Hi I am Rakesh
It’s very dark now and I feel very bored. One of the “don’t know what to do” nights. So I thought of implementing my long thought idea of writing a blog. So here comes my first blog.
I am really a shy guy who doesn’t do much talking when you see me first time (only on the first few meetings). I am not exactly what I seem to be. Most my friends always regretted why they thought me as a nice, good guy at our first meeting. Even though I am not much expressive, I always wanted to express myself, to share my experiences to others - just like we share the scenes we loved so much after seeing a movie. Those experiences - good, bad, small, big… Those which are part of my life, make my life… Those subtle and small things we have everyday. Those that make me, make each one of us special, unique and different. Usually I don’t feel the importance of those things till I missed them. We all have those moments. I have those moments too…
I don’t know what type of person I am. Sometimes I feel good about myself, sometimes bad and sometimes different. But what I am right now is the collection of my experiences I had till now and my interpretations on them. I will share some of those starting from this blog.
I don’t know why I got this idea of expressing myself… But I hope it will make me travel back into my life and bring some valuable memories… and will allow me to share those favorite scenes of my life with my friends…
Thanks for being with me till the end…
Thanks for your time…
Your comments are most welcome…
Meet you sooner
With love
Rakesh
Just some Scribbling
The sweetness The bitterness
The sourness The Ups The Downs
Sometimes killing me…
Sometimes tickling me till I get tears…
The love The hatred
I cry it… I laugh it…
It’s My Life. I will never regret it…
I will try to live its fullest…
Please Note: Its been 10 years since i wrote this blog. Reading it again now, i feel some parts of it are embarrassing and silly. But i am leaving it, since it seems beautiful somehow.
I am really a shy guy who doesn’t do much talking when you see me first time (only on the first few meetings). I am not exactly what I seem to be. Most my friends always regretted why they thought me as a nice, good guy at our first meeting. Even though I am not much expressive, I always wanted to express myself, to share my experiences to others - just like we share the scenes we loved so much after seeing a movie. Those experiences - good, bad, small, big… Those which are part of my life, make my life… Those subtle and small things we have everyday. Those that make me, make each one of us special, unique and different. Usually I don’t feel the importance of those things till I missed them. We all have those moments. I have those moments too…
- Like sleeping in my dearest friend’s lap and hearing his entertaining mimicries
- Like lying down with hands behind my head at the top floor of my apartment and watching the clouds move
- Like stretching my hands and feeling the first drops of rain from the sky
- Like discussing with my friends on why we are still a virgin at 24?
- Like getting drunk and dancing for hours with my friends in college festivals
- Like cutting my office, going to a movie and getting to attend a call from my manager and getting busted
- Like the first proposal to a gal
- Like the first rejection by the one I love more than anything
- Like getting tears when I miss someone
- Like frightening my mother that I will come with a US gal when I return back from onsite
- Like lying to my friends that I had a love affair
- Like the thrill in viewing my first B film
- Like my repetitive swearing that I will go to the gym current week
- Like the moment, when I broke my grandpa’s head while playing cricket
- Like my first attempt to write a poem
- Like the first gift I received for the poem from my Tamil teacher
- Like eating madly till I am about to puke in my Friend’s treat
- Like feeling the first smell of the soil when it rains
- Like getting mad at my enemy like killing him
- Like getting caught by a Mama in traffic and getting abusive scolding
- Like getting caught by your father when you are drunk
- Like getting mad at my inability to change things
- Like the moment of fear in my first Campus interview
- Like getting crazy idea to cook by myself and eating it (hard part) And also forcing my reluctant roommates to eat it…
- Like experiencing the silence of the night lonely
I don’t know what type of person I am. Sometimes I feel good about myself, sometimes bad and sometimes different. But what I am right now is the collection of my experiences I had till now and my interpretations on them. I will share some of those starting from this blog.
I don’t know why I got this idea of expressing myself… But I hope it will make me travel back into my life and bring some valuable memories… and will allow me to share those favorite scenes of my life with my friends…
Thanks for being with me till the end…
Thanks for your time…
Your comments are most welcome…
Meet you sooner
With love
Rakesh
Just some Scribbling
The sweetness The bitterness
The sourness The Ups The Downs
Sometimes killing me…
Sometimes tickling me till I get tears…
The love The hatred
I cry it… I laugh it…
It’s My Life. I will never regret it…
I will try to live its fullest…
Please Note: Its been 10 years since i wrote this blog. Reading it again now, i feel some parts of it are embarrassing and silly. But i am leaving it, since it seems beautiful somehow.
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