Why Do We Write A Diary?

I came across dis question elsewhere & thought why don’t I answer it here? Why do we write a diary, journal or say a blog for instance? Oscar Wilde has said, “I never travel without my diary – one should always have something sensational to read in the train.”

LOL.. He must have maintained a sensational diary then. I never found what I wrote in my diary to be sensational, perhaps might have been sensational from another person’s perspective. The famous may write their diaries so as to publish them on retirement & rake in all the money for their days ahead. Smart option & good for othem. But what abt the others? Could be a method to fight their loneliness, frustration or perhaps even a hobby!

For me it was (Yes, I said WAS) a way of takin some weight off my chest, my frustration most of the times. But writing all this stalked me by quite a few strangers named FEAR, GUILT & EMBARRASSMENT. FEAR of my diary being discovered. GUILT of having written things which I shouldnt have written & EMBARASSMENT at the thought of my diary being read! Flipping back on these pages of my diary always made me feel stupid.

Thankfully over the years my perspective to life has changed. I too like Oscar Wilde have figured that what U write has to be sensational, even to yourself. By maintaining this blog I’m jus obeying a simple rule of Fabulosity.

                           FaBuLoSiTy – LiVe It, LeArN iT, lOvE iT!!

Where’s My Pencil?

Another day at first grade. We were just done with the second last hour of the day. the teacher for the last hour took some time to make her entry. So we were sorta in da “when the cat is out, the mouse will play” kinda mood. Soon the teacher makes her entry, n we students quickly settle down like dust. Every1 takes out their books n pencils and I too turn to do the same. Suddenly I realise, “My pencil is missing!!” I ask the girl sitting next to me if she’d seen my pencil. My heart’s racing n this gal stares at me intently before makin up her mind to say NO. I ask all my friends sitting behind n in front of me, n i get the same reaction.. A meaningless stare n a final answer NO.

My mind was rushing with thoughts.. “Oh GOD! What’ll I do now? How’ll I copy down the notes dat teacher puts up on the blackboard?” I wonder why I never asked anyone around me for a pencil. Probably coz I’d figured nobody really has an extra pencil by the end of da day .

With thoughts still rushing in my mind, I lift my hand to put the hair fallin on my right cheek behind my ear. I felt something, My Pencil!! I had subconciously fixed da pencil on my ear the moment the previous hour’s teacher left and was lost in playing with my friends. Of all places around me, why did I place it on my ear? Well… There was some carpentry work going on at my place and I’d observed the carpenters using pencils to mark on wood n later placing it on their ears, n I’d enacted them without even realizin it.. No wonder I got the stare!!