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Realize your potential!

The thing that bugs me the most is hopelessness of people. My friends go like, ah Laila, you’re so gifted…you’re bold, smart… blah, blah and even more blah. And I feel so disgusted. I mean, it’s not that I don’t like being appreciated…but what I’ve told you is just the first part. After praising me, they get on to the regular I-can’t-do-it-im-no-good kinda thing. As I try my best to get their spirits high, they keep groaning. “No way…I’m so useless. I can’t even spell accurately. I’m scared of facing the crowd etc..etc. I wonder why God created me!” Sheesh! I try hard not to let them have a negative attitude, but every time, my efforts end in fiasco. This is not just my friends’ case. Many teens out there have the same approach to life as well. We come to know this because of the never-ending flow of letters in the Counseling section…hopeless creatures, sort of.

First of all, one has to bear in mind. NOBODY’S perfect. Those affected by the so-called beauty of the models on the idiot box, keep finding faults with themselves. They hardly know what the-perfect-beauties are actually going through. How weak and feeble they’re from the inner self. Oh, I just changed the topic. I’m writing about the low self-esteem of the teens of today.

You have to learn to build yourself. Today you might not be anyone. But who knows, you could be the tomorrow!? I strongly believe, God has gifted each single soul with some flair or other. Some have good voices and some, attractive figures. Some people are good are writing, while some others have the ability to make influencing speeches. And those who think they haven’t got any ability, and talent, Think again. Marisa keeps tellin’ you people, ‘Develop a hobby’. Why? Just because, who knows, what you start as a hobby, would actually be your ‘hidden talent’. Suppose, you just start sketching and stuff for time pass. And as you go on practicing, you turn out to be a real artist? How true, isn’t it? This is what we call ‘hidden talent’. Okay, this is just one way how one’s hidden talent gets discovered. One other thing helps. The green-eyed monster, off course! He he! Jealousy, envy, and at times, even resentment become the vital factors, and secretly help you find your talent. How? I’ll tell ya. Okay here’s this big-wig in yr class, and every other person admires him/her expect YOU. You don’t wanna accept it. But you’re jealous. You envy him/her. In one way or the other, you wanna replace him/her. You wanna be like him/her. The story seems like yours, doesn’t it? And then, the real thing begins. You try hard, to do something…something that would divert the public’s attention towards you! It’s true, you’ll have to face crashes and failures in the start. After all, Nothing is more expensive than a start. But friend, never say die! For failure is the stepping-stone to success. Learn! Learn from your faults. Strive! Strive to achieve what you deserve. Believe in yourself! Keep telling yourself, “If he/she can, why can’t I!?” You could just be good at something…but who knows, you could become the best at it! So come one, take off that frown from your face, place your trust in God, and hey! Never, ever, give up! Remember, life’s a journey, and you’re just on a short visit. Make the most of yourself, ‘coz you don’t really have much time. A man is valued, as he makes himself valuable. I’m sure, you’ll come to know, what you truly are! Thanks!

Technology in hand?

I take this opportunity to hammer out something that perturbs my mind so often. Have you ever noticed that in the world of today, almost every task and every chore is done using technology? Okay, let’s start from the time one wakes up in the morning. You have this alarm of the clock, which wakes you up. What’s it? Technology. Later, you wanna make your breakfast. What do you have? An apple milkshake, possibly. And how do you make that? Technology. You’re getting ready for school. It’s bore silence. So, you switch on your music system to swing in a mood. What’s that, now? Technology. You’re having your first period at school, and your mom rings you up on your Al Catel (oh alright, Nokia) mobile, telling you that you have forgotten your Maths register at home. How does this happen? Technology, isn’t it? Well, what do you realize after reading the above context? Is technology under the human control? If your answer is yes, think again. Don’t you think it’s vice versa? Today, technology’s controlling each and every task depriving us, humans, of our crucial privilege i.e. working independently. Are we truly independent? Aren’t we people a bit too dependent on these lifeless gadgets for accomplishing our day-to-day tasks? I strongly believe we are. But who realizes it truly? Why did the ancient men lead longer and healthier lives? Because they worked. They did manual work. Technology has hindered our pursuit to a healthy life. Hey, I’m not against the application of technology, not at all. Infact, I am just any other ‘normal’ individual, who depends on these dumb machines for work. I can even relate the most contemporary incident. I’m writing this article in Notepad, on my computer! He! he! I should rather switch off my PC and write using a pen and a paper. It’ll certainly improve my handwriting! (smirk) It’s big time people, we realize that technology has to be kept under our control. Don’t wait for the day when you won’t even have to move your li’l finger to type something. Oh! That day has already arrived, I guess. Those Microsoft brainies have come out with the Microsoft Office XP, which has this damn voice recognition feature! But hey, it’s cool, na?

Alright, these gadgets don’t bother me all that much, but the very idea of having walking and talking robots in every house, is RIDICULOUS! People are genuinely fascinated by the fact that in not very distant future, robots will be present in almost every house, and will be doing our every work making our life still ‘simpler’. Duh! We say we need machines mainly because they do our work faster…and yet! We’re more than often heard saying, “I don’t have time!” who eats up the time, then? Despite the presence of such super fast appliances, we don’t have time!? Is our life so busy that we can’t even do our own works ourselves?! Think about it.

I understand you have complains, pains, and longings. But its time that restrains us both from being together. Some words never spoken, sound the best. Just like how you know that I love you, and I always will, even when I don’t say that, in fact when I CAN’T say that J You understand me, just like how I expect you to. You make out that I’ve been crying, not from the redness of my eyes, but the tone of my voice. If it’s that you feel, I’m unserious and light hearted, maybe you’re right. But not exactly. It’s just that I don’t really need you to be oblivious of the world around you. I need you to see beauty beyond my existence. I need you to be prepared for adverse consequences. I need you to be strong, to have faith, and to believe in yourself, and His presence. I need you to be good, kind, not that you’re not good and kind now, but continue to be so, even when you’re badly tortured and judged unfairly. I need you to smile gracefully amongst the frowning faces. I need you to meet triumph on every ground. I need you to learn, and teach, for a lesson you’ve learnt and then shared is the best thing you can ever give someone, without having to pay at all. I need you to like things you like, and despise the ones you don’t, in other words, I need you to maintain your taste, and not change your opinion if mine clashes with yours. I need you to be patient enough, to help me keep my head when im losing it. If you’re infamous, and are sure, you’ll be forgotten soon after you’re gone, please do take comfort in the fact that you’ve helped change a life, you’ve helped someone find happiness, you’ve helped that particular someone experience the most beautiful feeling on earth-true love. When worlds seem fallen apart, and the heart torn into bits, please do think of the wonderful things we’ve shared-the very minor, yet greatly important things-including our chats on the most boring issues.J I’ll tell you what, only a few lucky couples have the privilege of being able to confess their weaknesses in front of each other, and then laugh them off ; to accept each other with their ugliest traits; only a percentage those few have nothing in common, yet stick together so well, that differences never matter. And I’ll tell you what, you and I are one of those very rare, and absolutely lucky ones. If you ever doubt if we were meant to be or not, just close your eyes, and think about me, just anything about me..koochikoo..chotha chotha, anything at all.. hhehe! And if that makes you smile, I’ve got good news! hehe J

Lili, are you looking at the screen like you don’t believe its me who has written all this? It’s okai, I’m feeling the same. It’s just that, sometimes I feel like getting serious, jokes apart, sort of. Life is wonderful, isnt it? You are wonderful. WE together are wonderful, agree? You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me…

Strange, how despite the huge age difference between us, we get along so well! You never sound older than me, or may be I don’t sound younger than you! Whichever way it is, it’s great. Sometimes, I don’t know how to thank God, really. It doesn’t matter if we cant be together all the time, but I’m sure, we’ve been meant to be together, forever. Dream beautiful dreams okai? Think of a lovely home, yours, mine…OURS. If you have tears in your eyes now, I don’t blame you, because I myself am writing this with misty eyes. All I wanted to tell you was that, you are beautiful…in every way. I don’t know what fault to find in you…absolutely faultless, that’s what you are. I trust you to never break my heart, and that’s the reason why I don’t ask you to make promises. Promises are but baseless, they assume that circumstances won’t ever change…and that’s not how it’s supposed to be. Life’s a typical roller coaster ride... so challenging, yet so much fun! You will or you will not sense the deep meaning in this mail, but to me, it’s the best thing I’ve ever written, just because it’s for you. You always bring out the very best in me J

So, whenever you’re down, losing hope…just read this mail to yourself…you’ll know you’re not alone, and never will be. Read it as many times,( as long as you learn it byheart hehhe) it’ll not only tell you of the intensity of my feelings, but help you look at the better side of things

Ever experienced the absolute freedom of spending money?!
(My first cover story!!!)

“Hey you know what? This time I’ll definitely get myself a CD player with my pocket-money, only if I get it on time!” Sanjay tells his best friend, Raj.

“What do you mean? You spend the whole month without having a single buck of your own?” Sanjay is shocked.

“Yeah…my mom says I should ask her for money if I ever need it.” says Raj, sighing.

The above context is an extract from a usual conversation between two typical school going teens. Sanjay, is one of those, who receive a considerable sum from their parents, at least, as much that’s enough to last in his pocket for 30 days. This sum is what we commonly call ‘pocket-money’. The other chap, our Raj, belongs to the second category. These people are sadly ‘deprived’ of their privilege (that’s what they believe!). But, what exactly is ‘Pocket Money’? Apparently, teens define Pocket Money as the small (usually small!) amount of money one gets at the beginning of a month. It’s a ‘kid’s’ monthly expense, precisely. It’s the money you have for yourself, absolutely. You can spend it the way YOU want. Treating your mean, mean friends fits in your expense. And, you’ll be dating your new girl friend the next week, huh? (wink! wink!). Yes, you can actually buy that funky wrist watch, yea, even that cool shade of nail paint with your pocket money. And the best part is that you don’t really have to be bothered what your parents might think about it. You don’t even have to ask them. Wow! Isn’t it? But, how many generous parents out there provide their sweet li’l kids with this private expense? Not many. Inquiries say that about 65% of average school going kids donot actually get their pocket’s fill. Ah, they don’t demand it, anyway! And the rest, i.e. 35% of them, demand it, hence they get it. But hey! there are exceptions like Raj, who donot get it despite insisting!

Well, don’t you think people like Sanjay are lucky? Oh yes, they certainly are. However, have you ever pondered over the fact, like, what reason must he be giving his folks, in order to get his share out of their wallets? Umm? Do lame excuses like, “Dad, you see, I cracked my classroom window accidentally. And I was fined Dhs. 100”, actually work well? Or, do they have a flat monthly expense, which they get on a regular basis? And what about the general range of the $$$? Let’s check out what others have to say about it.

“Yea I do get pocket money...since I was 10 years old and usually spend it on music, jewelry, cosmetics or sometimes for things for my friends etc. My dad gives me what he feels and if I ask for more he first confirms why do I need it and then if he thinks that’s right he agrees and sometimes doesn’t. If I need a thing really badly e.g. a new Walkman...or things like that I have to save money for that...but if I don’t, I don’t see the reason why I should.
Overall, I love gettin pocket money and I love to spend it!

Kunal Adhvaryu is 17 and a Grade 12 student of the Our Own English High School, Dubai.

I ask my parents for the money and they usually give it to me...so I’ve never asked for pocket money as such. I just ask my parents and they give it, I guess its because they trust me. Of course, I love getting pocket money…it feels good. I don’t find anything wrong also if they give me less then what I ask for. I do save a considerable amount from my pocket money, and since I like buying expensive stuff so to get those things I need enough money and according to me, my dad wouldn’t give such a huge amount at one time, besides its fun to keep a part of the money I get.

Sohaib Mohammed Azam is 18 and a Bs.IT student of the Preston University, Dubai

I really don’t get the pocket in money in a sense as its not static. Well, I mean to say that I really don’t get a fixed amount at certain intervals but I do get it in an unusual way !!!
The pocket money which I get is according to my requirements, but I am not eligible to take handsome amount at one time. Hmm I don’t actually remember the exact day or time, instead I am having money in my hands what I remember is when I was in primary skool for the lunch to buy from school tuck shop !
I do nothing great, but try to save a little bit which never ever happens!
The amount for me depends on what I am up to ...so I just have to mention the thing or the reason I require, then the amount is decided by my dad…sheesh!

Muhammed Abdus Salam is 16, and a Grade 10 student of the Alain Juniors School, Alain.

I started getting pocket money by the time I hit the 6th grade. I never made an attempt to save it and used to spend it at the canteen of our school or else get some packets of chocolates as a stock for whole month and end up with it in a day or two. My parents were never in the favor of giving us (me and my siblings) pocket money, but my dad just gives for the heck of it! I mean he fulfilled our wants with his own money but gives us just ’coz my friends get it. I’m happy with whatever amount I receive coz all I need is money in pocket. But the amount should never be lesser than what my best friend receives or else I take out the balance (my friends P.M minus my pocket money) and ask my dad to add it with de next month’s pocket money...This is thee only way I save money or I don’t believe in saving. I think now is my age to spend them all coz later with responsibilities u can never...!

I do get pocket money but I don’t remember since when!? Poor memory! The best thing about my pocket money is that I choose the amount every month, and obviously, it increases! But to this date, I’ve never managed to save a single buck! Im really bad at that…doesn’t matter, what’s money for, spending, right!?

I’ve been getting pocket money since I turned 10, I guess.
What I usually do with it is that I play arcade game. I’m a game freak, you see. It’s like, I spend it for counter strike (a network game) I play every Thursday it. The game comes out every week and is worth Dhs 10. I get around Dhs. 60, do 60-40=20. I really dunno where I spend those 20 bucks!

M. Farid Ahmed is 16, and an A levels student of the National Grammar School, Lahore (Pakistan).

Guess what, I do get pocket money and as compared to most other kids, it's a rather handsome amount. I think it all started when I breezed past class 7, and the amount has eventually increased, thanks to my generous mom and my patronizing sisters. I get 1000 bucks every months !!!!, RS that is. But by the end of the month, I’m left with 10 or 20 Rs :(. Usually I spend it over purchasing hours for the Internet, which is always hectic and usually these hours eat up a bulk of my pocket money, the rest is spent on friends and books. Sometimes I do save, though, but more often my savings are spent on buying gifts for those close to me.

Mubashir Anwar is14 and a Grade 9 student of the Our Own English High School, Al Ain.

"There are many advantages and disadvantages of getting pocket money. I have chosen not to take pocket money from my parents as your source of income gets limited and there’s no other way of getting money. And money is never enough. But I frequently ask them for a filthy amount, sometimes I spend it, sometimes I save it. My parents pay for the things I want and if they don’t, I buy them myself from the money I save but that too with their permission. So that’s the benefit of saving money!!!

First of all I don't get pocket money. I feel there is no actual need for it. All I feel is that pocket money is the best way to spoil children. Children shouldn't be getting free money just like that. Then they fail to understand the value of money later on in life. Of course, kids can be given some money for doing some household chores. But free money is not advisable. Some might even spend their pocket money in wrong ways, because parents fail to explain to them, what must be done with it and how it can be used usefully. They forget the real reason that they give money to their children for them to understand the real value of money and that it is not that easy to earn it.

I’ve been getting pocket money from class 8^th and I normally buy t-shirts or go out with my friends and have fun with the money that I get.

But the problem is that it’s my parents who have chosen the amount and I’m never happy with anything I get, I want more money... Infact I sometimes wonder why my parents don’t give me their whole salaries! Kidding!
I try saving a part of my money so as to buy something that I want real bad, something which is costly and wouldn’t fit into the regular pocket money that I get.

Friends, Romans, countrymen, here’s a pure non-fiction brainteaser for you. Let’s see if you can tackle this one!

I have a friend, she’s an ex-classmate of mine, rather. Okay, let’s call her Miss XYZ. Her all time favorite hobby used to be throwing tantrums, just like how some people throw parties, you know. Money was what she craved for, and she used to get that, but she was a ‘Yeh dil maange more’ case. A gone case, that is. Now, here comes the real part. She had demanded a 25% raise in her pocket money, and the day her dream came true, she threw it! Nope, not a tantrum, but a party! And I have the dishonour to proclaim that I was one of those unlucky ones to be invited. It was a slumber party, a sleepover, or whatever you call it. Anyhow, I felt like singing, “Can you believe that I’m a fool again?”, when I reached her place, for it was an at-your-own-expense party!!! Sheesh! I was like, “hey! This is not fair, nobody told me!” Heck, I know, I know, it was my fault. How could I afford to forget that Miss XYZ possessed a wealth of qualities, and if we put them all in order, being mean with money, would definitely be on top of the list! Sigh…what do I do now…I thought, I’m an ever green broke, you see. (That’s one reason I take little care of my hand bag!) Well, I decided to place this humble request before her. And you won’t believe, she agreed! Nope, not to share her stuff with me, but to drop me back home! Okay, you have to guess what my ‘humble request’ was. C’mon, give it a stab!

Well, we have checked out what WE think about pocket money. But do our folks share the same views? Most parents agree that doing away with some money shouldn’t be a big issue, but there are parents, who want to ensure that their kids don’t get into grave problems!

Mrs. Anita Chowdhry, an Alain based teacher and mother of two teenage kids, Seema, who’s 15, and Vivek, 18, agrees with most of us. She and her husband sternly believe that “Children should learn to be independent of their parents for everything, at the youngest age possible. Pocket money is something, which I think teaches some of the most important lessons, handling money, is one of them. Handling in the sense, that the child takes care of his/her money, tries to spend it as sparingly s possible, and saves a portion of it for future retrieval. Between Seema and Vivek, I did notice that Vivek is a bit reckless when it comes to spending money, of course, peer pressure plays a role. He often ends up running out of his money just because of treating his friends at the fast food outlets every other weekend. Seema, on the contrary, has proved to be more sensible for she saves most of her money for major occasions like the DSF. I never question them about it, though. But being a mother, I know exactly what’s going on in my house.”

Mr. Mohammed Hussein, an Abu Dhabi based parent, thinks exactly the opposite. He says that “Pocket money creates the unnecessary sense of spending in the innocent minds. Being the father of a teenage son, I had a tough time convincing my son that pocket money is merely an unwanted expenditure. Speaking of unwanted expenditure, I believe that children, especially boys, may get involved in foul habits like smoking, or even drug addiction, if they are granted the absolute freedom of spending money. All these habits are indirectly related to pocket money, although it is the bad company which leads to such disastrous endings. I certainly donot want my son to get involved in all this. It’s not that I don’t give him any money at all, rather, he is free to ask me for as much amount he requires, if he presents a valid reason.” Hmm! He cares for his son more than anything to be sure!

Mrs. Saher Ameer, an Alain based mother, shares her opinion with us, saying “I don’t actually have a problem if my children ask for pocket money. The most common cause I get to hear is that all their friends get pocket money, and hence, they want it too. I understand, so I let them have their ‘share’. I don’t let them spend it wholly the way they want it to. I often question them about how and where they have lately been spending money. Quite a nosy mother, aint I? But I can’t help it. I care for my children, I have to know what they’re up to. Being independent is good, but complete freedom may result in some unpleasant things.”

Mrs. Asma Akhter, is a Sharjah based mother of a teenage daughter. She says that her daughter, Saima is 17, and is a very careless spender when it comes to pocket money. But she isn’t actually anxious about that. “However hard I try, my daughter ends up asking for more money every two weeks. But I am happy about the fact that she doesn’t hide a single word from me when asked. She loves reading books, and that’s where she spends almost all her money. If you’re asking me, I’d certainly say that pocket money isn’t a waste at all, provided, one has a daughter like mine.” Wow! I wish my mom thought the same way, hehe!

Hey there! Want some naughty ideas to get your share out of you dad’s pocket? Yes guys, you have to stand up for your rights! Okay try these ideas…but don’t blame me later if you get trapped!

1. “Dad, you see it’s XYZ’s birthday (XYZ’s your best friend!), so I thought it would be a good idea if I could, you know, get him/her a nice li’l gift…” A piece of advice. Make sure you and your best friend aren’t family friends, or you’ll be in for big trouble!

2. This one’s only for those who’s folk’s donot use the computer.
”Dad, I have this assignment due next week, and I ought to do it on the computer. Since our old bomb doesn’t have the required software, I have to purchase the CD. Actually, I didn’t want to bother you about such a silly thing, but then, the assignment fetches you marks, right, so it’s kinda important” (‘and urgent’-if you’re badly in need of money!) This is my all-time favorite. Believe me, it always works. 100% pakka! (at least in my case!)

3. “Daddy! Daddy! Does you car need a wash?” a helping hand, yes! It could be just anything, any work you could do for your mom/dad. After you’re done, stick this wide innocent grin on your face, and go ahead with your question. Mine’s usually something like, “Dad, could I have a few extra Dirhams this week? Please daddy?” (Amateurs please donot try this one. It’s only for the pros.) Tsk Tsk!

4. The payment of a school fine, should be a fine idea. Depends on cleverly you shape it. Like, for example, don’t you ever try telling your parents that you cracked your classroom window, when there are no windows in your classroom! Duh! Another one that falls in this category is, losing a library book. But be careful you shouldn’t come up with this reason every week! (Whosoever said my brain doesn’t work!?)

5. “Dad, our school’s organizing a picnic, and we’ve been asked to bring Dhs XYZ.” This one comes in handy when the ‘picnic’ is actually an educational trip, and such trips are usually free. Man, I got into real mess coz of this one, thanks to a BIG mouth in my class. Hrumph!

You gotta take lessons from my sister on this one. I bet, there won’t be any other person in this whole galaxy who saves money like my sis does. And what big brains she’s got! She saves the money, and whenever my mom or dad or even I need it, she lends it without any hesitation. But then, when you’re about to return her the money, she demands interest! Yes! Now, this is a good idea, indeed. So forget about depositing your money in that pink piggy bank, mama’s bank is the best! With mama’s bank you can make sure that your money is in safe hands, you shouldn’t be surprised if your mom informs you that she has spent your money on the groceries…but she will promise you that she’s gonna return you the money.. that’s exactly when you gotta implement this idea. “I need the money right now! If not, I want it with interest next month!” And best of all, you decide the interest rate! How’s it? Sigh..Poor moms.

It’s easier to add to the life of your pocket money if you don’t have many friends. So, get rid of them! Kidding! But it is important to note that you don’t spend more on your friends than you do on yourself! A treat now and then is fine, but every weekend is a big no-no! Why not split the expense among yourselves? That should do.

One more reason I’ve discovered why girls tend to save more money than guys do, is that, girls DIET. They definitely try hard not to spend more on food, yeah, only if their nail paints give them a break! So it’s like, less treats and stuff. Now, now, there are some exceptions like me, who really wanna live life king size, so we don’t really care about all this silly matters.

So this puts almost everything in perspective. Now you know why girls save up more money!? Sheesh!

the answer is: I requested my friend to drop me home coz I had a bad headache! DUH!*

Lately, we, the grade 9 IGCSE batch of our school, were offered the option to take up either of the streams-commerce or science in grade10-an opportunity I had been dying to get. We’d been grounded with 8 different subjects including English, Maths, Business Studies along with the 3 Science subjects, a Humanities subject-Natural Economy, and oh, Computer science, for the heck of it. Wow, you might say. But it wasn’t all that thrilling. It was getting me to nowhere. My vision about the future was blurred and my mind boggled. There weren’t many who actually preferred being taught all the 3 streams together-it was torture. My attention was constantly diverted; the 3 fields are unimaginably vast and particularly in the IGCSE curriculum, it is imperative that you study your subjects with utmost devotion.

Now, the option came as a fresh breeze, but to my downright surprise 99% of the class opted for science leaving only a handful of us in the Commerce stream! That was fine. I had the guts in my brain, not to go leeward and opted for Commerce. But when everyone including my parents and teachers questioned my decision to take up Commerce, I couldn’t help but brood over their questions. ‘Why commerce? You’re such a good student!’ Now, what in heaven’s name does it mean? Does it imply that commerce is for the ne'er-do-well ones? Or in other words, commerce is where you can easily score marks even without studying? Alright, Science might be a challenging and creative subject, but commerce isn’t that mundane either! I have no idea about how the CBSE commerce is like, apparently, it’s simpler than science. But here, the IGCSE Commerce entails much more effort than the Science stream does. No wonder, more than half my class flunked in the previous Business Studies exam.

I understand, the decision is for a lifetime. I also understand that the choice is mine; it is a clear matter of opinion, perspective and attitude. Then why the indifference towards Commerce? My parents say they wanted me to become a doctor (the all noble profession) Phuleez! How do the expect me to study when I don’t even have the least interest in the subject!(Biology). I, for one, find Business Studies and Accountancy far more rejuvenating than Biology or Physics.(no offense!) I score better in Business Studies than in Biology, while there are students who find it hard to concentrate on my favorite subject. I don’t want to disappoint my parents by taking up Commerce, but it wont be any better if I go for science and live with a regret for the rest of my life. My folks have realized what I mean, but there are many others who, under pressure from their parents and teachers take up the wrong subjects and then lament on it later. My Science teachers too, experienced a mild shock on hearing my decision to take up Commerce. C’mon, I’m no sad case, I have opted for Commerce plainly because I like it. And I dare tell you that many of my classmates who’ve opted for Science have done so because they fear they might not be able to cope up with the Commerce subjects.

So you see, Science isn’t the only field where the opportunities lie.. it depends on what you make out of yourself. Broaden your horizons, and you’ll see that opportunities are unlimited. It doesn’t make a penny worth of a difference whether you’re a doctor or a business man or a computer programmer. It is how good you are at what you do that matters. In my case, taking up Science would’ve got me into a real mess, what with my ambition to become a software developer! All I want to say is, do what you can do with ease, interest and concentration and be content with. You will definitely be motivated if you’ve made the right decision. So much for the Science and Commerce streams, huh?

Sometimes in life, we meet such people, who we wish, we had never met, who we wish, we could just forget, as they change our lives, completely.

Sometimes in our dreams, we see that special someone, who we wish we could turn into reality, and lead our life with.

Sometimes, we feel the sweet fragrance of that someone, and we feel, that they’re somewhere near us, but we refuse to accept that, they’re the one meant for us.

Sometimes, we blindly believe that they are perfect in each and every aspect, for many person resembles them, though we know, that God hasn’t created a single, flawless being.

We often see their glimpses in others, and we believe, that they’re complete…

Sometimes, when we lose that someone, who we loved with all our heart, we cry…we cry till our very last tear, and later on, label it ‘fate’.

Sometimes, we act so foolish, that we compare them with others, knowing that however hard we try, we won’t be able to accept that they aren’t the best.

Sometimes, in the gloomiest weather, their very thought makes the world more colorful than it ever could be!

Sometimes, we call them our life…and often, we call them our only reason for living.

Sometimes, we feel lonely, though we’re crowded with people…and sometimes, hen we’re actually alone, we feel, that the special someone is very close to us, watching our every single move, and feeling our very breath.

Sometimes, unknowingly, we start loving someone, whom we don’t know…who we haven’t seen or even talked to…but simply felt.

Sometimes, we fall in love, truly, but fear to name it as love, and pretend as if we really don’t know what it is…

Somewhere, in the deepest corner of our heart, we create such a person, whom we don’t wanna expose…as we fear losing them to someone else.

In my life, I met such a person, and I don’t know whether to confess to him or not, but I fear eternal silence…and I don’t know, whether to accept him as the one or wait, but I fear eternal waiting…and I don’t know, if he’ll reply in positive or not…but I hate unanswered questions…

CRRRRAP!
(long back, shaz, a friend, asked me to write sth for his web page, its crap, really, but i had fun writing it!!

Well, Hiya n all dat. How’d feel like when u’re just asked to quit free lancing outta blue, huh? Bah, wat da heck, dats wat muh situation iz.. Yup, I, me, moi, Laila da gr8 has been asked to write for ya peeps all sorta indigestible crap am able to jot down for FREEhee!. A penny for me thoughts huh? Kiddin! okai, furst matters furst. U can’t decide to sound funny, yeah, u gotta be spontaneous. Am I? oh tell me, am I? phuleeeeeez! (save my solitary neck!) Our yung lad, the very prolific writer, Mr. ShahbazZ AnwarR aka shaz, shobi, baby, (hehe) shobz n I-dunno-wat-all, just dropped me a word on my fav invention yet-the phoney tunes, hehe. I cudnt say no, ah, im a humble, thoughtful and compassionate (don’t forget pathetic!) n sweet li’l gal, I just cudnt turn him down. So it was a baby gurl, huh? Oops! I mixed up the conversations, well, my uncle’s got a baby gurl..celebrationz! YAWN..

Wot’s the hot-shot? ‘Course the bespectacled Havvy Potta!!!(didja get me or not? It’s Harry Potter, in case, ur a dumb case, haha!) Im darned…been tryin to watch dat crappy movie fer the last 3 decades (yea 3 weeks seem like 3 decades kay!), n mind ya, I get puking SICK when sumbody who’s watched the thing mentions it. Better watch me. “Hey did ya watch Harry potter? Isn’t it cool?” Like DUH.. n me’z got this ol’ excuse—‘I dun watch movies’ wuaaaaa! Cool it Laila, it isnt the end of the world…duh. Me knowz dat very well, but, mommy, I lubbbb Harry Potter! And she gives me dat look which turns me rotting green…my money plant envies me now. Ha. Im not funny, I know. I just try to b a bigger pain dan I really am, yea? Lemme kno peeps. Its not late yet, u cud get rid of Meeeh.. ha, u thot dat’d be possible, huh? U really thot so? Jeez!! Ur hooked now..muhahahhaa!! nuthin can save ya frm me screwy blabberin! NUTHIN! (the close button on the top right might help, though!) every fortnight, ur gonna hear the same n same n same.. ya it’s gonna be the ‘same old brand new me’! (I luvvv the song!)

K3g falls next. U wont blv, I dint kno wot k3g meant till the last Tuesday, ahem ahem. Im no dumbo kay? I heard a whole lotta ppl talkin abt the thingie, I mean, it’d kind becum a trend, y’know, juz b4 biddin bye online, my buddies wud be like, “hey cool it k3g!” n I’d go blank. Total blank. When one sunny day, I got really weally sick of this sickening bzness n the sickoes who kept buggin me with the sickkkkkkk word—K3g. WHAT DA HELL IS IT NYWAY!!!?

I turned on my dictionary. (Nerdy ol’ me.) cudnt find d slightest hint. I was like, forgedit-hhu-carez!

N then my best mag in the whole wide deserty UAE (didja think I’d say ‘in the world’??)…Young times, EURIKA!!! Yeah I found wotk3g meant..n it turned out to be the SICKEST surprise..no pun intended! Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Ghum (la mode..like duhhhhhh!!)..daarrrrrrrrn!!!

I never liked d cast (I had juz heard of it, never saw ny trailors or nything…I’ve lost tuch wid ma telly since ages…geeky me!)

But since u ppl like it, fer the time being I’d just switch to a better review, well, U THOT I’ DO DAT? Think again. Nevahhh!! I still hate the movie! Yeah I do! I mean, I dun hate it, I dun love it either. It’s just..getting on my nerves..kinda! (no comments phuleez!) whoa, let’s move on…

You kno sumthin? (plz tell me u don’t!) I had this loose idea of getting’ on air som day, DJ-ing appealed me. yep, but ‘twas juz a passin fad, ask shobz, hey dude, liked the air? He wont talk. He’s gonna listen today. Owee, am I getting edgy already? Sumbody’s watchin me….hey u spooky hazel eyez..!!! I still hav a long way t’go! Yeah, d whol page’s myne! Hang on peeps, there’s more crap. Loads of it. Eeeeeeeha!

Man, I seriuzly thot I’d sobered down a bit..i gave it a thought, though. But golly, pensive mood don’t suit me…naww not my kind u see..well, thinkin again, may be it duz. Tell me, tell me..wud u eva change for someone? Wud ya change yr personality, ur way of livin’, yur bad habits which u luvv, wud u just wipe em off frm yr life for the sake of a particular person-the special someone-? Wud ya, wud ya? Tell me soon! Actually, I’ve dunnit. Yep, but shaz’s kinda forced me t’be my ol’ self juz for this specific page every fortnight…despite my baseless hesitation, well I realized it wudnt hurt. Does it? Atleast, it’s not hurtin me! dunno bout u!?

Okai, time t’sign out…hope u guyz had fun with me, enjoyed the page, and oh well, cursed me, hey hey, U DID DAT!!!? Hehehe..don’t mind me, aint got no mind, lol. LOL—this word’s more than revolting now! And damn, is there nything sicker dan the “WUTEVA” attitude??? Hmm shaz??? Ny commentz, dun be reluctant..! pass em on! Seeya around next time, TATA!

I’ve been pretty upset all day, mum and dad just don’t seem to understand me at times. I’m expected to stay home this weekend and study for exams that are 3 weeks away! Life has become so boring, you know…and it’s no use talking to mom. But I don’t know why, I feel im still hanging on to a feeble thread of hope…”

An example of a typical diary entry by a typical teen. Who does the writer think she’s talking to? The diary or herself? I don’t think many people would appreciate talking to ‘things’; the latter option sounds a bit more coherent. But then again, she’s talking to herself? You mean, HERSELF? When you think about it, it sounds bizarre, but yes, almost everybody’s a victim to this self conversation phenomena. And it’s not abnormal, or odd when YOU do it, but when you see someone else talking to himself, particularly, if that person’s rather loud, you go like, “he’s nuts!”. Expressions like “God, what do I do now?” or “I shouldn’t have had said that!” or even while completing your assignments, “C’mon man, there’s just one more page to go!” are usually subject to pretty loud proclamations. It definitely is, an intriguing fact that the quietest people happen to be the most self-talkative ones! Perhaps because they’re not the ones who easily give away secrets, or maybe they’re the ‘unpopular’ ones who aren’t considered ‘cool’ enough to hang around with. But why exactly do we talk to ourselves? Haven’t we got enough friends? Even the most easy going people have to, just have to talk to themselves once in a while, be it whining about how boring the day had been or fretting about the board exams next year! The point is, do people realize the reason(s) why they talk to themselves? And how often are they aware? Let’s see.

Maimoona Ashraf, 15, is a class 10 student of the Sheikh Khalifa Bin Zayed Arab Pakistani School, Abu Dhabi, says that she

talks to herself when she’s alone. “usually, I do so when I have something tickling my mind. I often find myself standing in front of the mirror or sitting on my bed and talking to myself, that’s when I feel stupid! Actually, I talk as if I’m not alone, but with someone whom I want to discuss some matter with, I ask questions to myself, and then reply them on my own.”

Shahbazz Anwerr, 18, is a student of the Centre For American Education, Dubai, replies in positive, too.
Of course I do talk to myself, who doesn’t! I think it makes you more 'focused' I talk to myself in anger, rage, happiness, success, and despair- you name it. I habitually talk to myself just to make sure if I’m wrong or right at a certain point. Moreover, I talk to myself to get solutions to my own problems and it’s like and it’s like a brainstorm and there’s only ME! If I don’t like someone in real life, or a character from my stories , I just say, look, I don’t like you! I don’t let feelings burn inside.

Sayeda Hussain, 14, is a grade 10 student at the Oxford School, Dubai. She doesn’t mind talking to herself once in a while. She says, “I talk to myself on typical occasions like when I’m pissed or something, and when my exams are on I have to, sort of, push myself…and it goes like, ‘C’mon Sayeda you gotta pass gurl!”

Muhammad Atif, is 17 and a Grade 12 student at the Pakistan Islamia Higher Secondary School , Alain confesses that he is a self-conversation addict. “I spend quiet sometime everyday in talking to myself about different happenings in my life. It is usually after watching movies or TV talk shows that I tend to carry monologues with myself. Like, after watching K3g I talked to myself for so many days!. And believe me I, used even to cry during this self-conversation while imagining the sentimental scenes in the movie. I used to worry if self-conversation was harmful for me but luckily I got my hands on some self-help books, which eased my mind, saying that it was good for relaxation and creativity.

Ahan, so I’m not alone after all! So, self-conversations are common, that’s proved…and they’re harmless, that’s proved too, well, not absolutely harmless. Isn’t it a bit annoying? Not to us, but the ones around?

Raza Hassan, is 19, and a freshman at the Institute for Information Systems, Karachi, says that he’s annoyed to his toes. “I get annoyed like hell, but only when I’m aware, which isnt rare. What actually irritates me is that there is no one to reply to me. Oh, I don’t really think others have the slightest hint about my self-conversations…I open up only when I’m alone! (wink)”

And there are others too… Sayeda says that in her case, others just can’t see it as an annoyance, because she doesn’t do it in front of them. However, “It does appear as a great deal of irritation to me. It makes me sound like I’m all alone and have no one to talk to. And I don’t like being alone.”

Yogesh Ashok Bhojwani s 16, and a grade 11 student at the Indian High School, Dubai. He believes that talking to yourself shouldn’t be annoying “It actually helps you come out of a problem with a solution that you’ve found yourself. Now that’s an achievement!”

Linda Paulis 15and a grade 11 student at the Indian High School, Dubai, says that she doesn’t care whether she’s alone, or crowded. “I myself, don’t find it annoying, nor do my parents. Infact, they and my friends find it funny!”

But there are others like Shahbazz, with the ‘who-cares’ attitude… “If others are getting annoyed let them be, it’s their business, but frankly speaking, I don’t think they do mind. After all, every third person in five people talks to himself, so who’s there to get annoyed? We enjoy it!!”

Ahh!! Sweet secrets!! Nobody has secrets like we teens do, right? But how easily do we give them out? How many confide in diaries and why?

Sayeda agrees with Linda and Yogesh that all sorts of deep and dark secrets can be shared with best friends since friendship is based on mutual trust. Most people like Sayeda, Linda and Yogesh find it easy to spill out their worries and confess their guilts to their best friends, since they won’t be alone. Best friends are to share secrets after all! And there are also people like Sayeda and Atif, who share their secrets with their moms!
On the contrary, people like Shahbaz, Raza and Atif are pretty possessive about their secrets.
“ No way!” exclaims Shahbazz. “ My secrets are mine alone! I don’t give out my secrets very easily…they won’t be secrets anymore, then. I believe, in today’s world, you yourself, are worth your secrets.”

Diary writing is so irresistible, isn’t it? And it’s supposed to be a hidden fact, but I managed to force the truth out of some!

Raza has a weird reason for NOT writing a diary. He says, “I’ve tried writing a diary many times, but I don’t know, every time I give it a shot, a voice inside me says, man, this is so GIRLISH!!! No offence meant! And I think I sort of agree with that inner voice!” Raza, I am offended! Ahem.

Linda, however, had to give up her habit because of her mom. “She would always want to read it and I didn’t want her to. So I just stopped. And by that time, I had started finding it an unnecessary waste of time.”

Shahbazz and Atif do write diaries, (Raza, see! they’re GUYS!!), and they agree that it makes you feel good to pour your heart out on something like a piece of paper or a computer. They also write it as a reminder. “I like reading through my journal, it gives me a sense of nostalgia and I like it” says, Shahbazz.

Mrs. Suzy Chatterjee is the students’ counselor, as well as the senior Psychology teacher at the O.O.E.H.S, Alain. According to Mrs. Suzy, talking to ones self is “nothing but normal, and that’s why it’s so common. There’s no particular reason why people talk to themselves. However”, she adds “if a person constantly avoids crowds, and tends to remain aloof where he can talk to himself, the symptoms shown are that of stress”. She explains this by saying that “everybody has secrets and everybody has a natural inclination towards sharing them with someone intimate, but that calls for trust. That person has to trust someone not to give out his secret to anyone else. Not many people find it easy to trust others, true, and such people, who bottle up their feelings, either keep churning the thoughts in their own minds, or turn to something like a diary, where they can easily spill their woes and worries. It also happens when someone is desperate to talk, he just needs to voice his opinion or express his joys, but is not really willing to tell someone. Such people don’t usually realize that they’ve been muttering their problems under their breath! There’s a constant activity in the mind, even when we sleep. Introverts , basically, hesitate from sharing their thoughts, and because there’s always so much to say, they end up talking to themselves. Fear of being laughed at, or saying something stupid that could be embarrassing, also leads to talking to oneself.”
“People, usually teens, confide in diaries because they feel that the diary wont let them down, after all, it hasn’t got a mouth of its own! Another reason is that they can be sure that they wont be discouraged, goaded or provoked by that lifeless thing. However, they fail to realize that they do need opinion and guidance which a diary can never provide one with. Many great people have been into this irresistible habit of diary writing, it’s ancient history. The satisfaction of spilling out your worries, expressing your joy and even confessing your guilt to someone or something, here, incase of a diary, is beyond explanation. It relieves you and helps you lessen the burden on your back. Further, it teaches you the art of articulation.”

“From anger rises all evil, and impulsive emotions like anger aren’t always under control. As a matter of fact, anger promotes violence, especially during adolescent years. Adolescents fail to realize that their emotions usually overrule them and that rational thinking is the habit which they really need to adapt. It is extremely important to THINK before one speaks. But once you lose your temper, all the reason is knocked off your head, and that’s when the tongue works faster than the mind, which is dangerous. It is also observed that mostly adolescents, (but even people of all ages) have an affinity to talking, or rather, blabbering and muttering under their breath once they lose their temper. This ‘muttering’ or ‘blabbering’ can be anything from swearing, to screaming and even speaking your mind rather loudly. There are people who don’t tend to speak what’s on their mind unless pushed to do so i.e. provoked or annoyed, such opportunities help them make space in their crowded minds as they liberate their thoughts. However, showing stubbornness in this matter by forcefully bottling up feelings and thoughts, may lead to physical uneasiness like frequent headaches, difficulty in sleeping, lack of concentration and even loss of reason.”

“Sometimes, it so happens that you just don’t realize you’ve been talking to yourself. Could be when you’re deeply involved in some sort of thinking, or you’re just doing some manual work. You don’t know why, how or when you start talking, you are completely oblivious to the fact that you’ve been talking to yourself until someone gives you that ‘you-okay?’ look. See, when you’re a kid, there’s no difficulty in chattering endlessly for hours, in fact, you soon become a favourite. Once you grow up and gain sense, you have an inclination towards secrecy. You weigh your words and only then speak. And God, it sure is difficult to share secrets, especially with one’s parents (oh they never understand!) isn’t it?”

On asking her if talking to yourself was normal, she very coolly replies, “Yes, of course it’s normal, that’s why it’s so common! However, if there’s something troubling you, or you can’t get over it, and you constantly talk over the same subject, then you need to get it out of your mind—talk to someone, or it will manifest on its own and eventually develop into stress.”

Your Psychologist at home—Mom.

A piece of advice. Speak to her, tell her what you feel, OPEN UP! Your best friend might or might not stand up for you tomorrow, but mom’s always going to stable your feet when you falter. She’ll stick to you till the end, no matter what. And she does understand, what makes a difference is your attitude towards her. The way you speak, the way you try to make her understand and explain, you’ll be surprised to know that she’ll be glad that you chose her to speak your heart. She’s going to tell you that she’d been waiting for this and you can be sure she won’t laugh at your dreams. She just won’t discourage you or turn you down. All you need is patience. I agree there’s a generation gap between us and our folks, but they’re always one step ahead in experience. It’s a big bad world out there, you need prayers. And mom’s the best. If there’s anything troubling you, just tell her. I know it won’t be easy, but once you show her that you trust her, she’s definitely going to understand. Don’t burry your worries inside yourself, that’s the worst way to get rid of them. Consult the home psychologist. Speak to your mom!

Defend your ‘wa’

Don’t let yourself get carried away when you’re angry. People usually say things they regret later when they’re angry. Relax! I won’t guarantee you that it is going to work, but counting till ten once you feel the adrenalin build, has helped more than one person. Take in three deep breaths while you concentrate on the numbers. Perhaps the best way to avoid this situation is to stay calm. Don’t let petty matters disturb your ‘wa’ (Ancient Greek defines ‘wa’ as a person’s inner peace) Don’t let your tongue get things it’s way, remember you might regret anything impulsive you say at that moment. Talk to yourself. Tell yourself that you’re not just anybody’s cup of tea and that you can’t let Mr. Anybody annoy you like that. Take a chill pill!! (Ugh, not K3G again!)

The revision hour or the zero period as we call it, is the most hectic hour of the examination day. It strikes me funny watching all those dodos in the class flipping the textbook and notebooks’ pages hysterically!. “last minute revision is always good” they say. But hey, I don’t agree. Amidst the frenzied room, there sits a calm, lonesome figure. She’s got no tension, no expressions of anxiety on her face. Cool and composed she is. The books are placed right in front her of her, but she aint got no time to attend ‘em. Guess who’s she? Of course, it’s Me! Well not exactly, I don’t wanna exaggerate on the calmness part…but this is it. The last hour scene just before exam is…wild, I should say! I’m very sure it’s the same in other class as well. In my class ( I don’t know about the other classes, but certainly, the situation wont be very different from ours!) one may find 4 to 5 groups of students, discussing the ‘most important’ chapters. ‘united we solve’, they say. And if ‘the united ones’ aren’t able to clear their confusions, they turn up to someone who’s got a better head!

Well, we guys had our Math exam today. You very well know how it is like having breakfast with compasses and protractors! Hey hey, did you call me yesterday? I’m so sorry, I was unable to attend your call. The phone must’ve been big time engaged, na? Gawd, I was getting calls from my die-hard-fans I mean, my class mates who had some silly doubts about the Geometry thingy. Actually you know what? our Math teacher aint as friendly and as genius as I am, (ahem ahem), so it’s like, I’m flooded with phone calls before the Math exam. But I kinda like it…You know, at times as such, I’m like, “God bless Graham Bell! Oops! I mean, “May Graham Bell’s soul rest in peace!”

Well, the next morning, which is quite similar to Dooms Day in more than one way, I enter my hall of anxiety, my class room, in simple terms. And oh, there comes Muniba rushing towards my desk, on the eleventh hour, gasping “Laila! Laila, how do we solve this quadratic equation?”, and I’m like, “Aaaargh! What the heck had you been doing when it was being taught in the class.” She doesn’t answer. But instead, she gives me her wide, innocent smile, and I’m forced to soften. Gosh! Will they ever grow up? And after that, I find myself giving away my algebraic autographs on my dear classmates’ math notebooks…Genius, aint I?

The assembly bell goes in a record time of one hour. The hall gets filled with students still carrying their books in their hands. (last minute revision, right?) Anyway, earnest prayers are made in the not-so-sincere and truthful minds. Believe me, even those, who hadn’t touched their books the previous night, will be found praying like, “Oh God! I worked so hard…please don’t let my hard work go futile… bestow upon your sincere servant the pass marks!”

Finally, in the examination hall, the damned question paper is handed over to me… and I tell myself “the question paper is ‘easy’…it would’ve been ‘easier’ if I actually knew how to solve it…”

Diary Writing-A Sacred Sin!?
(In case u're wondering who Mahin Amjad is, well, she'd written a letter to YT regardin ppl who write diaries, and had labeled 'em COWARDS..umm, i got pretty mad, u c! Read on!

Sad, but I’m forced to write on THIS topic. Diaries. Mahin Amjad, in her article talked about diaries, too. Coincidence, or what? Nah, I’m actually retorting to the piece. Just couldn’t resist the urge to prevent her from depicting a misleading picture of people who write diaries. Do I see some hands raised high? Sorry to say, guys, but you’re all plain cowards according to the writer! And so am I. Yeah, I do write a diary. Love doing so.

“Why do people write diaries?” She questioned. Well, in my case, at least, the purpose of a diary is to bolt the daily happenings in ink. And hey, my diary entry never bears any meaningless writing. Of course, my conscience obstructs the line. What fascinates me about diary writing is the fact that I can read through, rather, re-live my gone by days, once again. Flipping the pages of my diary, grants me a sense of nostalgia. And yes, I share my deepest secrets with it. Friends! Oh, you actually mean to say a friend? A true friend? Sorry buddy, I’ve already gone through a lot of complexities, thanks to this cynical world (no pun intended). I no longer reckon anybody worthy of my confidence, my trust, and my intimacy. I dare not confide in the people I deal with, in my everyday life. No doubt, a diary isn’t able to solve anybody’s problems. But pray tell me, is anybody else, any other mortal being able to solve your problems? My problems? The world’s problems? The answer is NO. In the world of today, where nobody’s able to stand up for his preliminary rights, I’m dead sure, not a single person has a better friend than he, himself. I can’t help being cynic. You, yourself are your best friend. Try me.

A diary, if given a thought, is nothing, but merely your own self. Your feelings in words. It contains all that which you would never want to share with anyone else. Writing a diary, gives you a lithe opportunity to know yourself better. To discover your hidden self. Why, nobody knows himself. I, for one, find diary writing a very rejuvenating practice. It gives me the pleasure I’m not bound to receive from a living soul. The best attribute, I can list that of a diary is, it never goads you. It never disapproves your decisions, and that gives one confidence. I’m the confrontational type, so I believe that a diary is the best companion for me.

A diary lock can be broken, certainly. As a matter of fact, friends can betray, too(is that something too uncommon?). What if someone were to read your diary! Well, all I need to say for that is, the person requires to think twice before doing so. May be, he’s an unscrupulous fellow, and is unaware of the fact that personal letters and diaries are the two things, one ought to handle with great discretion. In such case, one would have a cent percent right to literally tell off that person! Believe me, my diary lays bare on my table (it’s a diary without a lock!), and nobody’s ever dared to open and read it. Not even my mischievous little sister. They know they’re not supposed to do that. It’s as simple as being honest with yourself, and the owner of the diary.

What you write in your diary depends on the type of person you are. Once you grow up, you’ll know all the follies you’ve been committing in your youth. And that should be a whole lot of fun! There’s always a scope to improve. By writing a diary, you know what all metamorphoses you have undergone. And there’s always a chance to change yourself, to enhance yourself. Writing a diary gives you that. It also gives you independence, the strength and the courage, to face your problems, yourself. It’s just you, and your problems. It’s just you, and your secrets. Sounds exciting, right? So, we conclude that people who write diaries are rather exceptionally courageous ones, than cowards, for they have the guts to put down their secrets on paper, and then face the consequences!

Realize your potential!

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