Friends.,

Friends.... The name says it all...

The breathing system of one's life.
The source of smile.
The ones who make a difference in our life with their presence,

We rush to them when we are in trouble. We laugh with them for the silliest jokes. We cry in their arms when in sorrow. We do not have to worry about being accepted as we are accepted the way we are. We might be the worst thing in the world but for them, it doesn't make a difference. When we are in love, they say, "Again?". When we have a heartbreak they say, "You deserve better than him/her. He/she isn't worth your tears". There are times when we feel that we are not worth any happiness but our friends make us realize that we are worth every happiness in the world. 

What will we do without friends? I just can't do anything. Dedicated to all my friends who have made a difference in my life with their existence..,

My dear silence..

In my silence, I know who I really am!

In my silence, I know what I believe in.

In my silence, I make promises to myself.

In my silence, I accept who I am.

In my silence, I forgive myself. 

In my silence, I make new dreams. 

In my silence, every good is mine. 

In my silence, I imagine you.

In my silence, I talk to me. 

In my silence, I run in avenues.

In my silence, I fly with the breeze. 

In my silence, I sync my mind and heart.

In my silence, nothing pulls me apart.

I'm my silence, silence is peace and i trust it; I know it's me! 

Were she is in love?

Ps:) Please read the full post and then only comment. The post appears to be long but its not.

Actually some days ago I was going through the pages of one of my friend personal diary (stil she didn’t no). In that I found she has written a lot on some guy ( pata nahi kaun hai). So much! My blog is second diary for her. So I take the courage to put this post here.

I hope you'll all understand her innocent feelings...

The guy can be called the first and last (till now) boy in her life who made an impact on her. She wrote everything, she still remember the date on which she talked to him first.... its 18/7/2004  she still remember his phone number and birthday. And still remember the date at which, she found out tat she has a crush on him...12/2/2005.

 She still remember him answering a question tat made her happy....wen asked by one of  teacher's ....the question was which gal do u find the most sensible? Guy took her name. She who always value comfort more than appearance and so wore mostly jeans and such stuffs on weekly once. She started wearing skirts and so on just coz' he had once told her that she look nice in school uniform skirt. But she has reverted bakk. She used to call him everyday without miss and without any reason. She still remember the date she met him last it was 15/5/2005. The last day before summer vacations. His dad had got a transfer to somewhr (she didn’t mention place). He was going forever. And she knew he was much more than an ordinary classmate for her.

On the same day she along with her parents had went to the Church (there was some function) ....she is the person who normally go around and hang out with friends in such functions was standing alone... as some big tragedy had gripped her. One of her friend started " hey YOU guy is gone" she couldn't even giv out her stupid smile as she always do wen her frnds tease her on such issues.... she was so sad. In her class had an aim chart in which the aims of all the students were written. She wrote  to become an IAS(funny). His was Software Engineer.  Actually she donno wat he's studying now but she doing to become a Software Engg.

SHE still have the small piece of paper on which he wrote and gave her. Probably he knew tat.......He had gone on 28/5/2005, So that was the last day she Saw him face to face. The last glance to each other was dramatic or u can call it filmy... till there vehicles were static n they were busy talking to friends but as vehicles moved he came over to near the back window and she too but something was stopping her to wave him a bye..... but he did tat then she too waved him back.

She did not called him from 15th to 28th coz she did not know wat to say. she was sad indeed.Finally he called her on 27th and said...." Happy birthday"  ...he said (she mentioned on her dairy) this is the last call I am making to you .... but be sure of the fact that we will someday meet " I couldn't say anything .... She just said ok bye. The very next day she got fever and this is very true and it has happened. But she must say that coz’s her parents knew all about it and ... She still teased about it.

But her one desire ... to see him off in the station was unfulfilled. She did not hav the courage to ask her parents. This might sound to u all ... as childish. It is childish too coz it all happened 5-6 yrs back..,

xoxo

                                                                                                                                

Folded memories

This poem is for my childhood friend, after a so many years, we met through Facebook.

 I thought our friendship alive but fact is she not remember me at all :)

My life was all in pieces before joining a college few years back.
I had everything, but still a part seemed missing, so I'm ready to hunting.
That was until you came in my life again..(surprise)
I knew you not too well,
To me you were just a friend of friend.
Then god played his game, and we grew closer.
The “just friends” tag was lost in no time
And you started becoming a friend
With whom you could solve your problems..
We started sharing common interests.
And we should started teasing every day.
To be honest, I’ve never found a friend like you
Who would genuinely like what I liked.
Our bonding and understanding grew stronger but we never expressed it.
In a time lesser than we’d expected.
And though there times when we could’ve broken apart,
But our walls of trust survived
The strong winds of misunderstandings.
Looking at the past now,
I treasure every moment spent with you.
And I thank the lord with my whole heart
For he sent me YOU
As my Guardian Angel.
You have a special chamber in my heart
That no one can ever replace.
I must say, friends I’ve had many,
But someone like you comes in life just once in a while.
And I face a word drought
When I try to explain what it is like to have you.
I adore your angelic brown eyes,
The laughter that brings a new life in the air,
Smile that’s so contagious,
A person who patiently listens
Whenever I need someone to talk to.
You’re all I ever needed in a friend.
Always be there
Hope you remember me, otherwise just forget me.

xoxo

An Open Letter To The Examiner

Dear Sir/Madam,

I am a final year graduation student. I have had a really adventurous experience with the exams over the last three years. Since mine is a full time degree course and exams happen twice in a year, I spend the whole semester killing time, attending classes with half the mind, roaming around instead of going library and gossiping instead of group studying. Not my fault. The classes end by the second week of December and it makes practically no sense in waking up at 8am in cold winter just to go college. So I stay at flat in my cozy bed when the winter is on its bitter most mood and that staying at flat-waking up at 11am-watching sky-facebooking-hanging out in the evening-watching movies-sleeping late continues till 21 of December. when I realise the exams are nearing and should 'really start studying'. Once again problem arises with new released movie DON-2, making my mind to set and thought that at-least make it last yar.

      The books and  notes are arranged . Day schedules are made, how much to study in how many days is decided, a public declaration in the family, on facebook and on twitter is made ' my exams are going to begin, don't disturb me while I'm studying please!. The first day is spent walking into the reading room and searching for a place, and while looking at the syllabus and solving some important que,( chal na kitna padega, kuch kake athe hai) the day wil end. Next day A book is opened, reading of the introductory chapter begins and the next thing that happens is waking up with a hurting neck cuz of falling asleep on the library study table. And then such cycles of falling asleep with open books are more frequent, (starting trouble).When everyone around you is buzzing 'kitna padh liya?' And you say 'abhi tak kuch bhi nai!' It’s a lil shameful to reply that every time so I really try studying. If I bunk for reading room, people think I'm studying in my room all day long, when instead I sleep, check updates on fb continuously even though I know nothing is happening, play chess ( it is addictive, really!) , check tweets and not reply them, check blog stats, read new blogposts and think to self 'I'll surely write something good once exams are over' and then go back to books, yawn and fall asleep again. 

Then in the last 4 days, but reserved 31 night for celebration., realization hits like a speeding truck : 'you're gonna fail if you don't study now!' So an emergency study schedule is made, studying for 14 hours a day, yes! And then out of planned 14 hours, only 8 hours of studying actually happens. The exams begin. So I'm there in the examination hall, all by myself. Now I know everyone is all by themselves but there are some chics who aren’t, they flirt with the invigilator who in turn let them cheat from the girl sitting next to them, I can never ever do that.  

I pray to god to help me score atleasssst 60% in the given subject. I write my paper so neatly, underline the headlines, use a black pen to highlight the important words, present my best handwriting, and finish the paper a little after the 2nd half hour. I look around and I see everyone still writing! I wonder what's there to write so much, panic a bit, go through my paper again but find no words to add. So I go to searching 1 marks but it wil also not happening. The pattern is repeated in the rest papers. You see, I don't leave my paper empty nor do I write useless stories. I write the required material. That means a little less load on you to go through, still you sir, never give me good marks. 

Waiting for results is an entirely different story I’m skipping here. You give me just enough marks to land at a 60 percent over all. Myself starts taunting 'sale itne number bhi kyun layi,is se acha fail hi ho jati' and the whole day is wasted. There are even more remarks about not deserving the gift for such meager marks which are ignored. But the point is sir, if you mark my papers with keeping those points in your mind, how much hurt would be by seeing me cry for not scoring enough, I would really, really wish you well and not curse as 'kamine examiner ki wife must’ve denied him *blah blah blah* so uska gussa mera paper check karte time nikala'. You see, how much better everything would be if you are a little kind-hearted while checking those papers? You would be loved by people you don't even know!

Well, I have done my exams, hope you've read this before announcing the result sir!

Your Sincere

'Can't study every day at all!' Student