The Lost Identity

Meet Bishti

Heyyy !!

Hii Guys…! I welcome you all in my world of DREAMS. You might find it unusual. Some welcome in their DREAM house,  DREAM office, car and even their DREAM bathroom and
kitchen...

But I am welcoming you all in THE WORLD OF MY DREAMS….

To be in ‘ the world of dreams’ is to live the life of your dreams.
Wait...! Is that ‘MY LIFE OF DREAMS…?’

The answer of this question is quite long and you might not be interested.
And actually
‘Why would you be interested in a studious and boring girl’s life…who never experienced any adventure throughout the whole life…..!! '

A girl who is everyday kicked off by her dreams but still breathe for her dreams…

When gains her consciousness find the alarm bell ringing at 4a.m….
The bed and the blanket calling her to get into her arms again seeing frosted morning as mom cares for a child…

But who can defeat a determined girl …She takes out all her anger of dreams on her mom…
She refuses her call and get to the balcony. Spreads her blanket and starts doing Yoga…..

After doing Yoga; she dress up for school. She takes out the night food and goes to bus stop as she has to attend the AMBANI’S Meeting for which she can never be late….

No doubt it was not less than that for her…. After reaching there she sit down on her usual fixed bench waiting for the bus…

Everyday she does try best to not lose her title of the topper….She studies till late night and resist her to sleep. She
does her homework…prepares for tomorrow study….

In between of schoolwork, she anyhow takes out time for her hobbies….

In a nutshell, she is an idol student.
But in the race to become an IDOL STUDENT ;she has lost her definition of Bishti…

Oh! SOorry ...
In flow of my emotion I forgot to introduce myself.

Hiii everyone! again…

I am Bishti ;The writer of this Diary. I am an inter student i.e., 12th class. I am studying in my dream school in Dehradun.

It’s the best school I have ever known…The best teachers,
infrastructure , facilities and awesome friends.

Wait! Don’t think that I am living in hostel. I am living with my two friends sharing room on rent.
They are very sweet, crazy and naughty. You would love meeting them. I will tell about them in detail later.

Everything has a name and you might be bothering about the name of my diary. The name of my diary is………..
             
               ' The Lost Identity ’

You knooow....

Literature is my favourite subject. There are many things which fascinates me about this subject.
But the best thing about literature is that it can make the non living things living.

And this fact always attracts me towards writing diary. No one would say you lunatic if you talk to a book, a diary or any object.
Instead you would be appreciated and honoured for having a creative mind.

It looks funny but that’s the bitter truth of society. It gives me power to fill life in any object, human voice to
any animal, eyes to blind etc.

After all ,

I am a WRITER. A writer has the power to do
anything. He is not less than a Magician.

There’s a very famous and odd situation that we
face in our day to day life.

A situation in which It’s hard
to trust even the closest friend in sharing a particular corner or secret of life. We feel uncomfortable.
If we don’t share our problems with anyone; it starts destroying us from the core of heart.

And thus I decided to express myself somewhere. This would relief me and not even harm my privacy.

The next question was “ Where to express myself ? ”

The answer I got in my class. During any examination; we at fist write the main points in the right corner of
the margin .Then gather all points and arrange it.

If we have multiple points running in our mind then we note down all points. Find out the main point and write it.

Thus, Writing calms us. It provides peace to our inner conscience. And in the way of writing we get answers to many of the unheard questions of our heart.

The questions which we never paid attention on.

We kept on living life of a senseless human who has no aim, who doesn’t know his reality, who doesn’t know what he really needs and who doesn’t know the meaning of his life .

In simple,

SPOILED HIS LIFE FOR NO GOOD CAUSE.

We get to know many things about ourselves. We get to know our likes and dislikes; true aim; our abilities; our mistakes and many more.

And certain questions:-

Is this what we are?

Is this what we want to be?

Is this what I need?

Should I be doing this? If not, what should I do?

The answer to these questions is very sophisticated.

It needs courage to accept the truth and even to find out the answer.
I decide to get the answer of these questions.

SO, I choose to write the diary.
The name of the diary ‘The Lost Identity’ looks odd as per as my character introduced …and it might be wrong name for my diary…

To have confirmation is better…
ssooo………

This diary is a journey to explore me, find the lost me ..,to find the real me …, and to regain me…

This diary is my friend. A friend who knows A-Z about me. I never hesitate to share my feelings. And even my
privacy is not hampered in sharing my emotions.

Thus, these two causes gave me reason to write diary. And a new journey started with my diary…..

Let’s see how long this journey continues…….

Till then……
Stay Tuned……….