MADNESS

After having lunch n tedious thoughts about wat to do next, I arrived at the conclusion of writing something about my life… So that even i can read it after reaching some heights ( or downs???) … Actually I was thinking where to start with.. Whether to start from birth and come thru the moments and arrive to the present or starting frm present n go back… Yess.. I have decided to start from childhood and come to the present so that I can use it even as a diary .. I don want anyone else to read this.. I wud like to keep it as an unknown spot scribbling on d so called web… 25th November 2007 : I feel this waiting is so hectic and frustrating.. How long can an adult simply sit without doing any work ??? These corporates r really heartless.. My relatives have really started doubting that whether i got a job as i told..Sometimes i used to think why bothering about them.. poor folks .. dont know anything other than gossiping and being the slaves of so called relationships the society has made..Even if such relationships screw them like anything.. K..Leave it.. No use with thinking about them.. Let me start thinking about ma past..Its really nice rite. going topast and rewinding all the moments we had… yeah .. really it is..like watching a classic movie.. With some heroes, heroines, Villains and series of incidents and without a climax and songs at all( sorry,,mainstream Indian cinema.. forgive me..) I was born ( as told by my mother) @ her home( not in a hospital at all) on a Sunday morning ,sharply telling it was 25th May of 1985 .. It was raining then… Heavily.. And the lady( from the traditional midwifery family, whom i used to see when I go there) got wondered of ma calmness and silence.. I dont remember any of the events till age 4, when I was sent to the nursery school near ma home… where i learned to write on sand and sing(but am a damn failure in that).. The oldest image I remember is the night my father brought me a new slate to write on..It cost rupees 2 i think ( rarely seen such piece after ma school days) And I was really excited to go nursery the next morning..I collected young bamboo sticks and mashithand( really i dont know wat to call it in English) an marched like Napoleon.. But things went wrong … The guy next to me took ma precious slate ad broke.. when i returned classroom,, the scene was really heartbreaking-P.. He had broken it to pieces and i was really worried.. not becoz I cudnt write on it.. But the effect thats going to make wen i return home was really hunting me… But i don remember wat happened that day after that.. Yeah.. Memories like that.. Broken into pieces scattered.. without any meaning.. But I like to rewind..

THOUGHTS.. IN A NUTSHELL

Phew! have heard a lot about this blog mania….guess ‘enough is enough’!!! Lemme try my hand on this now…..

Not that I am a beginner in writing…have been writing essays since school days….yeah…but…blogging is a different experience….so…let’s see what do i do with this stuff..

So…basically…I thot I would devote my blog to
1. People around me …..anyone who catches my attention…anyone who has attracted me in any ways….anyone who is worth writing about..
2. My life as I see it…yeah…A different one that my friends or fellow workers hav neva experienced..
3. My personal day-to-day cool/hot/usual/unusual experiences…. so i am wondering what will i write????

So….see you folks soon…..!
Signing off..
Shaj