My Dairy....My Story

Its been nearly 10 years am writing dairy....and it seems very true that the thing you do everyday becomes a practice in your life or rather a habit.You need not make time to do that but it finds its own time.Last weekend I picked up a dairy of some years ago and was reading it...
Trust me its good...
Its like reading a journal filled with your own experiences....
Scratch your memories and try to remember what Billy Crystal said to Meg Ryan(When Hally Met Sally) or Saif Ali Khan said to Rani Mukherjee(Hum Tum)....I cant really quote from memory, but the point was, that as our life goes on, we start a 'story' with each person we meet. Some stories are long, some stories are short. Some keep going on and on after intermittent breaks - like missing chapters in a book. But there always is a story.
Whats my point?? U ask...
I had written about couple of such experiences in that dairy..
People you meet on a bus journey, and spend a day sightseeing with. People you meet while having lunch in a food court, and have a great conversation with. People you click photos for at a tourist spot, and exchange two words with.
How long do we interact with them? 10 minutes? 1 hour? 1 day?
How long will we remember them for? A day? A month? A year?
I cant say I'll always remember all these people, but I'll surely remember some of them for a long time to come. Sometimes, it doesnt take more than 10 minutes for a person to say something meaningful to you, to make you smile.. to influence your life.
So this post is to thank those people, with whom my story has been very short... whom I'll never meet again in life, but who definitely gave me a moment worth preserving.

Hurt Hurting Hurt

I dont know why I have come up with this topic...guess I am too very irritated by the worries some of my very close friends are going through.Recently I have developed an attitude where you go numb and nothing matters to you,atleast you think so.
I have heard and myself experienced that,if something good happens to your close ones then you feel happy.But from few days some close one's misfortune is making me forget mine.
Unfortunate but TRUE........

Whats the Hurry?

I touch the stones on my ears.
They remind me of happier times.
Memories are all we have, sometimes.
We go through each day, looking for precious moments to file away as memories.
Recording away furiously,
Everything needs to be done in a hurry.
Everyone thinks they have you figured out.
Someone who knows me for ten years might still not know me.
But they want to believe they know me in ten days? A month? Two?
What is the hurry?
Why is everyone in a rush?
There is no time to rest.
I am not tired of running.
I just wish sometimes, I could walk inbetween...

Finding ME

Let's go find me
in the narrow, crowded lanes
in interesting shop windows
in quaint little restaurants
and rocky, windy beaches
on hills with chinese temples
in friendly, happening clubs
in the people I meet.
Who knows? I might bump into
ME.

Wanna visit fairyland :)

I realize it has been some time since I wrote anything of consequence. It has been some time since I wrote my heart out. Reasons are many. At times my growing unwillingness to share some of my turmoil is to be blamed. At other times, my laziness to share some of the opinions I wish to, is to be blamed. But most importantly, or severely, I blame the confines of my airless office cubicle for stifling and suffocating my words these days.
Yesterday I had a pleasent dream..which is actually very rare nowadays.
No..No am not telling I get horrible dreams but I will dead tired of work that I have sound sleep...literally sound sleep LoL....
The dream was I am on a long vacation away from office.In a very beautiful place,greenry around and me am enjoying the serenity to the core.

Today I was day dreaming in the office... after effect you see....wink wink..
If this happens true then I plan to write a lot. Meaningful or meaningless. That should not matter. If and when I get internet connectivity, I might or might not publish parts of my journal / travelogue. But I will write it nonetheless.