Why blog

I was thinking why even write a blog? I mean what's the purpose? Some people write for a specific purpose. A certain topic. But I wouldn't know what topic to pick. I really don't have one. Then I thought about it, and thought let me do what I do best- Be random. Not for a specific audience. For anyone or no one. It doesn't matter, who reads it or doesn't. It's really for me. To know myself better. And I could write a private diary instead. But then this could leave a chronicle, a story behind, if something were to happen to me. I don't know. I am just doing this Cause right now, at this point of time, I feel like doing it. No other point really. 

My first Compact Disc

I stumbled upon the first CD (Compact Disc) I owned, and I remembered things connected with it. My friend from school had gifted me on one of my birthdays. And all my favourite songs from school were in it- Celine Dion, Boyzone and Westlife. An awesome feeling, all memories pouring in! Especially music is such a thing, that you instantly connect certain music to certain incidents and certain people you met. And this is exactly what's happening now. Nostalgia striking. A great THANK YOU to my friend who gave me that. It was a great thought- to gift me music, and this was probably in Grade 5 or 4. And I remember till now! She probably doesn't know it- But she created a great mark in my mind, for sure. 

More than just flowery words

I happened to remember a old friend (maybe oldest) of mine today from school. It's strange how certain things that happen remind you of a particular person. There was a specific thing about her that I always used to wonder about.That how she used to be effective by not saying very much. People say that about me sometimes, But then she was even more so like that. She was very good in academics (which I never was), and used to stand first almost everytime. We were best of pals for a very very long time, ever since I can remember school. Once I read her English answer paper, in which she had got the highest marks, and realised she used not a single big word, nor any complex sentences, just simple straight sentences. They conveyed exactly what she wanted to say. I found that pretty great. And it was like that in her relationships also- subtle.I knew from then on, that it's not just about flowery words, which reach out, most often they don't. I learnt from her, the power of simplicity. And being yourself.

This post is for her, If she ever reads it- She will know.