"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!
Feb 21, 2005
Feb 18, 2005
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!
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!
Feb 9, 2005
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.
"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!
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!