New year’s had a whole different meaning as a kid. It wasn’t about drinks or parties but it meant Papa’s going to get a lot of new diaries. And guess who’s going to leave her stamp in all of them. Yup! This GIRL. Each day when he used to come home from office, I would circle around him and ask him to show me all the new diaries he got. I would then sit and analyse all of those diaries.
Pretty sure all those diaries had an India map and telephone codes for all the major cities. Some even went a step forward and included states and their capital. Then came the shameless promotion of the companies.This was of 2 types: 1. The company’s name and logo on cover page, 2. Pages regarding every small thing the company has done and achieved and it’s social impact. The more pages used to promote a company the less likely this girl would use the diary. And of course the line spacing was important as well. Each diary was judged in all of the above parameter before becoming The Chosen One. Not that I had anything fancy to write but it felt like a status symbol to have an awesome diary in the beginning of the year.
Sometimes, I would start writing in a diary and them a new diary used to emerge and steal my heart. And if I started eyeing the new one, Mom would immediately come in between scolding me for wasting diaries and pages. Nevertheless, that didn’t stop me from writing 10 pages in a diary, then end up making a mistake and then picking up a new one because the last one is ruined and I needed it to be fancy. There are so many diaries that I still have to this day. Can’t throw them away because I’ve written personal stuff in it but damn they hog up a lot of space in the bookshelf. It feels great to look back at a lot of these diaries and see the evolution of my handwriting and thought process.
Have you ever done that??? Did you also pretend being the cool kid in class with the prettiest diary?? I would love to know your story with your diary.
Thanks for reading.