Ram...the cheater!

ram,
u send me this message when i was upset
"oye baby, dont start missing me or anyone before you go, i remember you telling me once that never get used to anyone so much that it becomes painful when they are not there, a person like me, i will make a huge noise about that, but i also know i can deal with that only because i know on the on the long run no one is going anywhere, you and i for certain are not, no change is welcome here we love the way we love each other, so please cheer up woman!"
wat happened to u then ram...wat happened to the love we shared...wat hurt u so much that u cudn't share with us....that u loft us all so alone......none of us can live thro' a day witout thinking about u....d trek, d blizzard, d martinis, d dope, d biryaanis, partying, nightouts, reading books, shopping, d house on the mountain....d list goes on.....all d time we knew u....we shared all good n bad times together....u are d eldest amongst us all....n u left us all crying....we miss u n love lots baby!!

why hurt those who you love?

amazing how people lose their cool only with people closest to them......how one takes the people who they love dearly for granted.....how sometimes people hurt the ones they most love without even realising

hate my b'days

how i hate my b'day!
my idea of an ideal b'day

• sitting wit friends watching movies
• going on a long walk
• a lunch wit friends
• n dinner wit family (papa, mom, sang n sandy)

wat happens always

• a (extended) family dinner
• meeting d (extended) family in d mornin
• getting scolded when i make a fuss about it
• for b'day gifts i get wat i hate most...jewellery, sad audio cassettes and hand bags!!!

d only gift i liked was d parfum ritu gave me, d books i got n things sang bought for me.

loved d book LI picked for me

love you papa

hey!
like the ad that goes my papa's strongest! id wanted to always beleive my papa's strongest....today i saw he wasn't...actually today it hit me how ha can also be vulnerable......but what amazes is despite everything he doesnot complain......doesn't ask too much from life...im really proud of my dad....... i love him a lot...hey if mom ever reads this she'd be like merko bhool gayee...nah maa i dint we r wat we r 2day cos of u both!

hate good bye's

"Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos. "

i really hate farewell's n goodbye's....i wish there were never good bye's with close friends!

papa's amazing

hey!
today morning i was woken up and asked to go to d hospital to carry orange juice for ash bhaiya....papa was already there but i dint see his car parked outside...when i went in and asked he said that shweta bhabhi took it cos she dint have a car...so papa took mine when i got there...when i was on d way to office i got a surprise....d meter shows full tank while it was nearing empty in d morning....hmm...papa's have a sweet way of surprising without saying!

highest things are beyond words

from some book...dont remember which one though...

"It sometimes seems to me that our days are poisoned with too many words. Words said and not meant. Words said and meant. Words divorced from feeling. Wounding words. Words that conceal, words that reduce. Dead words.

"We are all wounded inside in some way or other. We all carry unhappiness within us for some reason or other. Which is why we need a little gentleness and healing from one another. Healing in words, and healing beyond words. Like gestures. Warm gestures. Like friendship, which will always be a mystery. Like a smile, which someone described as the shortest distance between two people.

"Yes, the highest things are beyond words.

life is about making friends, not collecting contacts!

read some where...n thought its so true
An old unca speaks of his Dad...
Those were the days, deah. He fought with his friend over their independent opinions on Shaw. And never spoke to him again as long as he lived. Went to his funeral and wept like a baby, tho.

Yep. Well donno if it's then or now. But I feel sometimes like all the friends who'd be honest about an opinion to me... and stand by it... and care enough about my opinion to get upset when they think I'm wrong... I made them all in school.

Most people I meet today seem to think they need to be politic. They remember they might need my help someday, and accept the most abominable rudeness as an "investment" towards it.

Wish I met someone who was making friends, not collecting contacts!