Thanks vinay

there is, no one like you.
a little light in my life dark.
for all the times we fought,
are memories i cherish a lot,
our friendship now a fire,
that was once just a spark.

there is, no one like you.
a heart, always there for me.
for all the times, we made us smile,
with silly jokes, just for a while,
a sweetheart you are dear,
now and always you shall be.

you were there for me,
when no one else did care.
your voice i can hear,
in my heart it is always there.

there is, no one like you,
a little friend, that god did send,
an angel, that i did find.
a face i see, as my sis dearest,
whose thoughts i value always,
and that i keep in mind.

i wish i could say,
a lot more than this,
i know how you feel,
there is something amiss.
you are strong, i know that,
come back to who you are,
as that smiling darling,
who makes me laugh from afar.

take your time, but be back,
your presence i now lack,
for you mean a lot to me sis,
i speak from my heart this,
come back soon, my best friend,
and your thoughts, once again lend.
if i can make you smile through my words,
then i feel, no distance can keep us apart.

friends always forever...!! :) till february has 31 days...

lots of luv, and hugs, from me to you.
your anian...! :)

Dosti

The only song that comes into my mind when I think of friends and FRIENDSHIP. Of late this song has become even more close to my heart… coz before leaving to America Box sang this song and sent it to my cellphone as a voice sms! The song is from the movie Rockford...

Lyrics goes such:


Yaaron dosti badi hi haseen hai
Yeh na ho to kya phir
Bolo yeh zindgi hai
Koi to ho raajdaan
Be garaj tera ho yaar
Koi to ho raajdaan

Yaaron mohabbat hi to bandgi hai
Yeh na ho to kya phir
bolo yeh zindgi hai
Koi to dilbar ho yaar
Jisko tujhse ho pyaar
Koi to dilbar ho yaar

Teri har ek buraai pe
daante vo dost
Gam ki ho dhoop to
saaya bane tera vo dost
Naache bhi vo
Teri khushi main

Yaaron dosti badi hi haseen hai
Yeh na ho to kya phir
Bolo yeh zindgi hai
Koi to ho raajdaan
Be garaj tera ho yaar
Koi to ho raajdaan

Tan mann kar tum pe fida
Mahboob vo
Palkon pe jo rakhe tujhe
Mahboob vo
Jiski vafa tere liye ho

Are Yaaron dosti badi hi haseen hai
Yeh na ho to kya phir
Bolo yeh zindgi hai
Koi to dilbar ho yaar
Jisko tujhse ho pyaar
Koi to dilbar ho yaar

Translation for those who are little versed with Hindi!! :)

Friends, frendship, is a very beautiful thing
If its not there, then tell me, what is life?
There must be someone trustworthy, he/she should be your friend without any need
There must be someone trustworthy

Friends, love is a devotion
If its not there, then tell me, what is life?
There must be one sweetheart, who loves you,
There must be one sweetheart

For your every mistake, your friend must scold you,
When there are pangs of sorrow, your friend must become your shadow
Your friend must also dance with you, in your happiness...

Friends, frendship, is a very beautiful thing
If its not there, then tell me, what is life?
There must be someone trustworthy, he/she should be your friend without any need
There must be someone trustworthy

Someone who will devote his/her entire body and heart to you. A lover like this should be there in your life
He/she (lover) must keep you on his eyelashes (shouldn't keep you away from his/her eyesight)
whose faithfulness should be only for you

Friends, love is a devotion
If its not there, then tell me, what is life?
There must be one sweetheart, who loves you,
There must be one sweetheart

Posted on behalf of LukkyDivz by Leo ... have a nice weekend... Enjoy the song! :)

A farewell

I love airports. I haven’t been there many times and the very few times that took me there…always had me in tears. I love them nevertheless.

Yesterday or more precisely in the early hours of this morning three of my friends left for the USA. This post is about my whole experience of watching them leave.

At around 4PM in the noon yesterday, I went to Box’s house so I can bid them farewell, as they were getting ready for their new ventures. The moment I entered, she gave me a packet full of some American chocolates (that I finished in two hours or so). We chatted for sometime, listened to some English music and laughed about not understanding a single word of the lyrics yet trying to sing them aloud as if the world was ours… Box was showing off her posh hair cut that she had got done at some parlor for 650 rupees :P. Was finding it so cute to see her looking into the mirror at least three hundred times yesterday :D

A little later she started showing some of the things that she was taking to the US. And among them were the two letters I wrote to her… one was in third year of engineering while exams were going on when she jokingly asked me for a Snickers chocolate and I couldn’t stop myself from buying one for her. I also wrote a letter and dropped it along with the chocolate into her bag as a surprise. Stupid Box dint notice the gift until I messaged her on my own to check her bag.

Needless to say, she was damn happy! She messaged me back saying that she is feeling really great for the fact that I wrote a letter for her despite having an exam the next day.

Another letter… or I rather say CARD I made for her on her birthday. The card was so full of smiles, my love added with a bountiful of insecurity. I told her not to forget me when she went abroad to which she always replied- how will I?

Reading my own letters made me cry. Just made me realize how difficult it is to not to have them around for a span of two years. I cried…thinking of future, if there is anyone at all left to take care of me like they did for all these years. I would miss their cheerful faces, I would miss chatting with them, I would miss their voices, the fun…. I would miss out on everything.

I got back to normal in a few minutes. We laughed again, we had dinner, we continued chatting and Box... she was still talking to us… while adjusting her hair of course :D.

11PM- the time for us to start for the airport. She held her luggage; she wore her new branded shoes, was smiling and laughing…so excited she was. Maybe inside she was crying… but it is amazing how she smiles hiding her grief within. It is tough for anyone…. to leave your family and go away to a place so far that you wouldn’t be able to see those faces again for 365+365 days. (I know web cams are available…still…)

But I was crying… seeing all of that I was crying. I felt like hugging her and not letting her go. I felt like telling her that I need her as much as I need my family.

We got into the car. I luckily had a chance to sit beside her while she held my hand into hers and started with her ever so lively blabber. That’s the best thing about her. Some people cry with you, others just try to bring a smile on your face…you know they just cannot see you sad.

We laughed again. In between a few tears did roll down my cheeks but then… I told you… she wouldn’t let us cry… so we laughed … :)

And then we got down at the airport. Met the other two friends- Harika and Divya and a whole lot of their relatives. They were obviously getting busier with each passing moment. Div came by and gave me a hug and told me not to cry. It made me cry again.

Harika and I, just exchanged a few glances… don’t know why. It still baffles me. We are apparently the thickest of friends …like I always said… nobody knows me better than what she does. She knows the good… and the bad in me... just everything … yet… yesterday was a complete mystery. I’m just assuming that some things are better not said. And so she preferred not to :O

While box gave me back those glances just to check if I was all right. With her sweet lil gestures she kept saying- Plz don’t cry Div.

All through this Shailu too kept saying- Don’t cry Div, they would not want to see us sad while leaving.

That’s how she controlled her plight.

But how would not I cry? They are my best friends. And it obviously hurts to see them leave. And I never learned to hide my feelings – love, hate, insecurity, possessiveness, anger…whatever!

And they left… smiling and waving.

On the way back home, I cried again. I was rather afraid to live a life without them.
I thought to myself– Shailu is my baby, I got to take care of her… but who would take care of me?
And just then she held my hand…tightly…assuring me that she is still there. Babies are the biggest joy of your life… and sometimes they even prove the biggest support!

It was 4AM when i received a text message, I wondered who might have sent me a message to me at the time of the night... it was Lena's I missed you message. Janu i dint have enough balance in my cell to sms you to say that I wont be online :(

This is probably the last post I’m writing for this year unless I really get an urge to write something. (That can even be tomorrow :D ). So Happy Christmas and a very Happy New Year to all!!

P.S - I’m in delhi from 28th of December to don’t-know-when. So I might not get a chance to visit your blogs … please bear with my absence ;)

The PIF gift

An year back, Lena said-

"I promise to send a small handmade gift to the first three people who reply to this post on my blog, specifying that they accept the PIF challenge. I do not know what the gift will be as of now, but it will be something personalized and I promise to have it delivered to them within one year from today, no matter what. Of course, as the name indicates, the condition is that all three of them must in turn pay it forward the same way, by putting up a post linking to this one on their blog and promising to send three others a handmade gift."

And finally, I received the long awaited gift from Janu this Monday :). This is what Janu had sent me as a PIF gift.


Since I could not give my address due to some personal problems, I had to collect it from a post office some twelve kilometers away from my home :P. I was obviously excited…about the letter, the handmade bracelet and the chocolates :). And as you can see I got more than what I expected – a small huggable pillow with – YOU”RE SPECIAL printed on it :)

When i first saw the packet I was like- wow! A big pack of gifts :P means more and more Russian chocolates :P.

I opened it… at the post office itself :P couldn’t wait till I get home :(. And you know Janu… the first I did after opening the cover was – reading your letter. I was more absorbed into reading what you wrote for me rather than those chocolates that you had sent. (They take the second place though :P PIF gift is only a complimentary :P).

My sweet Div, Divvi, Divvu

This is not a letter but a few notes about how much you matter to me.

• You’re the sweetest girl and that’s because you eat too much chocolate :P.
  
• You’re my 3AM friend. You’re a special person. of course you know this but I will repeat it again and again.
• You know me better than my real sister does. Well, you’re as much a real sister as she is.
  
• Me loves you a lot. You know that. That’s why I always sms you even though you don’t reply.
• I will come to India, that’s a promise. And you will be one among few whom I will meet. And we will go to chocolate house and I will pay. That’s a promise.
• But you pay for ice creams.
• I Love You sweets
  
• I care about you.
• I miss you all the time when you’re not online. And you’re more than just a great friend to me. You’re my sweet little cute sister. Love always, Lena

I cried while reading the letter. When you said I’m sweet. When you said I’m your 3AM friend. When you said I’m special. When you said you miss me when I’m offline. When you said I know you better than your real sister does. When you said I’m as much a real sister as she is to you. When you said you love me a lot. When you said that you sms ,me but I don’t reply. When you said that you’ll come to India and I’ll be among the few whom you’re gonna meet. When you said that you would take me to chocolate house.

And I smiled when you said you will pay :P

You know letters make me emotional. Even if I read something silly and funny written by someone close to me…they brings tears. That is what happened at the post office. Then I took a sneak peek of the NUMBER of chocolates and smiled to myself :) – today’s going to be a chocolate day ;) and then the imprinted lines on the pillow.

On the way back home. I was reminded of the PIF post, my first stupid mail to you, the one year journey along the roads of friendship, the times when you were sad and I stood by you and those times when I was/am :P sad/mad and you always stood by me.

Was also reminded of one particular chat when you gave me some virtual hugs because I was feeling low and I said- these are not real ones Janu. I want real hugs that can comfort me. And you replied- I wish I could give you some real ones dear.

A single tear dropped from my eyes remembering that chat and you know I closed my eyes for a few seconds before I realized that I was driving my bike.
For a moment I thought I was almost gone.

And Janu you did send me a real hug. REALLY. Since that day I’ve been sleeping with the pillow in my arms. (lol, no romance intended :P). The pillow that you had sent me is no less than a real hug. By the way I shared the chocolates with family and friends. But the two big bars were made ONLY for me and so dint feel like sharing :P.

This is for you janu ;) click to enlarge :)




Well, it is Saturday so I guess I can dedicate a song to Janu in the form of MMM.
My favorite things from the movie- The sound of music.

Sid's dedication

Sid of Silent Recollections has posted a poem as a dedication- to me / my grandfather I'm not sure ;) . All i wanna say is that sid, you know what makes me happy :) and when :) . It just made me feel a lil proud of myself :)

Love u :) Keep smiling always ;) and Thank you so much!!

Exam fever :|

Exam time on blogger. Takes me back to November 2007. Last exam of that semester and we were given three days for preparation. First two days were somehow misused (I used to be online for a minimum of ten hours even during my exam time :D )and the last day marked the beginning of nervousness frustration and loss of hope. Partially because some other trivial things bothered me much. All of a sudden I started crying. Messaged Box at like 3AM about my miserable condition- that only six hours were left for the exam and I haven’t even started with my preparation. And the sweetheart that she is…she called up as soon as she saw the message and started giving me tips on what to read, how to read, that she would help me out with the revision in college and if needed she would come to college a bit early so we both can finish off with the revision of at least two units. And with that level of confidence she had built up inside me… I studied hard for the next three hours, was satisfied with my preparation…hoping that I would definitely pass the exam.

Would you believe if I said that my eyes are filled with tears as I am typing these lines!! :(

Anyways… all the best to everybody giving their exams this month. Special wishes to Sid, Neha, Raks and Vinay.



Seems the other three are quite flippant about their exams but Sid is one guy who fears exams too much. Same-pinch Sid, that’s one reason I haven’t decided on going for higher studies. I can’t handle them anymore :|. Still, like I told you before…take short breaks in between, if you feel too low talk to people who make you feel better and most of all…take it easy :P

Love.

Sharing the fleeting joy...

I have not been in my high-spirits during the past one week. Actually I’m still frustrated…with life, with myself and everything that’s happening around.

But between all of this… a few things made me smile.

The first is Sami's gift: I wish I had a cam so I could click pictures of what she had sent for me as a part of the due birthday gift :P. A sweet (read small) letter, two chocolate boxes (again read small :P), a lovely stole and a perfume LOVE AFFAIR :O :D. Of course the closest to my heart will always be the letter (considering that she hasn’t ever written a letter to anybody :P including her love :P).

Hey lambi,

Finally I sat down to write down something for you :) (Sorry don’t mind my handwriting :D).

Just want to say that I love you loads and loads and you are like a “real” sweet sister to me whom I can not only laugh and talk with but also fight to my hearts content- HA HA HA!



No matter wherever we go or whatever you do, may our love always grow. Hope to meet you as soon as possible… (at least at my wedding *blush blush*) :P

May every little wish from your pure heart come true and may you always be the queen of your king’s heart.

BE HAPPY ALWAYS.

Keep smiling :)

Stop growing taller (lol).

GOD BLESS YOU LAMBI.

LOVE YOU LOADS.

UMMMMMMMMMAAA!

Behind the letter she made a brick wall of all the names she gave me till date- Div, Divvi, Divvu, Lambi, Dumbi, Pagli, Sissy, Goodlegooba, Divya, Sweetheart, Baby :D :D

That was her letter…she tried her best to make it look better than what I made for her but of course failed :P

I know she would kill me if I thanked her for everything…

Mots, no matter how many times we fight… no matter how many times YOU shout at me :P … I will always have the same love for you- the love of a “REAL” sister. Plz don't ever think I love you any less. Ummaa.

And Vinay made me smile yet again today :). He made this pic with a poem for me. The poem is about my love for my grandfather. I am stunned how nicely you have put my feelings for my grandpa into a poem. And you know this is the bestest gift anybody could have ever given me :).

My First Poem : A quirk of fate

A smart young fellow admired by all
A gifted intellect and a heart of gold
A belief system so strong
Hopes and dreams that held his brawn

He stood an example for platonic love
People valued his selfless thoughts
His body and soul rooted in faith
Trusted God to every extent

A quirk of fate and he tumbles down
Hope dies by inches and breaks him along
Sick at heart, he hits the bottles
Gives up hope and ends the battles

Questions his existence and his strong beliefs
Loses conscience and blames his ethics
He shoots his mouth and goes weak
Lives in doldrums and dies in grief

For all that you do, I have nothing to say
But Look to your right, you will find me there
A rising star I see in your eyes
Reach for the skies and fight to the finish


P.S - This poem was the first one i ever wrote, a dedication to a friend and a treasured memory. Do not search for the comments section- disabled ;)

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