I love writing but i love it more when i am in bad mood and these days i am in super bad mood.
in almost 15 days i have my annual exam so as usual after watching a movie i started study.
after 2-3 hours i felt tired and start surfing some random blogs and go through a blog which is actually some diary kind of blog. a daily diary and it have some really small but full with life moments that make me realize i have my old diaries too. almost 8-9 diaries, i quit writing diaries after 2008 when my first laptop and my first uncompleted book stolen.
after that i start writing poetry, articles and developed some new style of writing but never tried to write daily diary again.
now when i read that diary type blog i take out my diaries from my closet and start reading it. it was a great fun seems like all the things running like a cinema reel in front of me. all the good and bad memories when i was in class 10 and first time try my hand in writing. i start sharing my stuff after almost 10 years in 2008. so the idea to write my diary all over again strikes me.
the innocent life of a school going boy, a story of unspoken love, a world without cell phone, laptop but full with real friends. when the day pass with playing cricket and talking about football or video game.
when we eagerly wait to go to the tuition so that we can see some girls ,otherwise as a student of a boys school girls and dinosaur both are equal for us.
the race on cycle ,playing antakshari when power cut. no demands for branded clothes or hi tech gadgets.
i still miss the innocent ignorance. now i have cellphone laptop all the latest gadgets but now everything become fake in virtual world and it's really difficult for a non materialistic and old fashioned person like me to cope with this fast moving world . where i have days without speaking a word where i have no one to share but i am not complaining i am happy in my own world. where i can talk to stars nature books in short i am in a relationship with life.
Things things things why everyone talks about things i hate everything
from Into the wild
in almost 15 days i have my annual exam so as usual after watching a movie i started study.
after 2-3 hours i felt tired and start surfing some random blogs and go through a blog which is actually some diary kind of blog. a daily diary and it have some really small but full with life moments that make me realize i have my old diaries too. almost 8-9 diaries, i quit writing diaries after 2008 when my first laptop and my first uncompleted book stolen.
after that i start writing poetry, articles and developed some new style of writing but never tried to write daily diary again.
now when i read that diary type blog i take out my diaries from my closet and start reading it. it was a great fun seems like all the things running like a cinema reel in front of me. all the good and bad memories when i was in class 10 and first time try my hand in writing. i start sharing my stuff after almost 10 years in 2008. so the idea to write my diary all over again strikes me.
the innocent life of a school going boy, a story of unspoken love, a world without cell phone, laptop but full with real friends. when the day pass with playing cricket and talking about football or video game.
when we eagerly wait to go to the tuition so that we can see some girls ,otherwise as a student of a boys school girls and dinosaur both are equal for us.
the race on cycle ,playing antakshari when power cut. no demands for branded clothes or hi tech gadgets.
i still miss the innocent ignorance. now i have cellphone laptop all the latest gadgets but now everything become fake in virtual world and it's really difficult for a non materialistic and old fashioned person like me to cope with this fast moving world . where i have days without speaking a word where i have no one to share but i am not complaining i am happy in my own world. where i can talk to stars nature books in short i am in a relationship with life.
Things things things why everyone talks about things i hate everything
from Into the wild
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