DELETED : continued ;-)
well, I understand that people have 'doubts-n-questions-n- growing scepticism' as to why i deleted all my scraps in orkut..
there are two reasons for the suit.
Reason 1 :
Therez this friend of mine - Anadi. Known him for about 19 years now. A real gem of a person..
Now he has an unusual way of keeping in touch with his friends. He says, that to catch up on wats happening in anyones life, he simply goes thru their scrapbooks.
anadi1120 (11:30:17 AM) : when i am done with your testimonial, you'll have to promise me to do one thing
anadi1120 (11:30:53 AM): its like the dashrath-kaikeyi promise....praan jaaaye par vachan na jaaye type
cool_sugandh (1:16:35 PM): ok.. i will do that one thing..
cool_sugandh (1:16:48 PM): just that 14 yrs a lil too long for me.. please thoda reduce kar dena.!
cool_sugandh (1:16:54 PM): :D
anadi1120 (6:19:34 PM): hmmm..wat i'll ask of u will be agonizingly painful
cool_sugandh (6:19:47 PM): i am here to take the pains
cool_sugandh (6:19:56 PM): :D
anadi1120 (6:19:57 PM): :D
He often complained about the large number of scraps in my book.. most of which provided no information about wats up in my life..
ok watever..
so he asked me to reduce the scrap entries , and keep only the ones that i liked and that were apparently meaningful.
that was one reason.
(!) Reason 2:
well.. my manager marks the 'more important' emails with an exclaimation mark (!).. something which u are supposed to look at, even before ur boyfriend's mail in the inbox!..
so i have taken up this habit too :D
the year 2005 is a new beginning for me- in all aspects. i just wanted some change.
frankly, i realised that i have more no. of people in my life than the residents of Trichy! [;-)]..
although i feel great to have such a large friend circle.... i have been like that always..
but off late, i began to feel, that i had no time for myself. its only friends-friends-friends!!
i feel totally drained at the end of the day.. thinking about other people's problems.. other people's relationship hassles.. their job-stress...their love life..!
I really AM sick of it. truly.
and for a person like me, believe me, it doesnt come easily!
i basically , am the kinda person, who associates sentiments with each and every inanimate thing. right from keeping the STD fone bills from PCOs (calls made to special people), to restaurant bills with good friends( just to remember that on this date, i went to this place.. with this person.. at this time..), the bus tickets...(oh-this-is-my-last-journey-in-haryana-roadways!),
to the notes my room mate leaves for me at home..
i have more snaps in my closet, than the hair on my head.. every moment.. every day.. i am a total camera-crazy person..!
letters- cards..emails.. i just associate feelings with everything..!!
so.i am basically 'this' sub-category of cranky people..:D
sometimes it becomes very difficult to maintain this huge reservoir of memoirs!
The year 2005 - I DECIDE TO PART WITH THEM.
i need to grow up.
i have to expand my consciousness.
i do not have to treasure things simply because they depict my insecurity about everything, right from relationships to happiness.
I can just let the things be.
Its no big deal.
So, the scraps go.
the emails go.
the really old heap of cards go. (long back , as old as ,in class 1 and 2 and all.. some classmates like shikha malhotra.. sukriti sachdeva.. rashmi rustagi.. alka chawla.. aditi saraya etc.. we were great pals. and as a matter of habit, they used to give me hand made greetings on every diwali, holi, new year, even independence day !).
u know why i had treasured them this long?
I often pictured myself, sitting with my grandchildren who are troubling me to tell them abt my school and college life..
and i will want to open my old wooden almirah.. coughing..unable to walk..
one of the children will be kind enuf to help me get up from my rocking chair.... i will seek his help to find out the old rusted key of the almirah..
i will slowly unlock it... and take out packets of junk shit..
show them pictures of my college.. tell them about all my friends.. show them the collections of my life...blah blah..
then after they get bored to see their old grandma showing them some rot, they will leave..
and i will just sit near the trunk and touch those old yellow pieces of paper.. reminisce the old forgotten days..feel happy to have been thru all the bliss..
remember each and every friend of mine.. and miss the good 'ol days..
thats y.
its some silly reason. i think i need to grow past the barbie doll phase..and just learn to live in the present.
(over- explanation . i dint intend to. but it just happens .)
I am waiting for Kapil to come upto my office . He is leaving Bangalore today. Going to join Teng Associates in Chicago. I dont like it. I really dont. :-(
One good person - orkut had introduced me to.
He is a great guy. Therez 'that' one thing I appreciate in him. His being true to himself and others. Hez got way to go in life.
But I dont understand why people(not just him, but various others) want to leave India and go elsewhere.
That day , Raghu was telling me how I am spoiling my life by staying in India, yahan bahut gandagi hai and all that. and that there are no oppurtunities for growth.. and u know several such arguments..
I dont know, but if all of us will think this way.. wat is it going to lead to. Who will clean the dirt. Who will begin the revolution.
In the long run, they are all mere words. No one seems to be bothered.
may be i am talking all this, coz i dont have an oppurtunity to go abroad as of now.
its easier to say than to practise.
pata nahin.
but one must think.
one must be aware of his long term goals.
watching swades - i was in tears.
how many of us really listen to our inner voice n have the ability to go past the norms? to go past wat every one does?
how many of us?!!
we all have the herd-mentality.
but thats how it has been for long. we cant help.
i am feeling very weird suddenly.
blogging always does this to me. i end it up on lines, i never intended to write about.
and then when i see my ideas going haywire, i stop abruptly.
STOP .