DIARY DIARY DIARY….

My room was a big time MESS!! So much so that I was distracted even with Richard Bach ‘the one’ in my hand! Clothes all over the settee (which was ‘originally’ meant for some1 to sit!) and my bed with piles of books so I LOST IT and started the SAFAI-ABHIYAN that meant pouring my wardrobe to spilling my study table and its endless mess and I FOUND SO MANY INTERESTING THINGS IN THE PROCESS..

...I found my endless range of pencils, pens, scales, refills different types pf pages(yup pages! U read it right. U ll find with me anything and everything that can even remotely pinch the tag of ‘STATIONARY’!) but THE BEST was I found my DIARY (pata nahi kahan chhupa ke rakhi thi jo ab mili hai bevakoof se! gawd it was my school time diary!).

It was so much fun reading it all over again (JESUS CHRIST! I was such a ‘nut-case’ then! not that I have improved much!). Those sketches, poems, stories, paintings and not to mention the endless fever of basket ball and CRICKET…there was even something on SKATING ( o0O..when did I ever get interested in SKATING??).

And you know the best part was the DIARY ENTRIES...
(Dont tell ne1 but even the worst of ‘sob-stuff’ could only manage to make me ‘embarassed’ that I was ACTUALLY really bothered by such ‘trivialities’)…
JJJJEEEEZZZZ(I am destroying this diary before some1 gets his/her hand on it).

And yet it had some really ‘beautiful moments’, their USP being they were too ‘plain’ too simple, too innocent just too pure!!

Hmm... You know the best part about diaries is that in those few minutes you get to ‘relive’ the whole life it spans for you in those words. Every moment, every tear and that ever so beautiful smile!! And the best of all it makes you live your 'growth’ literally and realize your own fallacies…..

PS:- I saw the truth in what you had said… most of my problems were ‘in my head’ they never really existed!! It was ‘in the mind’ coz it was never ‘on my lips’!! SILLY ME! Never mind we all LEARN sooner or later...