Heart aflutter, twinkling eyes, young blush
villianous adults term it infatutation...
sneaking out with the best friend....clandestine visits...exchange of vows...
and the inevitable 'the end' ... unlike the 'happily ever after' dreamt of
tears and a lot of them...lets open the flood gates now...
Sad movies, Rhythm of the falling rain - soothed the aching heart
and the best friend stood by - watching, encouraging, consoling, counselling, hating for you, hating more than!
Growing up pains, they call it..
But lifes most important lessons learnt...
- To distinguish between right and wrong
- To identify those indispensable - the 'villianous adults'
- To sift out the fair weather friends and value those who withstand the tidal waves not now, always
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
'am I writer?....maybe not'
I started this blog inspired by friends ('Finely Chopped' my initiation) who are very active on the blogging scene...
Enjoyed reading their blogs ...left me with a feeling 'wish I could write like them'
I am not a writer, never have been...my mom has been writing...my dad writes
My friends write and nowadays almost everyone I know writes
But I don't write...rather can't write ...
Okay, maybe want to write, wish to write...
But what do I write about?...things you are passionate about
So many things and oft written about...
And why would anyone want to read what I write?
Maybe not...so what?
Nonetheless, I started by own blog...not for others but for myself
For the safekeeping of memories... of those good times I want to hold on to
Something I would treasure reading, when my memory fades...
Most posts* are about my current, and ever lasting obsession...true to my 'bong mom of a son' genes!
interspersed with my own childhood memories...
and maybe other things
-travel...need your help Shubh (book the next holiday stat!)
-cooking...food...your help again Shubh
-and ...
*(Started out the old fashioned way of documenting... got a baby book ... daily updates, gave way to weekly, monthly...reduced to post it to remember dates...and now nothing at all
and yes, you don't get good ones here ...So got one from overseas...thanks a ton Pun...)
Enjoyed reading their blogs ...left me with a feeling 'wish I could write like them'
I am not a writer, never have been...my mom has been writing...my dad writes
My friends write and nowadays almost everyone I know writes
But I don't write...rather can't write ...
Okay, maybe want to write, wish to write...
But what do I write about?...things you are passionate about
So many things and oft written about...
And why would anyone want to read what I write?
Maybe not...so what?
Nonetheless, I started by own blog...not for others but for myself
For the safekeeping of memories... of those good times I want to hold on to
Something I would treasure reading, when my memory fades...
Most posts* are about my current, and ever lasting obsession...true to my 'bong mom of a son' genes!
interspersed with my own childhood memories...
and maybe other things
-travel...need your help Shubh (book the next holiday stat!)
-cooking...food...your help again Shubh
-and ...
*(Started out the old fashioned way of documenting... got a baby book ... daily updates, gave way to weekly, monthly...reduced to post it to remember dates...and now nothing at all
and yes, you don't get good ones here ...So got one from overseas...thanks a ton Pun...)
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