A Friend! :)

It’s been a long time that I blogged something. It’s not that my childlike heart doesn’t pump up and some silly thought do not flow from it. It’s just that I share those silly thoughts with silly people who really understand what I want to say… hats off to them for understanding this complex mind! :P actually I have not decided as to what I am going to write in this blog. But I want to share something related to “sharing”. Not the one in that jam ad “sharrrrriinng….” The small school boy who says to his dad “teacher ne nahi sikhaya? Sharrinnggg?” oh no! Not that kind of sharing… this sharing about which I want to speak is sharing of your thoughts, feelings and of course moments bad or good! J

I share “things” with many people but I share the “feelings” and “thoughts” with only a few people. People who can really understand them and the people who won’t go about sharing my thoughts with others (the phenomena called as “bitching” in girl’s language)... ;) I share my feelings with my friends the best buddies, sometimes with my parents if at all the “feelings” or “thoughts” are censored and they can resist with them. ;) And if no one from this list can understand my “feelings” I go to a sweet friend called paper! Whenever I feel restless or uneasy and I have no one to tell about my exact feeling I go to this friend of mine. It’s not a recent process I have been taking the help of this friend from many years now I guess from the time I entered the neither child nor adult phase! ;) I have whole bunch of diaries where I just penned down my feelings, thoughts and the things I did in those days. And whenever I miss my past I go through them and I realize how foolish and crazy I was. It’s not that now I am not crazy.. ;) But I was crazier my English sucked as compared to what it is today. But to tell you frankly this paper helped me so many times. There were times when I was confused why I am sad and I just scribbled in diary and I have discovered why I am sad. Writing has always made me “feel good”. Now even at midnight I wake up in restlessness and start writing and it makes me realize what is “good” and what is “bad” a kind of discovery. Untying of cobwebs of confusions in mind. Sometimes this childlike mind flows too much and ends up writing some rhythmic lines called as “poems”.. ;)

So, that was the story of my “sharing” the innermost thoughts, my real self with a friend called paper. No matter how much the blogging has taken the place of diaries my paper will always remain my bestest friend! J

Signing out!

Tanuli!