Priyaa Scribbles Here... :)

I just  have to  make a post today! :D Colour display, polyphonic ringtone, integrated flashlight, FM radio, incredibly lightweight and best of all, the battery LASTS for DAYSSSSSS!!!!!! Read  this  if you want to feel the awesomeness of Nokia 1oo. :P   And , this is about the fact that I spent the whole year (okay, minus a few days) with a basic Nokia, Nokia 100 (yes, in this age of smart phones. How great is that? Very!). So..Yup! No Whatsapp, not-every-time-Facebook, no other apps and no music player...but it has something I am sure most of the phones do not have today- a Torch :P :D Oh! I would miss this torch  wala  phone. Well, I am not abandoning it right away but soon I will (I'll let it complete at least one  full  year with me ;-)). I'll truly miss these  torch-wale-phone wale din.  When this phone came to my life in January this year , i.e. when my old phone got damaged, it had a blue body and it truly looked like a toy purchased from a  toy-shop   g

The end of the year is approaching, and there are few pages left in my diary. Something right's happening, no? It's unusual because despite wanting to, I have never been  a person to start a new diary in the beginning of every year (this year I will :D) as a) I am  was not a person who writes regularly, b) or who is organized enough to keep one diary at a time or c) somebody who would actually take up the same diary she has kept for random (and sometime thoughtful) scribblings and write at the back of  any notebook or on a random paper, yeah this is my laziness. Worse than that, you'd never find my diaries neat, of course I'd never show it you! :P Diary, pen, marker and a better  phone :P Clicked more than an year before! My last diary, the one which is almost finished (I am already not calling it my "present" diary :P, I am actually excited to start a new diary in the new year. Yeah, imagine a kid writing this post :/ ) is of 2011, in which I start

Its ironical when you send a not so complete post to a friend before publishing it, and later you tell her to not to read it because its kinda personal & crap and two days later you come up with a post that you consider quite personal and publish it to the world. The former post was probably a hundred times more casual than the one you published. I have always been very reluctant to share the inner me. May be it stems from the experiences when I tried and was misunderstood & perhaps because I fear judgement on my deep inner emotions or insane vulnerabilities as has been earlier, though in a not-so-serious manner. Or may be this reluctance was always there. Whenever I would write something, a  part of me would be screaming yells of pain when words would form a sentence but those sentences together lack the feeling that I ache to share.  Though on a personal blog, you are, kind of, supposed to rant, I don't know but any post on personal life or on that deep inner side of m

Its an evening of strange emotions where I am feeling sad, alone, left out, hopeless and experiencing all those emotions which are making my life hell. I don't know who can I go to. I am feeling hurt for no reason. I want to talk yet I am finding it so difficult to make a call to anyone. I just can't make myself to pick my cellphone. I am sad and feeling angry on my own self for feeling this way. I have no solution. I do not understand this side of me. I am holding back tears while writing this. I don't know what is better-to cry for a while and feel lighter or be controlled and let it pass. I am finding it so difficult to express this, even to myself and I don't even know if is it wise to write it here. I am longing for a support, am longing for a friend to do things together, I am longing for someone to cheer me up and am longing for someone to share my deepest vulnerabilities with. I am longing for someone to crack a nasty joke with. I am feeling anxious where I a