I visited Gunjan's blog (The Chetant' ka dost) and was quite fascinated about the concept of discovering oneself using the blog. It made me remember my school days, when none of the days would end without me scribbling through my diary. And believe me it was much better than the usual twittering, the orkutting or the facebooking! It had the charm of any old vintage thing has in it, the constant fear of my dark secrets to get discovered, the fun of writing in it under the light of a table lamp.
And then I realized, how much I have stopped talking to myself and just listened to what people had to say. How much I have tried to love somebody and not myself. How much the assignments, the work, the office and profession has started to be important to me than the small share of joy in life. The mere pleasure of playing with snow, sneaking at 1 in the night to watch television, the late night self made Maggie treat. So today when I got an unexpected holiday ( my prof is out for a conference) I decided to share the time with me.
I wook up late (12 in the afternoon) I had big plans of going to the bank, to the bookstore to get my paycheck, library to few books. But I dropped all of them!!
Had my breakfast, listened to radio, talked with ma for like 2 hours (gosh I really adore her.), watched the water in the pool, listened to the twittering of the birds, and most importantly smiled... :)
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Nice that you did it all and then smiled..
I am happy that some way or the other because of me you started talking to yourself. (Maine credit le liya :P)
And can I be called as your friend rather than ChetanT's friend? Undoubtedly he is one of my best buddies but still I will love to read and feel it other way as well :)
Gunjan
:) Surely feels good that someone reads your blog!
And surely you have earned yourself enough credit to be in the elite member of the group- The friend.
Thanks Chayanika!
Mr. Chetan are you listening? :P
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