My Diary

Leather covered, thick bound

My diary was all that i treasured.

I laughed in it, I cried in it.

The memories which it had given me back

When I had lost them in my mind

Somewhere.

My diary was very close to me

So it was very hard for me to throw it away.

But God! They hate my diary!

They hate it so much!!

I wrote my first poem in it
I tore a page from it to write a letter
To my love.

I had my dream house on it

Along with my AUDI .

I took it in my arms when i was nine

And now i'm 19 and a half.

These years of bonding and love
It'll cease my heart, and i won't laugh

Again.

Alone was i before it came to me

Alone will i always be?

Alone i laughed with it

Alone i'll cry for my diary.

I wrote my name for the last time

On the page I left in it which said

" Please love my diary like i did

Else it'll die without the love".

I went all over to the lake side

Tied a rose to the diary

and set it sail

on a journey, unknown.

Leather covered, thick bound

My diary was all that i treasured.

I laughed in it, I cried in it.

The memories which it had given me back

When I had lost them in my mind

Somewhere.

In school, remember the times when you were in the class of the strictest and roughest teacher in the entire school, who carries half a meter long and thumb finger tick stick -in most cases it is the drill teacher - and just sits in the class doing nothing. I was in my seventh grade and was in the middle of such a class, after that period it’s lunch time and my tummy was already grumbling.  I turned to my right and whispered in my friend’s ears “what you have for lunch”, “Stand up you” came a grumpy call, the whole class fell silent – so silent that I could hear my heart pounding inside my ears- and all started looking at each other nervously not knowing for whom the call was for.  

All except one, I knew it was meant for me, so I dropped my head down and started staring at my shoes, admiring the work my mom had done on it to make it such a shining masterpiece. “You in the middle, last row”, I could feel her thick round fingers pointing right trough me, more over that I could feel over fifty pair of eyes all shifting their gaze on me with a sign of relief. I stood up; head still down-not finished with the shoes yet- “Who is our state’s Home minister?” She asked, “What did she use to make this shine so much, the shoe polish or the sponge thingy” I wondered. “Look at me when I am asking you something” a bit more anger in his voice now, suddenly a red light popped in front of my eyes and that was a warning from my brain saying that if I don’t respond to this either, its trouble. 

I acknowledged the warning and looked up at him; I could see some of my friends amused by my act but he wasn’t.  “Do you know the answer or not” she asked again, more of a scorn in his voice than anger now. She was sure that I don’t know the answer even before asking, then why did she asked and why do the drill teachers always ask this kind of questions – and why could she have asked something from my books instead - it’s not that I would have known the answer for that, but that could have avoided “You know how importance it is to read news paper and so and so…” advice from her. So I stood there occasionally raising my gaze up to see her facial expressions – there was none - and hoping for the inevitable to happen.

Daughter, Pride Not Duty

In India when a girl is born, we say Goddess Laxmi has taken birth in the house. Yes, to some extent I agree.. After all laxmi doesn't stay at one place for long. One day the girl has to grow up and get married and lighten up someone else's house like she had lighten her parents house. That is a dream of every parents to see her daughter get married. And even girls see the same dream. But that world is no more when girl were not educated and were thought to be a burden and to be married soon.

In 21st century, every girl who takes birth in this world, comes with dreams and ambitions. She wants to make her own place in this huge world. But in this modern era, even now the girls are treated like burden on parents. They get her married at the age when she is showcasing all her hard work and talent in the world. Crushing every dream of her life, wasting all the efforts she made to go beyond the stars. She had just started to live her life on her self built path and then a turn comes in her life and she is asked to abandon her path, go along in another. 

I really think this is wrong and should be stopped. Every living being who exists has a right to live its own life on its own conditions. Every parent should broaden their minds, should treat their sons and daughter equally. Because one day when you walk down the lane, people will say you are that successful girl's father. And then you will be a proud father. You know when a girl goes to her husband's house, she has got a whole new set of responsibilities and expectations on her. 

It is so funny that in the past unmarried daughter were considered to be shame for the family. I mean they were luckiest of all daughters because they got to be with their parents for a very long time. I just want those narrow minded parents to let their daughter live their life and fly high, to give them a chance to make their own name in this world because its their life too.just give them a chance and believe me that's all that they need . 

Today, in 21st century woman have spread wings almost everywhere from being a doctor or CA to the president of a country.From being a house-wife to a working women . It isn't old times when women were meant to be ill-literate and do house hold. They have proved their worth in this country. So I request people to grow up and they deserve to be considered as equal as men, they deserve our respect. And above all please stop killing girl child. They are innocent and its not their fault that they didn't fulfill your expectations. 

DON'T CONSIDER YOUR DAUGHTER AS YOUR DUTY; LET HER BE YOUR PRIDE......

My Dream

Blogger, it is the first platform in my life for which I am working so hard. To be frank, I never thought I would end up being a blogger. Though I am not much of a blogger now, but I am trying hard to be one. As a school going kid I never imagined I could write also. During exams or tests, at least to score good in one subject which happened to be my favorite of all subject that is "ENGLISH", I used to pen down all my information, known or made-up. And my hands working with perfect synchronization with my brain. That all used to be funny for me in those days.

But now .. writing is something that i love doing .  At least after when I got to hear those words which changed my views about writing. Which now keeps me going. Those words were, "he writes from deep down his heart". Those words were of my English teacher. Those words are embedded on my heart. That was like a warm light guiding my way, showing me a path. A path I chose to walk upon now.

 Now I have a dream. A dream which I want to be my future, A dream for which I want to work hard for, A dream which I want to live for. Each day, each hour, each minute, each second, I now spend upon thinking some or the other topic to write upon. Every moment I feel that I want to be better and better. There is something now which I am good at, which I want to better at and someday probably the best. That's how I feel now. (I'm even good at my interior designing thing .... at least that's what I think ! ) 

DREAMS ARE LIKE GUIDES, SHOWING US THE PATH WHICH WE SHOULD WALK UPON PASSIONATELY.....

                       Sincerely , 

                                                     ME ....

One Day

One drizzly night, when my eyes were flooded and my mind had bouts of remembrance of THAT person, this idiotic piece struck my mind out of nowhere....

What to say honey....

Nothing was as interesting as talking to you....

No one was close to my heart, like you....

My dreams were just for you....

I wanted to be noteworthy, only for you....

You never saw the real me....

I could've done anything to keep you happy....

You were my bliss....

I dunno what I'll do when we meet the next time....

I'll hug you?!

I'll kiss you?!

Or walk away quietly....

Just like a stranger....

I dunno what I'll do.....

Drowning in the Reality, When I lived my life as a Dream.

When I opened my eyes from a happy dream. 

I found myself in the middle of the ocean. 

Sinking deeper and deeper in it. 

I thought it was just another dream. 

I tried to wake myself up but realized it was my horrible reality.

I knew it was the ocean of despair, pulling me in deeper inside. 

I struggled a lot to get back to the surface and to get my life. 

But I sank even more deeper as I didn't knew how to swim.

I prayed for help, I begged for it. 

I saw faces of all those people whom I lived for. 

I called for help one by one. 

Most of them ignored me, some of them laughed. 

And few of them gave their hand to me but I couldn't grab. 

The ocean pulled me deeper, where I couldn't see. 

There was no light, I was in dark pit, suffocating and struggling. 

And in the end that ocean and pit became a part of me.

~~~~~~ You Are The 1 ...~~~~

You're in my dreams every night.

You never skip a night, You don't steal spotlight,

But you are always there...

  

I've never seen you in real life,

Only when my eyes are shut,

I want to see you,

When my eyes are open...

  

I want to find out if dreams do come true.

This is the perfect test.

So if dreams do come true....

You will be mine,

So...come out come out where ever you are dream boy