It has been SEVEN years since I
started writing here. This place has seen me grow or so I would like to
believe. In these last seven years I have changed A LOT, going through
different phases of life. Can be divided precisely into 4 parts in this blog-
Graduation phase in Pune, B-school phase in Bangalore, first job phase in Bangalore
and now the living-alone phase in Delhi. My very first post here was in February
2008. It was on Valentine’s day :) Just a little observation.
Before this whole blogging thing
had come into my life, I used to write in a diary- very filmy ‘Dear Diary’
style. I even gave a fictitious name to my diary, like a fictitious (male) friend.
Ahem, very corny, I don’t want to think about that now. I still like filling
pages in pretty notebooks (I love stationery by the way!), but it is not
addressed to anyone anymore. My mom still has ALL those diaries stored in one
section of the cupboard at home, starting from when I was thirteen or fourteen.
. .the early teens when I would write about school stuff and crush stuff and
teacher stuff and growing up stuff. Writing was one constant thing all through
my growing up.
I feel like burning those pages
when I read them sometimes when I go home. It is so sentimental and dramatic
and childish and there are so many language errors! Makes me cringe! But my mom
tells me that I should keep it, that it would be good fun to read it when I grow
old- but I don’t think so. I will only feel embarrassed reading things that I’d
rather forget. And then she says that my kids when they reach that age may enjoy
reading them. . . haha, basically
she is preserving my diaries for her grandchildren :P But I have a different
way of looking at it. The only reason I have not destroyed those diaries and
older posts of this blog (some posts I have! they were really ridiculous!) is
because I have a premonition that I am going to suffer from Alzheimer's disease when I get old- I know it is weird, but I have this great fear of memory loss, I think one
day I will get up and forget everything- how scary is that!
So my blog and all those diaries
will come in handy that time. To understand myself all over again. One hell of
a situation that would be. ~imagining a pretty 80 year old wrinkly S, trying to
read through thick glasses~ which reminds me am scared of being old also. Ha!
Fears Fears! Stop already, Peterpan. Getting old reminds me of that movie I
watched recently- Love in the time of Cholera. It is based on a book written by
Gabriel Garcia Marquez, a stunning Colombian writer. I have bought that book,
will read soon. I like how he names his books. One of his books I read is called-
Memories of my Melancholy whores :) isn’t that beautiful? Another one is
called Hundred years of Solitude. I am yet to read those two books. I am
reading a lot of books these days! There is so much to read! I am on a reading
trip these days. And there are so many TV shows to be watched. I haven’t completed
GOT :-O and I have been itching to watch House of Cards. Such dilemmas :D I am
catching up on movies from time to time, and I think Wolf of Wall Street was
pretty good. Which reminds me.. (haha..how every thought leads to another, I am
gonna stop soon, promise)..I was asked the proverbial ‘Sell this pen to me’ on
my very first job interview at the B-school, one where I failed miserably and
this blog saw me rant like a baby!
P.S: I love blogging! Just saying :)