A New Year!

I wanted to start this blog at the beginning of the year, maybe exactly on Jan 1st. But then the New year parties, the planning of my daughter's birthday party, preparation for it, and the party itself, and then the birth of my first niece... one followed another and here I'm late by 15 days. Well better late than never!!

I have never blogged before , no seriously, I've not blogged in the real sense of the word. I have a blog which has my stories, my poems, my recipes(wholly invented and created by me). But this is different. It is like a diary. Should I say, a diary which is for public viewing. The concept is pretty new to me as I always believed that diary is very private.

I used to write a diary each year from , let's see, was it in the 8th or 9th grade?!! It was the 8th grade! I started writing because I had a secret that I had to guard and I couldn't keep it to myself. It so happened that my close friend was kissed by one of the boys in the 11th.she told me and asked for help. Looking back, I think I was very dumb then, as I don't think it is naivity. Both of us were scared that she would get pregnant!!!!! I wrote that in a small pocket diary and hid it under my books in the house. As it always happens, one day my mom while cleaning up the room for me came across this diary.....

Well, well, adults in all ages are the same I believe. She mistook what she read in the book or rather thought that I was lying to myself or rather to the diary and it was not my friend but myself that was kissed. I tried to convince her,I don't know if she was convinced or not, but I was left alone, with a warning to not do what I never did in the first place.

My diary writing started not to end for a long time. From my favourite teacher to my favourite story or poem, everything I liked went into the diary. All adventures I did, all the fun I had, all the mischief I did in class with the students and the teachers, everything was carved into words in it.Nothing was personal though every feeling, every emotional was genuine. I never hid my diay, it was always there with my text books. That way, I knew that nobody would read it as it is human mentality to always want to know what is hidden but never bother to know what is clearly written on the walls for everyone to see. Hey, am I side tracking?

Where were we? With the diary of course. I started to hide the diary again when I fell in love,even though I was not at home but out of the house. I didn't want my friends to know that I was in love. I never believed in making personal things public. But still you see that I am here now writing this blog. I was inspired by some blogs of some friends and so thought of writing one too.I think it is a good exercise for improving writing skills too.

Whatever be the reason, I hope I can continue to write what I started.