cheeky at school
-'Flame'tests with all popular movie stars
-Pencil sketches of those pple whom i hate..They will obviously have horns and fangs!!!
-Cribbing about mom standing by my bro always
-My own poems and stories..
-Imagining myself to be an adopted daughter and declaring 'iam' after a fight at home.
-Commiserate and imagine how lonely iam in this world
-Calculate the marks that i may get after an exam which i would have done as horrible as possible
-Number of dresses i have and how many more my brother has..Just to cook up a fight
-About mom comparing my marks to that of the most brilliant girls and accusing me for not learning from them..
-Count of my total number of friends, list them out and highlight those whom i hate
-Persuade God to Punish my mom and dad for denying me the most expensive stuff that i would have demanded
-Hiding my brothers most treasured bits and pieces and making a note of where i have hidden it, at the same time ensuring that i will never return them
-List the number of people whom i hurt and justifying why..
and the list goes on.....
It all stopped when one fine day i saw my diary contentedly enjoying the company of my family members making them laugh and mock at my scribbled feelings....i had forgotten to keep it locked and my nosey bro published it and even the neighbours face seemed as if they knew my innermost feelings!!!
i still have those diaries and as i go through the pages my mind takes a long stroll through the years i grew up.....Trust me it was a good walk through....!!!
17 comments:
This happened to me tooo! You just read my mind!
very nicely described !! waiting for the diary to be public...you may like to scan it anyways we are better than ur neigbours!!:))
no one will ever read it again..its locked :)
Ha Ha it was a good read.Right now you might be writing about it in a lighter note but only you might be knowing the pain you went through while actually writing the diary.Moreover every sensitive person on this world might have thought of similiar things in similiar ways but the most touching line which is soo innocent and sweet to read is the line "Imagining myself to be an adopted daughter and declaring 'iam' after a fight at home."(Thanks alot for reminding me abt my childhood :))
Thanks Asif..iam happy i could bring back childhood memories to you and many of my friends who read this....:)
So.....finally the secrets in your diary have come out for all to read in your blog.Anyway it was very interesting.Gosh! I did not know that you had always harboured such nasty feelings about me, you goof!Keep writing....
wow nicely blogged.
Thanks chetta...and oane...i hav more nasty thoughts....;)
Hey there...seems like we all went thru similar phases as teens, i liked the "Imagining myself to be an adopted daughter and declaring 'i am' after a fight at home." part...how i used to imagine myself to be one and cry my eyes out! and the "flame test" and "list of gud & bad friends" were in my diary too..and one fine day, my elder sis decided to have a gud luk at it!! :( but like u, mine too is now kept under lock & key..
Its heartening to know that no matter how different we all are, no matter our paths never cross, deep down we all go thru similar situations and somehow we all r bound together!!
And as i can see here, many have relived there childhood memories...Way to go, gal! Keep scribbling :)
Thanks Roshni..:)hehehe same here..i used to cry as if i lost everything ..but fact remains.. we can never get back good old days like these ever... Thanks for reading..:)
Well well...now its time for the villain in the story to comment about how well the heroine has blogged about her past. See how nasty you were and how I had to bear with all you tantrums. If you want I can elaborate on the edited bits in your diary via the comments column....lol
It was indeed great reading the blog and reminded me of our life at Kunnukuzhy :)...now write about our golden days at Manacaud...By the way I like you style, your thought process and the way it is conveyed...keep going....now put comments for the new pics I have clicked..lol
Viveke..i have more to reveal..may be in the next blog ;)
by the way...where are those scribbles now..?? Am running out of stock of Archies, Asterix and the likes...!!
@Viper-Its hidden ;)
hiii this prakash very gud one ....bt prakash.vagus@gmail.com
hiii this prakash very gud one ....bt prakash.vagus@gmail.com
Thanks Prakash :)
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