Guys, i am not a blogger. And up until now i had decided never to blog. I do love to babble but discussing my feelings with others are not my cup of tea. So sharing my cogitation with the outside world sounded like an absurd idea to me. But then one day i was resting on my porch lying down sipping my cup of hot cocoa appreciating the beauty of stars that something strike my mind. It was a old thought from my early childhood, making me feel very nostalgic. Then chain of thought emerged and one led to another. That made me realize how we forget the vivacity of all those moment in our fast paced life. So the next moment i knew that i have to jot down all those memoir and keep them alive for myself.
Although I have been writing stuff's since i got my first dairy at fifth grade but i hadn't paid much attention to what i write until now. Writing journal is like sharing your inmost feeling with you closest chum without worrying for ramifications.
So i started writing just as any other kid does at that age. " Dear Dairy i woke up at 6'o clock and then i brush my teeth at 6:30 am (as if we would get confused between the am-pm's) and then i finished my breakfast at 7:15AM( ok that's too long for a breakfast)...... So i was writing things like this for a good long time until a shift in my writing took place and i matured thank god. Then i started writing serious stuff like "today my brother broke my Barbie doll and i have decided never to talk to him again..." Eventually it was 9th grade and it went on like this for more time untill i started writing stuff like "Oh God zoology practical sucks"... I think all my school, college days i have been writing stuff that can become a laughing stock if my brother ever gets a hand on my pandora box and decides to get my dairies published.
When i got married the first year went on writing complaints about my hubby dearest. "Dear Dairy even though i got up at 10:30 today there was no bed-breakfast offered and to make the matter worse my hubby was too busy watching cricket match on TV. The volume was loud enough to damage my ear completely. I had to yell literally, to call him...." I hardly wrote all the good moments we spent and all the wonderful time we had togather. It was going like this until my sweet hubby read my dairy. And what happened after that is a history. All that made me into thinking that my writing has become biased now and how i truly feel is not reflected in it anymore. Eventually my writing slowed after some time cuz suddenly my life became extremely busy with the birth of daughter. I hardly got time for my writing and it was going like this up until now.
I realized that since i can't travel back in time and live my anecdote i will still remember them all and what better way than expressing it in writing. Be it on a paper or on a blog it always feels ecstatic. I want to scribble everything before it fly's away. I want to write how wonderful my life has been so far and how much more is there to it. It's really funny how an old photo album can cheer us even in worst of time when nothing seems fine. So even though i can't grapple time i can still keep it as a memoir in my blog.
From the time my daughter was born to now and all the hustle and bustle she has been doing needs to be there with me. I don't want to forget my fond memeories that life has given me and be any less appreciative of almighty. So that's how i made myself to blog. Well life is still busy but i have promised myself to write if not every day then at least once a month or may be week. That's my least goal. Who know i might blog daily someday.
Although I have been writing stuff's since i got my first dairy at fifth grade but i hadn't paid much attention to what i write until now. Writing journal is like sharing your inmost feeling with you closest chum without worrying for ramifications.
So i started writing just as any other kid does at that age. " Dear Dairy i woke up at 6'o clock and then i brush my teeth at 6:30 am (as if we would get confused between the am-pm's) and then i finished my breakfast at 7:15AM( ok that's too long for a breakfast)...... So i was writing things like this for a good long time until a shift in my writing took place and i matured thank god. Then i started writing serious stuff like "today my brother broke my Barbie doll and i have decided never to talk to him again..." Eventually it was 9th grade and it went on like this for more time untill i started writing stuff like "Oh God zoology practical sucks"... I think all my school, college days i have been writing stuff that can become a laughing stock if my brother ever gets a hand on my pandora box and decides to get my dairies published.
When i got married the first year went on writing complaints about my hubby dearest. "Dear Dairy even though i got up at 10:30 today there was no bed-breakfast offered and to make the matter worse my hubby was too busy watching cricket match on TV. The volume was loud enough to damage my ear completely. I had to yell literally, to call him...." I hardly wrote all the good moments we spent and all the wonderful time we had togather. It was going like this until my sweet hubby read my dairy. And what happened after that is a history. All that made me into thinking that my writing has become biased now and how i truly feel is not reflected in it anymore. Eventually my writing slowed after some time cuz suddenly my life became extremely busy with the birth of daughter. I hardly got time for my writing and it was going like this up until now.
I realized that since i can't travel back in time and live my anecdote i will still remember them all and what better way than expressing it in writing. Be it on a paper or on a blog it always feels ecstatic. I want to scribble everything before it fly's away. I want to write how wonderful my life has been so far and how much more is there to it. It's really funny how an old photo album can cheer us even in worst of time when nothing seems fine. So even though i can't grapple time i can still keep it as a memoir in my blog.
From the time my daughter was born to now and all the hustle and bustle she has been doing needs to be there with me. I don't want to forget my fond memeories that life has given me and be any less appreciative of almighty. So that's how i made myself to blog. Well life is still busy but i have promised myself to write if not every day then at least once a month or may be week. That's my least goal. Who know i might blog daily someday.
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