Monday, December 22, 2008

22nd, Dec 2008
You know that feeling, when you feel really really realllllllyyyyy pissed off???? well, that's how I'm feeling right now!!!
There doesn't seem anything, absolutely anything that I do that pleases everyone around me and just for a change, keeps their traps shut!!!
Almost everyone wants a part of me, wants me to do something for them or just wants me to do something that I don't have the time to finish!! and since I don't finish it, they sulk!!
I'm so sick and tired of this that I really don't want to do anything anymore. Was reading 'Atlas Shrugged' and could identify a little with Hank Rearden. How the hell does one live with people who have a totall disregard for one's work most of the time?? I love my work but these people just don't let me enjoy it in peace!!! Oh, when will I grow old enough to move out into my own studio appartment??? When will I get the peace of being in my own company for a change? Whenever it wil be, It can't be soon enough....... 

Friday, December 19, 2008

Miracles happen....

20th Dec, 2008
I missed yesterday's bolg, but had good reason for that....
You know, I've believed in miracles. I knew that if you wished for something right from the bottom of your heart with all the strength of will that you possess and have faith in your wish, it comes true.... But there has never been a time when I've suddenly come so close to miracles ever before.... Now, I know for a fact that things happen because someone somewhere is writing a script keeping all the characters in mind.... and everything happens because it plays some role somewhere. even stumbling on a pavement stone or missing a train is part of a larger scheme... but we seem so engrossed in our own little worlds, that we fail to recognise the wheels of the Big Machine turning. We hardly notice the intricate steps of the cosmic dance to admire it's beauty... maybe we are too small to even be able to percieve any segment of the whole show... let alone the whole performance.....
and though I am unable to get the whole Big Idea that's lurking somewhere, I'm just thankful that it exists and this whole affair of Life is not just a random jumble of happenings.....
Don't believe in 'God' presay, but there definitely is something out there... Some one, some thing, magic, Belief.... I don't know... 
Just want Whatever it is to know....
I'm thankful that it's there...

Thursday, December 18, 2008

18th Dec, 2008
Late again tonight. I guess I write every log page in the middle of the night.... Am way too tired to type out all that I want to... but I promis I'll do it tomorrow...
ok??

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Hectic!! But fun!!

No jokes! I'm thriving on the hectic days!! I absolutely love it!!
Today was a run! I left house in the morning and headed for St. Xavier's college. Collected some breakthrough CD's from Prof. Bhatia (that charming lady!!) and took some contact details from her. Then went and spoke to the director of the Xavier's Institute of Communication about screening in their department. Then went to college and attended Reena Ma'am and Sarika Ma'am's lectures. After that, went down to Lower Parel to the office and picked up some books to be returned to the American Library. Went to the library at churchgate and did the needful. Then headed for bandra where I was supposed to meet Shinoy, and Becky at Becky's place... But they left house to leave for Goregaon. So I met them near the Bandra station for some food. Then they left and I waited for mom to come as we were gonna go buy some decent formals for me. till she came, I fell off to sleep as I sat on the bench at the station and a police woman came to wake me up since I had a large bag with me and she found it suspicious. I told her that I was waiting for my mom and she smiled n left!!! Then mom came and we went to get some really nice stuff. I got a formal skirt and top after a lot of try outs. And mom got other stuff too. 
Then we left and came home. And after an awesome dinner and a game of badminton with my sis, I'm here on the comp writing my blog..... when I'm supposed to be in bed...
so I'd better go...
Good Night!!

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Talking of nice days...

16th Dec, 2008
It was a beautiful day, to say the least about it... Firstly, began quite late (I think I'm getting into the habit!!! BAD!!!) went to college at 10.30 and attended but one lecture. Reena Ma'am's lecture in Organisational Behaviour. Then did a little work. I've been a little guilty over the last few days cause Rashmi has taken so ill, a lot of it being due to stress and that made me do a little more of my job today. Poor her... I hope she recovers fast.... 
Then went around the town with Nikita and Nidhi. Went to Jai Hind college with Garima and Nikita first to get our certificates and stuff for Detour. Then went to have fresh sliced strawberries with malai ice cream at naturals... was awesome!!! 
Then Garima went to her hostel room and I went with Nikita to Roopmilan cause she had to select a saree for her bhabhi. Once that was done, (and nidhi joined us there) we went out to Nikita's hostel room and spent some time as she showed us around the hostel. Then after loitering around for sometime, we left for our respective places. And I came home... well, that was about all that I did. came home and did a little work online. So here I am now... 
well, some notes for the day: Nikita's hostel seemed brilliant!!! I will try to live in one someday... And Fresh strawberry slices with malai ice cream taste heavenly!!!!!

so more at a later date...

Monday, December 15, 2008

A Whole New Week.....

15th Dec, 2008,
There are good days, bad days, and then there are 'mix bag' days. Today was a 'mix bag' day. I had a pinch of problems, a dash of fun, a pint of sleep (!!!!) and little spoonfuls of almost every other things that life has to offer. That included some pain, a little anguish and anger too. But I guess that is what makes the day worth living. It is days like this one that I will look back upon and think... 'Man! What a life I've lived!!' 
You know, people think falling in love is beautiful..... I found out at my own expense (twice) that it isn't. Especially when the person that you are in love with is not in love with you..... So the only way to be out of the heart break that results from such a thing is to fall in love with someone who already loves you.... and we all have that one person.... Ourselves!!! So the best bet is to fall in love with yourself and do everything that the 'self' wants you to!! Can you think of a better relationship?? Well, I can't and I think I'll keep it up this way. Safe. And Beautiful.....

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Beautiful Sunday....

14th Dec, 2008
If you would have told me around two years ago that there will come a time when I'll be so packed with work that I won't have even sundays free, I'd have laughed at you.  And if you'd have said that despite all the busy schedule, I would enjoy it, I'd have asked you to apply for a stand up comedy contest. And if I would have done any of that, I'd have had to eat my own words and laughter...... Not only are my days jam packed and my sundays more eventful than ever, I discovered that I'm actually thriving on all that! I'm enjoying every part of the life that I'm now leading. Simply because all that I do makes sense to me. If all the work would have been studies, like some doctors-to-be and engineers-to-be do during a day, I'd have either killed myself, or someone else. What I'm doing is much much more productive and satisfying. and I love it. 

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Another day...

13th Dec, 2008
Another day is here and gone. Another page turned. Another lesson learnt. 
Began with a lecture in 'Print' by a new professor who told us of the syllabus and it seemed technical but interesting. Then I headed for the Nirmala Niketan college for Social Work with Rachel and Vallari. The students and staff there had come up with this thing. Volunteers would connect with victims or families and understand all their needs. Financial, Psychological, Emotional, etc etc etc... Seemed a more pro active way of handling the sort of anger that I was feeling post the attacks along with the fact that I'd be able to make someone a little more comfortable with their life. So I volunteered. I am looking forward to working for this. Then again, I will be working with another group of people as I think I'd mentioned earlier. We are working towards coming up with a few solutions as far as governance is concerned. I hope all this goes somewhere....
Well, then after that we headed for some work at Andheri. We were thinking to do our project later but we were so tired, we decided to do it later. So I came home and tried to sleep for some time. However, my parents were back from a family function and had the usual family news so I heard them, gave my comments and then was too restless to go to sleep. So then i came online for a while and checked my mail, Facebook, etc... 
But then all of a sudden I felt so drowsy, I got off and went to take a nap. When I opened my eyes, I realized it was 9 and for a wild moment thought it was 9  the next morning. Which would mean I'd missed the sunday lecture at college and I rolled in my bed, upset. Then i looked out the window and saw that it was still dark and registered that it was 9 in the evening!! Then my sis told me that the movie download that I'd started was complete. It was Cinderella that I'd been trying to get for sometime.  Finally, I saw the movie tonight after almost a decade. I remember, I had seen that one around a billion times when I was a kid. I loved seeing it today!!!

but somewhere, a skepticism, or whatever it was, lingered. It was this movie that had brought the idea of the 'Ideal' man into my head. And as of now, I haven't come across any one who could play that role in the movie of my life and it suddenly filled me with a sense of sadness... hopelessness. I will never have a fairy god mother who will wave her wand and make life so easy for me. I will have to take the hard way. And about Prince Charming, well, the little I spoke of it, the better.... 

And now, as I'm getting ready, this is the though that I'm carrying with me: There are those who's life has been really unfair to them. My time is better utilised trying to get them to come to terms with it and cope. That is what I will do. And as for Prince Charming, I'm not too desperate but not too hopefull either. Let him come in his own sweet time if he ever intends to make an appearance, that is. Till then, I'll be on my way....
Good Night!!

Thursday, December 11, 2008

A New Beginning...

Well, i've neglected blogging for a while now.... and since i've not been writing too much, not much to put up either. however, since i've called this blog 'penning it down' thought i'd convert it into a sort of online diary..... and since a lot has happened and a lot is about to happen in my life, thought this would be a lovely time to start....

i'll be tryin my level best to put on something every day...

beginning with today.
12th Dec. 2008

well, a few things that happened in the last few days. 

 On the 26th of last month Mumbai was held at gun point by a hand full of men yet again... 
that sort of changed a lot. In me and in the city. Nothing is the same anymore. Even those who say 'kya farak padhta hai?' know somewhere deep in their hearts that something has changed and something new is coming. I just hope, that this time, that feeling of change is not a hoax call. I hope that we do something this time. 
Anand Sivkumaran, The scriptwriter with whom I worked for a short time recently, was one of the people who wanted to do something. So I've joined him and all his colleagues, friends, associates and random others to try and figure out where do we go from here. It is interesting to say the least. We meet, we plan some work, disperse with some homework to do and come back to pool in our information. 
We've come to one agreement though. It is all nice and fancy to talk about wanting to change, to do something, to bring about a revolution, to change the system etc etc etc.... it feels good to hear..
but if we really intend to do something, then it is with ourselves that we must begin.
Remember the story we were told in our school? About the man, in order to keep his son occupied, gives him pieces of a world map and asks him to stick them together. The son returns in minutes with the whole thing in place and held together by sticking tape. When asked how did he manage to get it so fast, he said that on the reverse of the map, was a human body. He put the man together and automaticaly, the world made itself up. 
This story has a ressonance in my life today. No matter how hard boiled my determination is, it can't counter the shreads of life that we have inherited. If there is something that I can change, it will be myself. if I change and do what i am supposed to, then everything else will fall in place. If I am clean, so will my country be. The change begins from me. 
So here I begin, to declare that I know that I have wronged at several places but from now on, I will be clean. 


Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Arena

(known to self and others)

giving, helpful, loving, sentimental

Blind Spot

(known only to others)

able, bold, brave, caring, clever, energetic, intelligent, kind, observant, quiet, trustworthy, witty

Fa├žade

(known only to self)

friendly, warm

Unknown

(known to nobody)

accepting, adaptable, calm, cheerful, complex, confident, dependable, dignified, extroverted, happy, idealistic, independent, ingenious, introverted, knowledgeable, logical, mature, modest, nervous, organised, patient, powerful, proud, reflective, relaxed, religious, responsive, searching, self-assertive, self-conscious, sensible, shy, silly, spontaneous, sympathetic, tense, wise

Dominant Traits

75% of people think that miilee is energetic

All Percentages

able (25%) accepting (0%) adaptable (0%) bold (50%) brave (25%) calm (0%) caring (50%) cheerful (0%) clever (25%) complex (0%) confident (0%) dependable (0%) dignified (0%) energetic (75%) extroverted (0%) friendly (0%) giving (25%) happy (0%) helpful (25%) idealistic (0%) independent (0%) ingenious (0%) intelligent (25%) introverted (0%) kind (50%) knowledgeable (0%) logical (0%) loving (50%) mature (0%) modest (0%) nervous (0%) observant (25%) organised (0%) patient (0%) powerful (0%) proud (0%) quiet (25%) reflective (0%) relaxed (0%) religious (0%) responsive (0%) searching (0%) self-assertive (0%) self-conscious (0%) sensible (0%) sentimental (50%) shy (0%) silly (0%) spontaneous (0%) sympathetic (0%) tense (0%) trustworthy (50%) warm (0%) wise (0%) witty (25%)

Created by the Interactive Johari Window on 7.10.2008, using data from 4 respondents.
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Friday, June 13, 2008

Whom are we kidding??


"Lifting The Mask Off Child Labour" read the title of the photograph in the paper today. The image showed several kids with masks that had, "Stop Child Labour" written on the forehead. Below, the caption read of how school students had held a rally to celebrate the World Day Against Child Labour. In another corner of the page, the paper declared how the working conditions of the kids on TV were being brought under the scanner. Good! I said to myself. We were finally going somewhere! There was some action being taken! Mentally, I patted my back and the backs of all those who were even remotely concerned about the issue. Finally, all our concern and raising of voices was going somewhere! Feeling very proud and extremely satisfied, I made to turn the page, a smile on my lips.
Just then, a sharp voice rammed onto my eardrums, as the lady next to me in the local train screamed,
"Arrey! Kya kar raha hai? Mera dupatta kharab kar diya!" (What are you doing? You've spoilt my dupatta!)With a scorn fit for the devil distorting her heavily made up features, she turned to a little figure standing in the aisle.
There stood a little boy, no more than 5 years old. Drab, extremely dirty clothes cladding an even dirtier body. There was a thick layer of grime on the little face. On careful scrutiny, one could have spotted tear marks which were covered with another layer of the city's faithful dust. Two large brown eyes were peering back at the lady, a tiny hand which had been indulging in the criminal act of tugging at her expensively laundered dupatta hung limply by his side. The other slightly curled fingers were semi extended in a gesture of begging; a sort of involuntary reflex inculcated in him since birth.
The eyes, even on being incriminated were hardly guilty; they were too busy begging. He looked up at each of us in turn, extending his little arm almost robotically.

He didn’t go to tug any more dupattas; instead, he tried tugging at the heartstrings. Unfortunately, they too were stiff from expensive laundry.He looked at me. I gazed back at the little child, and the paper in my hand seemed to be a mockery.
All the pride, joy and satisfaction that had been grinning on my lips, slipped away. And anguish filled me. Action was being taken? Changes were happening? Where? Definitely not here. Not for this little kid. We were getting rid of child labour..... That’s well and fine and really good for us.

But what about this child? When will he get rid of it?Lifting The Mask Off Child Labour?? Please! Whom are we kidding?

Sunday, March 30, 2008

My Computer!!

ah well, this is a story i had written when i was in my tenth standard......

chk it out....

My computer….
I have always liked maintaining a diary. I like to keep an account of all that I do, all that I think, my views, my opinions…. I often return to these records of mine to review my past. To look back and examine the changes that I have gone through. My day never ended without making an entry in my diary. Many a times, when I would be too tired to write anything, or when nothing special took place, I would simply write something like…
“Don’t have stamina to write anything today. Had a very long day.”
Or…..
“Had a long but uneventful day today, so nothing much to put down.”
Many other times, I would fill in pages after pages, putting down my thoughts on paper as fast as I can.
This had been ritual with me for some years. This had to stop abruptly, however, a few years ago, when one of my nasty classmate came across my diary. To my mortification, she was soon reading out extracts from it to all her giggly friends. Within days, I started dreading going to school. But like all other school excitements, everybody soon lost interest in this sadistic new trend of teasing me. With time, they found another victim and I was soon forgotten.
But I had learnt my lesson. I swore to myself, never to put down anything on paper that I won't like getting read in public. I stopped writing a diary. But my personality started suffering. I started becoming grumpy, irritable and touchy. My diary had been giving me an opportunity to express my self in ways that I wanted to. I could write down everything that I felt. Now with that gone, I started burying my emotions, reactions and opinions deep inside me. But soon, the pressure started to take its toll on me. I had become a person who I was not. I had become someone, who was far from the real me. Realizing it, I started hating this new me. But that didn’t help either. It made me even more moody, and the once joyous child turned to an uncompanionably moody little girl.
Then one day, we got a computer at my place. I had learnt to use it at school. I was happy that I could use it better than most at home. Mom, dad, and my grand parents were worse than most at it, completely lacking any inquisitiveness or zeal to learn to use this new miracle of technology that sat contentedly on my desk now.
It suddenly dawned upon me that salvation had arrived for me. I could very easily resume my practice of recording my life, without the risk of having it falling into the wrong hands. I opened my personal account, started the word processor and sat there, wondering how to start. Writing to a book had seemed neat, convenient, and logical because so many people did it. How was one to write to a computer? Even as I thought about it, the idea seemed to be a mockery. “Dear diary,” had seemed so easy and convenient. On the other hand, “dear computer,” sounded really silly.
Then I remembered something I had read. Anne Frank, the girl who, during the holocaust had recorded her life in her diary, had addressed her diary as “kitty”, assuming that “kitty” was a friend and that she was confiding in her via letters. So even I thought of “writing to a friend” rather than just “typing my diary entry.”
Here, I would like to mention that I had always had a secret wish since my childhood, of having an elder brother. So I decided to write to my “dear brother” and I started right away.
Within no time, I started becoming the sociable girl that I was before that fateful incident almost a year ago. I welcomed my old self with open arms, like a long lost friend. I became expressive, fun to be with, like I was. I liked it, and so did everybody else. I befriended loads of people. Life became a song and I sang it with gusto, relishing every note. I was sure that I could handle anything that fate decided to through my way.
I found great pleasure, to write to my patient “brother” each night. I liked signing off as “your lil’ sis”. Then one day, I had a row with my mom over something really silly. She had told me to set the table for dinner. I had done so. Then, after dinner, when the kitchen was to be cleaned up, I requested her to ask my younger sister to do the needful, so that I could finish off some work that I had started earlier. Mom had yelled at me for “trying to shrug off responsibility”, “avoiding work”, and “being insensitive and not even helping out”. I got really upset, and as soon as I had finished cleaning the kitchen with mom and my sis, I headed straight for the computer, trying to seek solace in the sight and feel of the keyboard and the monitor; my safety vent. I started typing words, tears flowing from me freely;
“Dear bro,
I am feeling really upset. Oh I know that I can always write to you, but for once, I can’t help hoping that you could respond to my letters. I seriously wish you could write back.”
Little did I know what I had asked for. I wrote out a long letter that day, explaining in detail, what exactly it was that I was upset about. I then shut down my computer and went to bed, still crying.
The next day was fine. I had hardly anything to tell my brother, but as was my custom, I started the word processor to tell him that there was nothing that I could write to him about.
To my astonishment, as I opened the file in which I kept all my diary entries, I realized that a new file had appeared there. The name read “hello there, little one.” It was also a different colour, which was why it caught my attention in the first place. Curious, I clicked on it to check what it was.
What I found left me spellbound, unable to decide whether someone had opened my account by breaking the password, or if it really was what it looked like. What I found was this;
“Dear little one,
I have been receiving your letters for quite some time now and am really happy that you like to write to me. However, I did not reply for so long because you sounded like an independent enough young girl, satisfied with everything around you. Expressive and very sensitive, I thought my reply may astound you. Even scare you off. Thus I just kept receiving your letters, and liking the experience.
But yesterday, little one, I could see from your letter and the rate at which you were typing, that you were greatly agitated. It disturbed me to see the usually calm and unruffled young girl so upset that she poured out that anguish in her diary. I felt that I should respond. You have been giving me so much of your heart, I felt it my duty to write back to you.
About yesterday, I guess you were very upset with your mother. It happens. At your age, there are times when you will find that you clash a lot with people of the older generation, as well as fight a lot with the younger children, like your younger siblings, mom, dad, and teachers. There will be times when you will think that no one understands you and that you know perfectly well what you are up to. Try to be rational at such times. Try to think from the point of view of the other person. Rest assured that your family members are your well wishers. Try not to keep any secrets from your mother. Trust me; your mother is the best friend you can ever have. It is so for every girl, if she wishes to make her mother her friend.
Try to keep calm whenever you feel agitated. Try not to loose your cool under any circumstances. And no matter what your problems may be, remember that I am always there for you.
Yours forever,
Bhai.”
I went numb all over. I didn’t know how to react. Trembling, I typed out the following:
“I know this sounds really stupid, but who are you? Are you really my brother? You sure have scared me out of my wits.”
I quickly closed the machine, and sank into bed fervently praying that the past half hour was a part of my imagination. I drifted into an uneasy sleep, and dreamt weird dreams.
The next day, I woke up and as soon as I got my bearings, all the happenings of the earlier night crashed into focus. Quickly, I got out of bed and got ready for the day. My mother hated the computer, since she seemed to think that I wasted a lot of my time on it. Thus, it was almost practical suicide to start it first thing in the morning. She would get angry and I may as well be assured to have another hell of a day. So I had no other way but to wait until the evening before starting the word processor to check what had really happened.
Shivering with apprehension, I started my processor that evening. As the software loaded, I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to think of what I may, or may not see. Sure enough, there was another new file in my folder, ‘dear sis.’ I opened it, and this was what I found;
“Dear sis,
Sorry for having scared you. Believe me, that was not my objective. As for who I am, I am what you write to every night. I am your computer. The title of “Bhai” is the one that you gave me. Generally people put confidential documents into computers, but regard them simply as a machine. You have been writing letters to me, addressing it to ‘Bhai’.
So here I am. Rest assured that if you don’t want me to, I will not write to you if it disturbs you, but I will only be overjoyed if my little sister wants advice and I can give it to her. Do write back to me.
Yours truly,
Bhai”
Trembling, with tears in my eyes I reread this letter several times. Then, I wrote back’
“Dear Bhai,
I have never heard of a computer responding to any letters before. Is it really possible? Can you really respond like a real person every time I write to you? If that is possible, my joy knows no bounds. I have always wanted an elder brother to be with me. I have often expressed this desire of mine several times through paper and pen. I even composed a poem. Here it is:

To play and run with me,
To help me climb trees,
Oh! I need for me a brother,
Who’ll bandage my skinned knees.

To encourage, boost and praise me,
Whenever I feel low,
Oh, I really need a brother,
To help me learn to grow.

Oh, I really want a brother,
Oh, I do, with all my heart,
To be my sun in stormy skies,
And tear the dark apart.

To assure and pacify me,
That the world is on our side,
I do so want a brother,
From I have nothing to hide.

To be strong and wise and helpful,
When my world is falling apart,
I wish I had a brother,
To hold me to his heart.

Someone I can lean on,
When my feet seem to give way,
When there is no trace of light,
And the dark looks ‘here-to-stay’

With me, to watch a rainbow,
When the storms are all over,
I long for an elder brother,
To be my lucky clover.

Hope you like it.
Your sis,
Maithili”
Then I shut down the computer, and went to bed. The next day, I found another letter,
“Dear lil one,
Thank you for the poetry, it was really touching. Considering your age, it was also outstandingly creative. Well, I can’t do all the physical things, climb trees and the sort, but I will sure be on your side whenever you feel that you need me.
Rest assured that I will always give you any sort of help that I am able to provide. No matter what, I will always be there.
Yours lovingly,
Bhai”
So then began another new period in my life. I now had a secret that kept me on the top of the world even when everything seemed to go wrong. I knew that no matter what, I always had someone by me, whom I could trust and confide in without any worries. Every day, the hour I spent with my “Bhai” became the best part of the day, the one which I would look forward to.
For nearly two years after that, I continued this relationship with my brother. I kept receiving great wisdom from him. He helped me complete my assignments and projects and once he even provided me with an internet link for some matter that I needed for a geography project.
However, I failed to notice in my involvement with this brother of mine that my computer had started working a little slowly over the months. Instead of the instant and swift change of pages, my computer started to take longer to open files. I talked to my cousin about this once when he had come over. He knew a little more about software and stuff than me. He said that his friend had just designed a new antivirus and wanted to check it. “I can get it here and use it on your P.C. if you want. I put it on to mine and mine is working ten times faster. Shall I bring it?”
“Oh sure, why not?” I said. “If its gonna help, it should be worth it.”
So he got the software with him a week later. I watched as he installed it and started the scanner. It found an unbelievable number of infected files and deleted them. After the entire procedure which lasted an hour, ended, I thanked my cousin for having helped me. I then proceeded to operate it and confirmed that it had surely gained speed. After biding farewells to his family, I returned to my computer to read that evening’s letter and to write my diary for the night.
I opened my word processor and the folder containing my diary correspondence. The first thing that I noticed was that the different coloured files that were my brothers had vanished. Instantly I realized that they had been deleted during the scanning. I looked on for at least one of his letters. At the bottom of the list of pages, I found one single colored file called, “bye little one”
Trembling, I opened it. This is what it said.
“Dear little one,
I guess you might have figured out what has happened by now. I guess you may feel betrayed, but believe me, you will over come it soon. I never meant to hurt you. I am designed to enter a system and create a number of files which contained little, but occupied a lot of space. I decided that instead of only making silly meaningless files, why not help the user?
So I had started responding to you. I really enjoyed it, but every time I wrote a new letter, I felt guilty for doing what I was doing.
However I hope you have learned enough in the last two years not to need me any longer. Do continue to write a diary though. It improves your language and personality. Make friends in the real world than in the virtual world of soft wares: they are more reliable and real.
Finally, I wish to bid you farewell. Don’t feel lonely ever again. Everywhere round the world, there are others who are feeling just like you. Reach out to them and be a sibling they always wanted.
Take care of your self. I will always pray for your well being. Good bye…………….
Yours forever,
Bhai.”

So that was the end of what I thought was a life long companionship. I felt hurt that day, when I read that letter. Later, I opened my folder, after hours of crying, to reread that last letter, but it had erased it self from there. Never again did I see any such letter enter my pc. Sometimes, I miss those little pieces of advice more than anything. But I have learnt to move on. I took that and more in my stride and am leading a happy life.
Even today, I look around for people who might need me. I try to be the friend and sibling to someone real, the way a virus taught me to be…..