public notice

Sometimes when you see an awesome dancer, you would think that you should learn to dance like that person but eventually you would analyse the practicality of that thought and shelve it in a corner of your brain. This mainly happens when you see someone with a guitar. In the same way, I got this thought when I started reading awesome books. The thought of me writing ‘something’ was really exciting but at the same time it was really scary. I had never written ‘anything’ worth reading before. So I started writing in my journal everyday which I never showed to anybody. I really enjoyed writing for myself. I dint really care whether it had poetic or literary devices. All I wrote was what was in my mind.

Then I started this blog to give my writing a technical up gradation. But still I wasn’t ready to share my thoughts with anyone else. So I kept this blog private. Then today I read one of my own posts. I have said that if you don’t have the guts to say something on the face of someone, then you shouldn’t say it at all. I don’t really know how it is related to my situation but I just decided to make this blog open to anyone to read. I am now open to criticism or any feedback which I may receive. so,

                                                                

I hereby officially invite everyone to read my blog and let me know what you think about it.

First time

When you do or feel something for first time, it will always have a special place in your heart. It may be good or bad but it will haunt you forever. I remember the first time I travelled in a bus alone. First journey in train. First time when I spoke in a mike. First day in school after I had a short haircut. First day in Delhi alone in my pg. first day in college. And so on.  

The most special one is the first crush. I don’t really know how he looks now but I remember his 10 year old face as if I have just seen him yesterday. When I look at someone cute on the road, I would remember him. So there is not a single day in past ten years (I had my first crush when I was nine, though I dint really understand what it was at that time.) that have passed without me thinking about him. I want to clarify here that it is not love. It is just a special feeling about him which is (and will be) haunting me.

When I joined a co-ed college after studying in a girl’s school for 4 years, I told myself that I would keep my adrenaline levels under control. I don’t want to be a shy girl who would flinch every time a guy talks to her. To a great extent I kept to my word. There was a guy in my class who became one of my good friends over the past few weeks. My classmates were teasing me with him because he was from my state. But I was totally indifferent towards him. I have no what-ever feeling for him. But yesterday something weird happened to me for the first time. We were talking and he said he got some funny message from my best friend. Then he continued talking but all I could hear was blah-blah. My best friend and he were not that close but still I was jealous. For the first time I felt jealousy because of a guy. And I dint like that feeling. It made me sick. Both these people are my good friends and this feeling just makes me want to puke. I may forget about him or this incident in few months but I may always have to remember this feeling. As I said ‘first times’ may be good or bad but it will haunt you forever.

Stereotypes

I have heard people saying south Indians are narrow minded people but it is really disheartening to see my own friends being that way. I get it. They are from small towns where girls and boys don’t talk much to each other. But this is Delhi. National capital. And this is 21^st century. They are acting as if they are from five generations back.

“they” here means people(girls) from Salem, Thirupur, Erode and Coimbatore. Though I had great (and close)Hindi-speaking friends, I liked spending time with those who spoke my language. But lately I am feeling really embarrassed to be around them. They talk bad about people in Tamil just because they don’t understand it. What they don’t get it is their tone gives away what they are intending. I think if you don’t have the courage to say something on the face of someone, then you should never say it. What they were doing was cheap and coward.

 Another irritating thing they do is gossiping in groups when they see some girl talking to a boy. I don’t know when these people are going to open their eyes and see things differently. If girls confine themselves to their gender then how will there be gender equality in our country.

I know I can’t do anything to change them. It’s the way they are brought up. All I can do right now is to put some distance between me and these guys.     

there is no place like here..

    I wrote this on 22 August 2012 but I want this to be my first post.So here it goes..

There is no place like here

This is the title of the novel I read few months back. It somehow fits my post perfectly. I was in my home having all the luxuries of being the youngest child in the house. One day a magical wind took my home to a new place. I was lost. I tapped my heel thrice and said “there is no place like home” but nothing changed..

It was dilli. A whole new city. I have come here to study b.com honors in DU. It has always been my dream to go to a new city and live there alone i.e. independently. But only after coming here I realized my life is going to change upside down. I have to wake up on my own. I have to wash my own clothes. I have to live with two other strangers in a single room. There were so many people around me talking a language which I barely understood. I felt so lonely. I missed my home. I missed my family and everything about Chennai which I didn’t give a damn when I was there.

But things started changing. I started seeing things differently. I was alone. I didn’t understand what others were talking about me or anyone else. So I started not caring about what others think about me. I can do anything which I want to do. I can now wear dresses not caring about what others think of what I am wearing. I don’t have to worry about my image because I don’t have one. Nobody knows me here. I can be a whole new person here. I understood I can make any place my home because home is just a place where your heart lies. So there is no place like HERE.