Long back I wrote this

Was always keen about writing my diary, had also started writing when i was in school somewhere around 9 standard.I still remember that small lock diary that i got as a birthday present and used to scribble sometimes in it - when ever i was extremely happy or extremely sad. And also remember me tearing the whole diary out of some anger. Though I hardly get angry but that day i still rememeber , i was very very angry and it is my old habit to tear things out of anger. So that day poor diary got destroyed by my own hands. BTW old habits die hard, even todya when ever i m angry and if at that time i m on my pc, i start deleting the mails. It sounds really funny though. Anyway , i remember my first small poem that i wrote in that diary. Dont remeber the exact words but it was some thing like this:

As kids , we die for toys

we die for chocolates and stuff

As students, we die for getting good marks

After studies we die to get a good job

When young, we die to get married, have kids

As the age advances we die to paly with our grand children

For the entire life, man dies for different things at different ages

If we keep on dying for things , when will we start living.