Dipped in my heart, the nib writes - (Blog-a-ton 6)


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I was a very carefree careless tiny girl, but my antics would have even threatened to tremble the Indra Lok, just like it is always trembling in Mahabharata. Of all the earthly and unearthly things that I was expert at, writing was something that didnt match my crazy-bossy girl persona. But still I wrote. Wrote about day to day atrocities I was subjected -  how brother would snatch the last strand of Maggi from my plate  , how Mom would make me drink the torturous glass of milk and how sister would secretly eat all the sweet snowballs. Flooding my diary with tears, my shaking hand would write about all these injustice that I was subjected to . That was 15 years ago.

And then "Mai Khiladi tu Anadi" happened. Akshay looked fabulous. "Jab bhi koi ladaki dekhu" song would keep echoing in my 11 year old mind. I begged and pleaded Dad to let us watch the movie, but dad being Dad bluntly refused. That night with watery eyes, quivering lips and shivering fingers, I wrote a letter to God, complaining about the parents he has created for me. With sorrow dripping from each word or so I thought, I was confident that my letter would have lead to some serious thundering in heaven and God would be pacing up and down in restlessness, melted by my pityful state he would reincarnate to save this sweet little girl in distress. Well, I did watch the movie, after 10 years though.

Love too happened, or maybe it was crush. But too scared of the peeping-Sherlock-holmes-inspired siblings, I wrote in secret codes that would had made Dan Brown look like an illiterate, which later on even I was not able to decipher. Those words were formed by the first rush of hormones, the butterflies now flutter between the numerous pages, some rubbed with tears some still glowing with smiles.

In lonely nights when the moon howled, the chill outside shivered from the cold heart throbbing within me, I came to realise that the Heart is the weakest organ we are bestowed it. Breaks so easily and hard to mend. I needed a new vocabulory, the expletive ones that are usually hidden beneath beep beep, to express the emotions of betrayal and negligence. My poor diary displayed some really angry facets of my personality. Yes, even now I am confident that the throne of God would shake and tremble if ever I go through the pages again.

Rummaging through the memories in those black letters, carved by a nib dipped in my heart, I could see a tiny pony tailed girl beating the boys with a broom, an adolescent fighting for more freedom, an-aspiring-class-topper dozing on Math's books- four hours before the examination, a lonely soul sharing its solitude with the moon, a peppy happy soul forced by roomie to wear matching high heels.

Through those words I could see the real ME.





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44 comments:

  1. Liked it, its something almost everyone goes through. You bound those experiences very beautiful words

    Shahid

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  2. Growing pains and the escape via writing. Nicely done.

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  3. good one well written I specially loved the last two no actually three paras the most :)

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  4. Very nice specially the ending para. Lovely.

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  5. awesomee...
    I'd like too see some those old journals of u.... :P

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  6. Hey nice journey through the stages of life :) Could identify with most of it :)

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  7. wwwoooww.....
    awesome words princess...
    a lovely memoir of the years gone by describing everything from the innermost fears to anger...turmoil.. superbly depicted dear...

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  8. excellent words...i man... i definately remember jab bhi koi larki dekhu...lovely...:D

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  9. The company of words/writing is very well expressed.

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  10. Oooh! I could relate to it!! Very heartwarming! :)
    Cheers :)

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  11. Well expressed! Its life through the phases of testing and experimentation.

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  12. I do not write diary but I surely understand what you mean by you see the real you.
    Nice post. :)

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  13. Nostalgia is a bitter sweet stuff and you made me travel back in time and and got me thinking of my own growing up days :) Could relate to it :) Good luck with BATOM 6!

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  14. That was a fabulous write-up, Rajlakshmi. Very funny and full of nostalgia. There are some superb one liners which I loved - that would have made DAn Brown look like an illiterate, etc., :-)
    All the best!

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  15. Wow..I could relate to you. How I went ga-ga over Akshay Kumar and didnt miss single chance of watching "Churake Dil Mera" on TV...and then the crush...wow that was one heck of nostalgic post.

    Good one

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  16. Human thoughts are complicated and ambiguous yet they are unique! Putting them to words understandable by other humans is a quality that makes a mark! Beautiful use of words... Loved the way you describe. esp. pen dipped into the heart.... sounds very intriguing! Keep up the good work! Your writing is unique!

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  17. All the experiment you have done to express yourself are written so simply.And in the last para you write the revealations about yourself so unselfconsiously!Really nice post!

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  18. Nostalgia about growing pains is a deja-vu for all. I'm sure every one of your readers could relate to many things you describe so well.

    I'm still smiling at Sherlock Holmes inspired siblings and Dan Brown illiterate reference. Looks like the little pony tailed girl knows how to write and write well at that ; the pen was sure dipped in heart :-)

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  19. feelings poured down straight from your heart....
    lovely...

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  20. Nicely written about growing pains.

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  21. Your words have definitely spoken for your creativity. You wove a great composition with your words...
    Loved it!

    Good luck for BATOM6! :)

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  22. Hats off to your creativity! I don write diaries, but still, the last strand of maggie is something that happens to me often with my sis, even now :P

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  23. @Shahid
    @Madhu
    thank you so much :D
    welcome to my blog :)

    @Harsh
    so glad you liked them
    thanks a lot :D

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  24. @Megha
    thanks a lot :D

    @Narendra
    I definately won't show you those :P hehehe
    thanks :D

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  25. @Vijay
    hey glad to see you here
    thanks a lot :D

    @Megz
    wowieee...
    thank you madamji :D

    @Dreamer
    thanks a lot :D and welcome to my blog :)

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  26. @Sid
    @Aativas
    @Shilpa
    @Alphie
    thank you so much :D
    glad to have you here :)

    @Abhishek
    //phases of testing and experimentation. // hehehe IT guys you r it seems :P
    thanks a lot :D

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  27. @Sumit
    @Netra
    @Puspee
    thank you so much :)

    @Raksha
    its these memories that still spice up life :)
    thanks a lot :D

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  28. @Karthik
    glad that you liked them
    thanks a lot :D

    @Insignia
    there was such a craze for those akshay's songs :P
    thanks a lot :D

    @Just another
    thanks a lot :D

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  29. @Neeraj
    @Mak
    @Pra
    thank you so much :D

    @Madhu
    thank you so much for such a sweet comment :)
    that was really very encouraging :)

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  30. @Geeta
    @SG
    @Gkam
    @Shruti
    thank you so much :D

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  31. The change that happens in us in the process of growing up - brought out really well..
    When you go back recalling the moments, am sure you realize that the smiling moments when recalled makes you a shed a tear and the tearful moments recalled makes us smile about how stupid we had been to have cried then over it
    :)

    am sure you felt good writing this post recalling the real YOU
    and we sure enjoyed reading this one.

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  32. Great post... I could so feel each and every word you wrote. Life without writing would not be same .. it is such a good way to vent both good and bad feelings.

    Regards,


    PS:First time here and I am glad I came here!!

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  33. @Tuppence
    ya I was actually smiling while wrtiting this... it felt good :)
    glad you liked it too
    thanks a lot :D

    @Mahesh
    @the west wind
    thanks a lot :D

    I welcome you to my blog :)

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  34. Girl, that was some great writing! I truly enjoyed reading from the beginning till end. Lovely and straight from the heart!

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  35. "Flooding my diary with tears, my shaking hand would write about all these injustice that I was subjected to . "
    how do you do it... I dont usually write much for the fear of people reading it and knowing the real me...yeah maybe..


    " Well, I did watch the movie, after 10 years though."
    must have felt really good...


    "Those words were formed by the first rush of hormones, the butterflies now flutter between the numerous pages, some rubbed with tears some still glowing with smiles."
    those thoughts of so called 1st love or 1st crush always bring back nostalgic memoreis..


    "Through those words I could see the real ME."

    cheers ..very good post...keep blogging

    adios..

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  36. @Lena
    thank you so much :D
    glad to see you here :)


    @Sankoobaba
    thank you so much :D
    welcome to my space :D

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