4th October, 2014 - First Diary Entry

Never in my whole life I thought that I would ever write a diary. That too, on a blogging website. Writing a diary for me is like a responsible task. You have to do it everyday before you go to sleep, or before you...whatever. But still, if you have been writing a journal or a diary for years, I would like to congratulate you on this achievement.

I don't know why I started writing this e-diary. Maybe because I want to share my thoughts. And it is much easier to type than to write thousand words on a paper and give your hand a sprain. 

Now about me, I am a 16 years old girl living in India. I am not going to give out the name of the place where I live for my privacy reasons. I am a Science student studying in 11th grade. I have a goal of becoming a doctor. And if possible, a surgeon. 

If you are living in India, and if you have such goals in your life, your parents won't stop supporting you. But their support soon turns into pressure which in turn makes your life into a living hell. 

We all know India is a hugely populated country. So, there are also so many youngsters trying out for college. The best colleges have only a few seats (in the medical field) and the competition is very high. So of course, all you have to do is work really hard. In 11th and 12th grade, you need to forget the outside world and indulge yourself totally into academics. 

Ha! But here I am, typing all this instead of practicing my physics questions.

I have a younger brother, who is currently in 4th grade. My father is an engineer and my mom is a homemaker. I actually don't have any friends. You can say I am a type of person who would be joking around with everyone and the one who is making everyone laugh, but actually does not have a true friend. It makes me feel a little sad sometime but I guess I am okay with it. 

Today, my day was like typical everyday. See how many times I used 'day' in a sentence.

We had a holiday on account of Dussherra. I woke up late in the morning around 11 but got an amazing breakfast served by my mom. Afterwards, I studied. And studied. Around 2, I watched this movie called Taal. Honestly, I have never watched any old Bollywood romance movies before. But damn, this picture was so funny.

The movie was showing how the guy and the girl were falling in love. But seriously, it was so horribly funny. Being an Indian I will say it, the romance in Bollywood movies can never take place in real life. 

No guy secretly goes around taking pictures of a girl in a market. And if he does, he is a serial killer or something. And no guys take a picture of a girl when he is hanging by a rope as a life support on the edge of a mountain and introduces himself to the girl when he is actually about to die. 

Seriously, romance is fake. Where can we find realism?

These things are just so...so mind blowing. Like literally. For a minute I felt that if I continued watching this movie for any more minute, by brain will automatically explode due to the crappy cliches of that film. I don't even know if it is a word. 

OK...enough about the movie. It isn't night right now, but I hope I have some good plans to go outside. Let us hope...for that.