D for Diary

Dear Diary,

“Today was rough but manageable. I felt lazy and hangry at many instants but kept my cool and sailed through the day. My boss was absent and perhaps that’s what made it more difficult to pass time. My day started off late because my commute was stuck in traffic and thus I didn’t reach office on time. Once settled, I started working on a disbursement to be paid which literally drove me crazy. I wondered at one point as to whether I really love this job…”

This was an excerpt from my mind of how I would write my diary if I had one.

I had started maintaining a diary at a very young age in high school. But one day my mother happened to find it and as soon as I realized she had read it, I panicked and threw the book away. Well, living in a typical Indian household where you are judged from what you wear to what you speak has its shares of fears and boundaries especially for a girl.

After that day, I started diary writing in college where I lived in another state away from family caught up in a hostel space. Here, I made it a point to write daily describing all my ventures in the alien state with people from diverse cultures.

It was the peak of the Internet era; I spent time mostly surfing around and utilizing the free WiFi that college provided. One day I came across this online diary ‘OhLife.com’ where one had to just type in the entry for the day and it sent a daily reminder too. Being lazy as ever even to put pen to paper, I loved this format of typing in. And after that day there was no turning back to the book form of a diary.

Few years down the line, I received an email from the online diary website informing that they have shut down since they couldn’t finance the webpage and neither could restore the entered data to their users. It was very saddening that all the years’ entries could not be restored. So I had lost all the documented memories of college, the crushes, the plays and fights, the outings, etcetera to infinite space.

After that day the practice and habit of diary maintenance stopped completely. I look forward to starting one again someday. The feeling of venting out and expressing one’s state of mind to a mere book seems fulfilling and peaceful as it quietly accepts your thoughts without any judgement or questions.

C is for Castaway

As far as I remember, most of my childhood thoughts dwelt on escaping the mundane life that a typical kid animates. Adventure was always and at all times on my mind! I dreamt of castaways and runaways. More of being castaway simply because I didn’t have the balls to runaway! (did try once but failed alas) *smirks* 😛

And few years later when the movie Cast Away released, I was thrilled and Tom Hanks became my favourite actor instantly. It seemed liked his character lived my dream of being wrecked on a secluded island alone (or not). He survived on small fish and coconuts ultimately losing some grinders in the bargain. But to me it sounded like a party at shore! The character portrayed appears brave yet patient as he attempts to spark a fire for the nth time. Yet at times he seems insane, when he draws a bloody face on a volleyball, calls it by its brand name ‘Wilson’ and starts forever conversing with it as his lone buddy.

Far along I learnt that this movie was inspired by the famous novel Robinson Crusoe which is said to be based on a true story. It showcased the castaway experiences of a Scottish Alexander Selkirk who lived on some island in the Pacific Ocean for more than four years! Lucky him I say! This man’s brave ventures read on Wikipedia are very inspiring.

In the same decade, during my teens, I happened to watch the Bollywood rom-com cum action thriller “Kaho Naa… Pyaar Hai” which showcased lovers estranged on a beautiful island in Thailand. This movie raised my spirits considerably of now being lost with my future soul mate instead of being alone. And so began my dreams of us spending the day together happily. Me fishing, him hunting; him cooking, us eating and spending time besides the warm camp fire across the soothing ocean under the deep sky blanket.

As bizarre and delirious as it sounds, this wish of being Castaway someday stands awaited.


B is for Beard


Beard as in the noun simply means facial hair which men proudly showcase. This one requires regular grooming and styling in order to avoid the ‘don’t care Hagrid look!’ Most men especially from Indian origins consider having a beard to be manly or masculine which is often linked to the toxic culture of male aggression and strength. While other men wear a beard to hide blemishes or to create an illusion of a perfectly leaner oval shaped face.

Whilst still others believe in promoting men’s mental health and prostate & testicular cancer awareness through famous movements – “No Shave November” and “The Movember Foundation”. These social movements encourage men to grow facial hair inorder to create cancer awareness and also to save on shaving costs to donate towards charitable causes and cancer research.

Beard as the verb means to be brave and courageous. Belonging to the female species and thus deficient in testosterone, I definitely can’t showcase my hairy beard, but believe to be bearded at situations that life throws at me!

A is for Autograph

The A to Z blogathon is on! And is finally pushing me to pen down all the stumbling thoughts that keeping popping in my gray matter. So welcome in!


Reminiscing those good old days in the pre-internet era where kids would maintain scrap books or journals to collect autographs from classmates and friends as a memento of school or college life.  These books would be often handcraft and decorated with variety of coloured shiny pens and pencils. Some would even paste picture cutouts of their favourite film stars, movies and hobbies.

The contents of my autograph journal are still fresh in memory even though it must be in the company of dust mites and bugs placed at some corner of my house. I as a typical teenager had listed out some personal questions in purple shiny ink which were filled by my close school friends and respected acquaintances. The list included all usual questions like ‘favourite colour’ to ‘pet names’ and there were serious interrogations like, “Where do you see yourself in 10 years?” to naughty queries like, “Who is your secret crush?” and “Whom do you find sexy?”. The last fill-out asked, “Any advice for me?” which often people wrote the most cliché line, “Stay the same, don’t ever change”.

Reading the autographs filled out by varied persons, puts up a bright smile on my face; sometimes leading to laughter. It’s indeed hilarious how a teenager mind functions and the simple dreams that they envision.

Following today’s times, in the internet age where babies learn to type before even learning to write properly; I doubt such scrap books are even bought let alone being used. While in the yesteryears, with no mobile numbers and no email addresses; this autograph book seemed the only way to remember one’s friends after farewell in future distant times. That being said this topic brought about a gush of memories of old friends and acquaintances who have impacted my life. This was the sole purpose of a simple autograph book with their handwritten wordings always to be cherished and never forgotten. All you had to request for was, “Please sign your Autograph!”