True friend... :)

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I need to know if you are my true fren,

Will you be my side until the end?

Can I tell you my secrets deep,

And trust them in your Heart you’ll keep?

We are neither of us without our flaws,

Can you accept mine as I will yours?

I’ll be a shoulder to cry on when you’re blue,

Will you be there for me when I need you?

No matter how busy I’ll make time for you,

If you are busy will you make time for me too?

I will take your hand & comfort your tears,

Will you hold me sooth my fears>

I will give you joy & many warm smiles,

Can we share that even across miles?

I will never forget what’s important to me,

Will you remember what’s important to me too?

With you my most favourite things I’ll share,

If only I know do you truly care?

If you can accept me as I do you,

Then I will know you are a fren “MOST TRUE”.

J

Will u be my valentine??

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A small town boy, deeply in love with a gal... first a dear friend, then the reason for his making it to the place he truly deserved but would never realise.

There was a young boy Ryan, who lived the usual way, as every guy did during his teens...enjoying roaming about with friends; sit at places for hours, chatting about girls; missing a 7pointer gal was a crime! Where “7pointer” had nothing to do with the grades she got for her subjects...it was a criterion of RATING gals over looks! The one who got an eight was a real “angel”.

He was going well with his usual self, when his life took a turn, and entered a girl, softly, round the corner. He had never known her, but her first glance made him feel as if he was waiting to see her ever since. It was somebody’s wedding, when he saw her, dressed in a salwar-kurta, and could not prevent her seeing him open-mouthed.

They happened to belong to the same stream, and he was glad to realise it. The girl grew more and more upon him... There began to be fewer moments when they were not together. The guy could not realise what took him off his feet, each time she looked at him, smiling. What was there that drew him to her, to listen to whatever she had to say. He got stuck up looking at her several times, and made funny justifications when noticed.

It became excruciating for him to not be able to tell her something he thought, or something that happened to him. Even while away, talking to her through calls or text became a necessity as indispensable as food and air for him. The day she would not turn up for coaching, if at all it happened, would make him restless, and he would not bother to skip himself too.

Talks of parents, to siblings; friends, to teachers...there wasn’t a topic left which wasn’t repeated at least 5 times. Likes and dislikes became common to both. He spent several sleepless nights, thinking about her. It seemed to him as if she was the reason for his existence. Her words became his code of conduct.

He could not let anybody else being around her. Somebody coming up to her, showing interest made him mad. Anything that made her feel bad, made him feel bitter! If he grew unusually irritated over any stupid thing, his friends found calling the girl and making him talk to her the only option out.

One day, when the topic of them probably getting different colleges hit, something dropped down his stomach, through his gut. Something empty, large but empty. A sudden pain grew over and it appeared to him as if he would paralyse with her not being around. When he could draw no other conclusion to what was happening to him, he chose the nearing February for lending action to his thought.

It was the fine sunny day of Feb 14th, when he approached her, and as always, they headed to their coaching. Today he looked differently good. He did not know for a second, what went on in the class. His energies were directed only to figure out something to say, that would make her say “yes”, the desperately awaited “yes”.

After the class, she asked him the reason for him dressing so good that day, but all he heard was, “you are here to tell me something na...say it.” With a moment of gasping, he forgot all that he planned for the day, and uttered in young-boyish innocence, “I love you. Will you plzz plzz be my valentine??”

She turned to him, gave him a look which meant “what took you so long to say this?” A faint trail of tear rolled down her fair cheeks and she hugged him saying what he truly wished to hear...

:D :D

These Are No Maginot Lines...

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Today, the world opened my eyes to something we talk about every day, curse the system for it every time, nothing unknown, nothing new bouncing onto me, but still it has some strong urge for me to realize the depth of this “so talked about, yet ignored” fact.

“India is a vast country.” All my primary SOCIAL STUDIES lessons began with this statement. It had always been one of the most commonly used statements in the day to day lectures and public addresses. But today, I suddenly realised the real vastness of this great country.

It is the “group day” to be celebrated in the college today, as declared by cHrD. People went shopping, discussing about their wear-abouts for hours (I literally mean HOURS!), “Why do we wear this pink yaar, it’s so damn common. Even those people in the other department are wearing the same! We are different yaar. NOT PINK!”; “Oh no! These people filched our idea of wearing white!” These were the talks that sounded the entire hostel. People, pretty worried of wearing something, that would make each eye follow them.

This drives me to wonder if I actually belonged to this world! Why do these “so-called common thought” do not hit me? Am I normal; or these around me, abnormal? I knew it way back, even during early school days that I am probably not made for such “extra-curricular” activities :P But the scene seems to be much more ruthless than I estimated it to be. When was the last time we people observed or admired nature; or when did we last think of our parents, other than the regular calls that we receive from them; when was the last time that we were cautious about the things that happened around the world; rustling, yet unheard?

How do these people really manage to take out time for something so pity, so non-intellectual, so terribly ridiculous?! Or, even this thought does not strike in to enter their grey-matter, splitting the latest fashion-trends, the accessories that would go along with their dresses, pretty dresses gifted to somebody else by their boyfriends, the ways to figure out plans to make their boyfriends give them better gifts!!

Most evidently, NO! How can one even think of over-looking these so very important issues of life?! How can we not be conscious of how we look?! Damn, there are so many beauties springing up these days in the industry, and they wear so really adorable stuff, how do I resist imitating them?!

Its saddening, and moreover dis-heartening to see this whole lot, taking the very same beaten path ; agreeing in full admiration, to imitate and keep following the ways defined centuries back.

Again someday, there would be a set of people who would come-up with some sensible cinema as “3-idiots” to make people know the importance of one’s separate identity, giving scope for the growth of one’s quality of having an opinion about everything he listens to; but it would be sadly interpreted as a means to be screened for seniors when they are caught raagging; or as a convenient option for students to declare the complete educational system in India the cause of their incompetence!

But everybody today, who were “known to become engineers and doctors at the time of their birth” have got nothing to do with the sort of study they are involved with, but to simply assume their paths to be finely and smoothly paved with another post-graduate degree, in the face of Masters or MBA, awaiting their arrival, and then a grand multi-national welcoming them open-armed. But has anybody opened their eyes to this realisation, that what after a set of qualifications you earn, to frame and put on the most auspicious wall of your house? What after you earn a hell lot of money, enough for an entire life-time; what after you reach your ultimate goal of attaining MONEY?

People often forget, or may be, do not even consider this thought to waste their precious time and strength to reflect upon, or this does not belong to the syllabus they are provided with, that money is not the ultimate goal of life!

All we are doing is racing, racing our paths to success, to wealth, to luxury; not excellence, not mental-satisfaction, not the peace of mind. All we know, and all we talk about is MONEY, big damn money. Things that ever gave us pleasure, be it books or a guitar, become restrained to value- addition of shelves back home! People do not have any hobbies, they are made to have one, or rather “say” one, coz you’ll need it when your big daddies ask you about it at the interviews.

Even here, the mind begins racing so fetch the most attractive, most adorable hobby, whether you know about it or not. All we know, and all we care about are these stupid materialistic things, which would get exhausted soon, really soon.

So, wake up people, get a grip to what means what to you, know your priorities in favour as you WISH them to happen, & not THINK as they should go..

WAKE UP... WAKE UP!!

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