Year 1999, class VII at IMST, Malkangiri we had a English Literature teacher Miss. Marry. She was best at her job, in other words I Loved Her… u guys must be thinking… Is Su… a Le*****!!!!!!!! Aaahhhannnnn nothing like that :-P he he e he … Once in a free period she asked the class to write on a particular topic… Actually tried hard to have a flashback of the particular topic but failed :( any how… she gave the topic and at the end of 45 minutes of class we all submitted her the described topic in a piece of paper. After 3 days she entered to our class and called out my name “hey!!! Where’s survi!!!,The best essay which I selected out of 39 students is yours”. I was surprised to hear that :-O (It was not actually so good… lots of grammatical errors, poor sentence formation, bla bla bla…)
Then she asked me, do write something everyday… and start a practice of writing a diary… since then I started writing diary…. Till my class 12th I used to write impersonal things… Ohhh yes Some times when I used to feel very lonely … I used to write some personal matters… that too not in English or Hindi or Oriya but “ OIR-HIN-GLISH“ sounds funny!!! I used to and still follow the same pattern in my personal diary till date :) “Oir-Hin-Glish” is such a language….. quite difficult to encrypt and decrypt except me… Suppose tomorrow something unknown happens to me and Police or CBI or even FBI try to decrypt, cant decrypt it …. LOL :D
This concept of “Oir-Hin-Glish” got into existence after I was caught for the first time by my DAD in class VIII where I have written few lines about my 1st Crush. OMG can never forget that day ;( Dad took my diary into custody for two weeks… That diary consisted of lyrics from Kaho na pyaar hai, Kuch Kuch Hota Hai, etc. I don’t know at those days I had a craze to write the lyrics, listening them on my Sony Walkman. (was gifted from my dada on my 12th birthday) Some of my Bakwash Stories which never had a meaning. Some of my sketches (good ones). Some phone numbers, postal address etc…
From the year 2004 I started writing my diary every personal and impersonal matter. And till today I have never been caught for it coz my dad understood it has become a part of my life. Since my wedding I hardly write my diary… Dunno Y I don’t feel to write… May be I got a partner with whom I am sharing all my views…
Missing my diary …. So decided to hug my diary once again from tomorrow… Missed you my honey dipped diary…. I Love You Muuuuuaaaaaahhhhhh <3
