The Write Choice!

Everytime, i sit to post a blog, I think "Hmmm.. so what is it going to be about this time?"
Today, i don't want to think, i just want to write.

It's been quite sometime now, that i have been going through some other bloggers work and I think "God, there are so many good writers in this world..?
Some write about how much they hate their flatmate, then some talk about their travel to work in India's most talked about public trains,then some have a passion about writing about the things they love- for eg. cricket.

But there are a thousand people who write. Write everyday. A busy schedule doesn't stop them. A bad weather doesn't stop them. A horrible day at work doesn't stop them, infact they would rather write about that.

They like to write about anything. Heartache, an amazing date, a happy moment, an occasion, how they met the person of their dreams, how they were sitting next to someone smelly, how they hate their boss, how much they wish they could win a million dollars in the state lottery.....think of a topic and that's it.. its there presented to you in a vast variety of words put together.

But... have you ever thought.. why do people write? What for? What does it bring them? Happiness? A place where they can vent out their feelings?A form of expressing their views?
There are times when I sit think about the most off beat things and this would definately be one of them.

Where did we ever get he idea of keeping a diary. So i did a little insight on this and would like to share this with all of you.

I believe that the inhabitants of ancient Mesopotamia, where Iraq now stands, are usually credited with the invention of writing. Clay tablets from slightly before 3,000 BC show a predecessor of the script called cuneiform, which records the affairs, and presumably the language, of the early Babylonians.

But that still doesn't really satisfy my question.

I started writing at the age of 8,when my aunt gave me a pink diary with this cartoon on it. It has this lock and key, so I thought that was like the ultimate possession i could have. I kept writing.. it brought me this inner pleasure, that whatever I thought and wanted to say, I could pen it down without having anybody to judge me.

I was 15 when I was betrayed by someone real close to me. That someone read my diary. I was numb when I found out. Didn't know where it was hurting exactly..it was like all over. Destroyed all my previous diaries then,but I still kept my first diary. I just came across it today and reading it makes me smile..:)

I only maintain this blog now.Don't find the need of keeping a diary. I have a human diary now. He was my best friend and then turned into my fiance and will soon be my husband. It's very easy to relate to him.So is it that everybody eventually finds someone that they can relate to, talk to them about anything without worrying about being judged. Does that person always have to be your life partner or your shrink? So why sometimes, are we so close to some people,yet we can't really tell them how we exactly feel? We still find the need of writing our feelings down?

Sometimes, we open our mouth to say something and a thought crosses our mind in a flash of a second and we shut up.

Lots of questions-Not many answers.......Think about it.