INTRODUCTION
I am aware of the fact that this space won’t be much read but I don’t know why I feel like I should share these feelings with someone, actually all of those who might find it difficult to understand what the life of a teenager can be.
DAY1.
Probably I shouldn’t call it the day one “coz I am not going to start this dairy writing from the first day of life.
Still I do find it a little absurd as I do reckon some of the happenings starting from the age of three but believe me, now I can’t even remember the events of last week.
Anyways I am not a golden spoon fed boy and have faced some tough times. If I remember correctly I don’t find any extravagant times of my life. My dad and mom are undergraduate (I fear sometimes, that whether they have done their schooling or not?) who have faced torments of life and brought me up. Well did I tell you my name? Hi I am Harshit, but life has been like the latter part of my name!
I don’t know when I started remembering things and being so perfect or so imperfect; as my friends suggest. But yes I have been a charmer. In my child hood I was just another lad with few extra quintals of fat, which obviously made me look cute, especially in the eyes of ladies. Soon this cuteness transformed in acute problem, in the same eyes, as I grew up. Life took a celluloid twist and bamm!!! My dream palace where I was the Greek god of beauty and cuteness suddenly was raised to the ground.
May be that was when I became prejudiced against the gals. I think I was 8 at that time. Till then I do remember playing one or two odd games (actually to be specific- girlie games) with them, but after attaining early manhood i.e. is 8 years I don’t recon any of such foolish acts.
How come the gals who always spoke of cleanliness and perfume smelling body play games? Games are to be touch and of course smelly isn’t it? And that’s when we men folk joined hands to fight enemy. We had our own area of play in park and damn id any girl dared to poke her nose to our matters and trespass our area. We had our own rules and laws which the members had to abide by. And if anyone did try to move out it was a dead end of his membership.
Birthday parties weren’t only the place of entertainment but also the place we met face to face with our enemies; which often ended up in arguments!
Diary of a teenager Part 2- on the cross roads!
Diary of a teenager part 3- On Doorsteps Of Manhood!
Diary of a Teenager part IV: moving towards change
The Diary Of A Teenager: Part V- Changing Times, Hard Times..
The Diary Of A Teenager: Part VI – To Bigger Troubles
The Diary Of A Teenager; Part 7- Proposing A Girl- Phase 1
The Diary Of A Teenager Part 8- Proposing A Girl- Phase 2
The Diary Of A Teenager: Part 9- Not So Simple Love
The Diary Of A Teenager: Part 10 -The Perfect Alibi
The Diary Of A Teenager: Part 11- Love-Lost-Love
The Diary Of Teenager: Part 12 – Withering hopes
The Diary Of Teenager: part 13 – Life moves on…
The Diary Of A Teenager: Part 14 – Beginning or End?
The Diary Of A Teenager: Part 15 – Harshit The Love Guru
The Diary Of A Teenager: Part 16 – Mission Navjyot’s Crush
The Dairy Of Teenager: Part 17 – Twist in tale
The Diary Of A Teenager: Part 18 – On Your Marks, Get Set, Doom!
The Diary Of A Teenager: Part 19 – The Statistical Love The Diary Of A Teenager: Part 19 – The Statistical Love
