Something New...

There is always some something, or some someone with which(who) you run along in a perfectly parallel frequency, almost in unison. You give a lot and take back, just the joy of giving. Some humans find verbal give/take-back, their primary mode of communication and as for the fewer rest, visible words as in writing, seems far more ethereal and has a stronger impact. It's much less evasive and within their comfort zone. I belong here!

On a deeper insight, I analyzed that I don't write every event of the day with the minutest details. In fact, I have never owned a journal, just the fear of being read, overcame my desire to document my life so far. Just those few trivial moments reflecting on materialistic joy and unrealistic poetry occur in some pages of a notebook. These few words had more of exaggerated romance-spun-up tales that was not in much agreement with reality. It was not a case of 'never', but just 'rare'. Also to remind myself, there was never-and let me ascertain its credibility..NEVER,not once-a living human in whatever I wrote. Simply put-I never wrote about anybody! None-I felt-deserved the worth to be written about. I wasn't ready to fool myself by writing false emotions. There was also this disturbing theory, I held, which was:nothing could ever be written without false poetry. The truth should have an essential coat of fabrication-which thereby nullifies the very quality of 'truth'.

So I chose to not document my life.

 But, fate it seems had other plans. It made some sort of a deal with the strike of 2011!

Someone was destined to make an entry into my life to bring about a change. And here I am, sitting beside my very own journal-a nondescript physique, its contents-plain and having a strict adherence to truth, devoid of synthesized poetry. And it keeps growing daily...

For once in my life, I feel totally content and satisfied. These pages I keep creating, stand a true evidence of all that there ever was and all that we are yet to visit, in the lone lane of memories...

         The Return…

'The Present' just turned out to be a simple couple of days plus a year later. To say that I was a bit engaged with 'other things that required my immediate attention than blogging' would be like doing injustice to reality. But it's not entirely made-up. Being a sophomore was and will remain the best part of my college life. It's not something worth rationalizing or arguing about(well..if you're asking who..its me that's designing insignificant questions and wasting a clockful of time arguing about it with myself). Things just seemed to be at serene rest. Life was like the crazed-out bachelor who has nothing to worry about and nobody to question you-but wait! I'm indeed one, just a female version of the 'crazed-out bachelor', if you might call it. College was fun in its own freaky way. Just that I very rarely visited that place, they call 'college'. I had my own share of issues at college-nonetheless-they weighed incomparably silly to the fun, laughter and galatta. Wait, they were too insignificant I'm going to take back what I said :D! So it began and ended in the blink of an eye. It was all like the bland, meaningless crap one speaks when one is high. All, but a few-the real few humans and my encounters with them- were meaningless. These collective few might have seemed to be harmless and meaningless on the surface. Maybe the reason why i overruled them. But hell, a Trojan horse is a Trojan horse. Other than those handful, the world was at peace, or much coherently-like a simple straight line-no crests, no troughs-just a friggin' straight line. (Beware reader! I might carry a lot of contradictions as i go.)

Then, 2011 happened. And it sure rocked the boat. That, it did! A few many revelations hit my head and well, collectively, or to throw in a cliché-'things changed'. And now that I am well over those high-times during my second year at college and now that I can't call myself a freak-out, fun-loving sophomore-revamping and dusting-off my blog-making a return...