Saudade

Its been long, real long,

but memories still fresh,
as if it was yesterday,

the sounds still echo,
as if you were never away.

the fragrance of you,
still sweetening my memories

you're miles far away,
not just in distance,
but in each possible way.

We will be together,
I lie to myself each day.

I can do nothing about it,
Dying a little more,
Believe in destiny,
No, I don't anymore.

For you my friend..

Few relations are to strange to define,

So, is the one of Pragati and mine!

It was when I started blogging,

That embarked the beginning..

It’s a peculiar camaraderie, we share,

Sort of which is develoiped very rare..

Though we just had an interaction through blogger,

But by now, she knows most of me, and I know most of her!!

Though we are at distance apart,

Though the physical proximity absent!

Yet, the bond we  nurture and savour surpasses such barriers,

A friendship, a bond created by & by, and solidified for ever & ever!!

We  have frequent meetings virtually,

And share our secrets, our thoughts too easily..

The conversation of the good old times.

The secrets shared,

The thoughts exchanged.

Of the good old times...

The moments of sharing,

The moments of caring,

The moments too gloomy,

The moments too happy..

All such thoughts and secrets would ever be preserved,

All such moments,  ever  cherished!!

We would be found chating, until wee hours,

Nothing can be sillier or lamer than chat of ours!! [ ;) ]

She is too sweet, sublime and too gentle,

But, from our chat sessions we would both appear mental!

She is too caring, and too courteous,

But we never agree, and are ever rebellious [  ;) ]

She won’t skip an opportunity to chop me, ever

But alas! Each time ends up meeting failure

She is too sporty and loves challenges and bets!

But alas, each time fails and regrets!! [ :p ]

I have got some confessions to make too …

Inspite of all leg pulling & teasing,

She is the one , I would ever cherish to have!

Inspite of disagreeing at each point,

She is the one, I would not afford to lose!

Inspite of all my weirdness,

She is the one, who understasnds one with ease!

Inspite of me being an introvert otherwise,

She is the one, who radiates easy sharing vibes!!

Inspite of my frequent mood swings,

She is the one, who supports and is there to bear with me [:)]

Inspite of me, ignorantlyand unintentionally being rude at times,

She is one who understands me the way I meant, not the way I said [ :) ]

Inspite of having never met,

She is  the one, who knows pretty well how to annoy / flatter me [ ;) ]

Inspite of not knowing for very long,

She is the one, to whom I can entrust my secrets..

Now just as she would have done reading this,

She is the one, who still wont be satisfied [ :p ]

Valentine's day...

"The purpose of a relation is not to have someone who might complete you, but to have the one, with whom you can share your completeness.. happy valentine's day"

My reply:

When in good & healthy relation;

hunting for purpose may cause a friction!

In life its not being with someone, who makes us complete

But sharing with someone in life, with whom none can compete..

Hope you find someone true and just,

As each relation is build on faith and trust..

Never hunt intentionally, for someone to fall for,

Look for someone, who for you can't bear a single moment, sour!

Do never believe in falling in love,

Rather rise in love, and soar as high as dove!

As, love is not just by chance, not by choice,

It should be from within, from inner voice!

Be happy wherever you stay..

And on this note wishing you" Happy Valentine's day" :D

Don't miss the oppurtunity to express that u care..

Tell The People You Love and let them know whom u Care For …..

One day English teacher asked her students to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then she told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish their assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed in the papers.

That Saturday, the teacher wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday she gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. ‘Really?’ she heard whispered. ‘I never knew that I meant anything to anyone!’ and, ‘I didn’t know others liked me so much,’ were most of the comments.

No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. She never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn’t matter.. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another. That group of students moved on.

Several years later, one of the students died of unknown ailment and his teacher attended the funeral of that special student. She had never attended Funeral of a student before. He looked so sensible, so mature. The place was packed with his friends. One by one those who loved him took a last walk. The teacher was the last one to bless. As she stood there, one of the people who acted as pallbearer came up to her. ‘Were you Devank’s english teacher?’ he asked. She nodded: ‘yes…’. Then he said: ‘Devank talked about you a lot…’

After the funeral, most of Devank’s’s former classmates were there. Devank’s parents were there, obviously waiting to speak with his teacher. ‘We want to show you something,’ his Uncle said, taking a wallet out of his pocket ‘We found this on Devank, when he died. We thought you might recognize it.’ Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. The teacher knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which she had listed all the good things each of Devank’s classmates had said about him. ‘Thank you so much for doing that,’ Devank’s mother just managed to say with tears rolling endlessly.. . ‘As you can see,he treasured it.’

All of Devank’s former classmates started to gather around. Debuheed who was his best friend in school days, smiled rather sheepishly and said, ‘I still have my list. It’s in the top drawer of my desk at home’. Dishan’s(his other gud frnd who rather came close in +2) wife said, ‘Dishan, asked me to put his in our wedding album’. ‘I have mine too’, Debanshi(his friend cum sis.) said. ‘It’s in my diary’. Then Delaila, another classmate and good friend, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. ‘I carry this with me at all times’, Delaila said and without batting an eyelash, she continued: ‘I think we all saved our lists’

That’s when the teacher finally sat down and cried. She cried for Devank and for all his friends who would never see him again. The density of people in society is so thick that we forget that life will end one day. And we don’t know when that one day will be. So please, tell the people you love and care for, that they are special and important. Tell them, before it is too late.

Mannku

Remember, you reap what you sow!
What you put into the lives of others comes back into your own!