Writing Diary!!!

It is easy to express through written words than to utter all the words you think or feel. Like most people, I cannot remember the first word or the first sentence I wrote. But I can remember always being encouraged to write by my parents and teachers (My English teachers in school: Sister Lata and Thomas sir being the first to encourage me) who knew the importance of writing.

The first task given was to start writing a diary on daily basis, penning down all events of the day, good or bad. I started to write diary in 1997when I was in seventh grade and sister Lata was my class in in-charge, I was so inspired by her aura that once I decided to adopt Christianity and also become a nun!!! But my mom was smart enough to convince that that’s not so good a choice by saying that I won’t be wearing any new clothes and I would own two pair of clothing…which seemed like a nightmare to me!!! Coming back to owning and writing a diary I still maintain one.

When I read my old diaries, dated in late 1990’s I am shocked to read the stuff I use to write, the grammar mistakes I have made writing and most shocking is the PINK  inked pen I used to write with!!!

Most of the diary entries back then portray me as a nagging queen: crying over less marks in a Physics test (Oh I wonder why I wasted my precious time on writing about the ugly Physics teacher and the tough numerical he gave me), fretting over the blue color of my school uniform skirt (I love blue now…& I hated it then…WHY??? Maybe I was bored of wearing it for the whole week), cribbing about the idiot who sat next to me class, complaining about my computer teacher to sit idle in the lab and students playing Pac man!!! These diary entries were about negative things and they seemed like complaint diary more than anything else.

But it was not so after 2001, the year I learnt to take decisions on my own, the year when I was to form my opinion for all the things I want to be and want to have in life and the year I leant what my name meant…I hated it before that.

The diary of a cribber became a diary of a princess!!! Things were the same, I still wrote with pink inked pen but it was now a glitter pink pen and use of smileys had undergone a change from L to J  

The best years according to the analysis of my dairies are 2003 to 2007…detailed events and happenings jotted… I had so much time that I wrote on extra pages and then pinned them onto the date of writing…without a hint if someone read what a scandal it would become and if only my college teachers read them they will hate me forever!!!

Thanks to my wonderful job, I now pen down my feeling in bullet points!!!