8th April 2008
Today’s page is entirely for me.
For my grieves, my sorrows, my needs and my wants.
In the eleventh grade I am being literally fooled for not having even an I-pod!
I do not demand for all gizmos around me… cell, I-pod, digi-cam, pen-drive…
But at least I should have had one of ‘em!
I know mom and dad have always done so much for me…
And so I am not demanding these goodies. But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel like owning them. The worst part is when baba declined me from having a cell even when Raju mama ajoba was willing to give me. Plus, he did not allow me to have an I-pod for the simple reason, Harshad dada was giving that!
I completely understand his sense of self-pride…
But I would not call this as self-pride, when he is preventing us from being one with time!
And our condition is not bad so as not to afford the gizmos.
But I don’t know why!!!!!
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That’s too ridiculous to depend on people…
I am today like an old woman unable to walk, or to undertake any mundane actions.
I am like a bird with cut wings. I am the ‘abala’ of so called 21st century.
And everything is not about these gizmos.
It goes even deeper than that. Baba has always kept me away from the things I wished to do… like playing lots of pc games, hanging out with friends, eating junk at the corner shop, studying together with friends, sleepovers…
Huh!.
All is so hilarious….
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what am I going to do about this? How am I going to come out of this thing?
How??