Come with me

[b]Friendship- When two people find the same joke funny...[/b]

When I am happy-
I call my friends because I want to share my happiness with them,because it makes a difference to both of us,because I see in their eyes how happy they get just to see me blissful-it doubles my contentment...it really does...

[b]Friendship- Loneliness shared[/b]

When I am sad-
I talk to my friends because they listen, understand and respect my emotion at that time,help me find a way,because they care selflessly...

Friend-What a versatile character-adorable,amicab le,tolerant,patient,we laugh and cry with them,fight and then go back to them only…
Argue with them,but defend them when a 3rd person is talking against them...to sum it all-
My Friend=My life

Home is where my mumma lives
where papa is around
where me and my sister fight
none right or wrong.
Relationships-taken for granted...
yet life long.

Away from home
here i stand
for money,for fame-i dont know
they belong to me,i belong to them
is the only truth in hand.

[b]I miss being home...[/b]

There are times when criticism can really get on you.You start feeling disparaged and disheartened.But I can't afford to let go off my time because of the 'n' number of ways people can react to what I do.

I realize:
I should not react to criticism with hurt feelings.If I start interpreting what I mean to others-that is what causes the pain.
When I analyze much of what has been said to me,and consider being belittled,it is not inherently so.

So the only way out I see is 'not to interpret or analyze'.

I think I just need to be fully conscious and acceptant of the way I am and instead of feeling complimented or criticized by what people tell me,be confident to judge their accuracy for myself.

I am sure as kids almost all of us have had our share of memories- certain childhood beliefs- weird yet innocent.Was just recalling few of mine last night-and all I did was ‘smile’.

- I was convinced that each individual has a ‘donald duck’(so basically there exist infinite donalds) in his stomach ,to take care of all the mechanisms inside the body.From receiving food from the oesophagus,to processing it ,the burps,the yawns,the hiccups…everything is done by my sweety Donald.And then there would be times I would actually talk to it when I would be alone.

- For each food product there is a separate food pipe in the body.As in if I am full after a meal of dal and roti,I can still eat other stuff because the pipe for that is different.

- Hanging a mini blackboard in my room and teach a class of imaginary students for hours.And become an evil teacher sometimes and hit my students.

- Everytime I would cry,Dad would try to catch my tears from his fingers,just to make me smile once.And it would not even take me a second to get back to normal.

- I remember calling 100-police and complaining against my Daadi because she was angry with me about something.My sister then called them back to make sure they don’t come home.Man-I was a dangerous kid.I am sorry Daadi…

Those days are simply irreplaceable.We had to grow up,we had to become sensible enough to understand that it was our past and its gone,the reality is that ‘today’ is what we have and so we have to enjoy it…

We had our moments of triumph and glory-moments we looked smaller-moments when we thought we could have done better-moments when the unhappy and bitter truth dawned on us that we can not escape the consequences of our action.

Mistakes are a part of life;we can't avoid them.All we can hope is that they won't be too expensive and that we don't make the same mistake twice.

Want to wake up happy,
and go to bed elated
Want to believe in fate,
and swear by chance
Want to feel safe,
and offer security
Want to get butterflies
from the touch of a hand,
and smile at the sound of a voice
Want to be in someone's thoughts,
and monopolize someone's dreams
Want to be a significant other,
and to possess a better half
[b]Want to fall in love[/b] ...

Sure everyone wants someone to lean on,that 'ONE' to love and to be loved,to experience the ineffable feeling of affection and solitude...

We all have moments where we are lamenting that we are single....But I figure out when I'm alone,it's supposed to be that way,and I am supposed to learn something from it.

Ever tried to observe someone without letting the person know about it....
I love observing them...its so amazing to see the way they behave when they dont know they are being looked at.

A woman frowning and eating her packet of chips
A lady admiring herself in the mirror
A group of five,everyone talking at the same time
A kid at play
A mother talking to her new-born child
An old lady trying to drag herself to her destination

Ever observed closely,
A friend :
-dancing
-laughing
-sleeping
-eating
-crying
-watching a comedy show on TV and his changing expressions
-watching his favorite game on TV
Each and every move is so genuine and different with each individual.When my sister cries,I think her face looks very funny,and my telling her that makes her smile immediately.One of my friends,when he is eating,he forgets about everything else in this world.Its beautiful to watch him eat.

It is so amazing ,the way our moods work...I have never been able to figure out the reason(s) ever...
Sometimes we give our moods so much importance that we don't consummate our tasks.
"I am not at the best of my moods right now"
What an eazy escape...
And when I am in a good mood...I want to accomplish the world.Happy,chirpy,full of life...
And a sudden mood swing-want some time for myself...gimme space...let me be on my own...
Do we ever think about the people connected with our lives...and that they get affected and influenced by our so-called [b]MOODS...[/b]

Can we just not make life eazier by being the way we are,always!!!

It is not just about being slim and sexy,its also about feeling fit and healthy...I always feel much more energetic after a good work-out...
Sweating it out ,with Abba and cosmo is much more fun...but there are times I wish I could work-out in my dreams...so that I get done with the two most important things together...

We come across different kind of people-
1.Who dont care about thin and fat-eat and be merry
2.Who want to be fit-eat whatever they want but at the same time work-out too
3.Who are conscious -keep a check on their diet and are worried about their weight
4.Who are conscious but dont want to do anything about it

Questions in my mind-
Do we eat to live or do we live to eat?
Isn't it all about being happy...and 'who cares' attitude is the best ?
So what kind is the best?

Sure...this independence and feeling of being responsible is great...but does it need to last that long?

I wanted to have a car so I could be independent when I need to move around by my choice...
I learnt-
Possesing a car leads to registration leads to e-check leads to need for change of Gas-cap leads to need for change of brake pads...and everything leads to a never ending list it seems...

Reminds me of the comforts back home-
"Papa-the car was making some noise today"
"Maa,is the driver here...I am getting late"

Everything was taken for granted...all I need to do was spew out words from my mouth and not worry after that...Infact never knew it could be such a big thing to be worried about! I know this is a part of growing up....we are no more in the protected shell we were before....but but but...
[b]Sometimes I really think I was better off the other way.[/b]

Sure...a very dandy thought...but how true?
Ever got the feeling of giving up?But then the inner voice plays its role..."Come on...push it hard...you can do it"

Its getting dark...I am getting breathless and there is no way I can take another step...I look at my options...Absolutely NONE!
And I suddenly remember what my friend once told me
[b]" Impossible is nothing"[/b]
So,if there is nothing you can do about the inimical situation,keep your virtue,get optimistic and keep going...cos darkness can't drive out darkness,only light can do that !!!

So ya...I am finally blogging!Everything is not for a reason,but I have mine this time.
Wanted to put my thoughts in words,and eventually share them.Thats what we all urge for-most of the times...[b]Opinions[/b]...No matter how much we refuse to it-opinions do matter.
Personally I feel,we tend to overlook what others have to say most of the times.But we do have this particular set of people we bother to listen to.We are biased towards them.Mostly,we call them our best or close friends.
Look back-over the years-try to recall the number of friends you have had...innumerable.And at that time it felt-that's my best friend! There are few I can straight count on my fingers ,I am not even in touch with anymore.And none of us are to be blamed.We just had different roads to follow.Though it feels good to get in touch with an old friend because we get a chance to replay our past,fond memories,common people to discuss.
So back to what I was saying-My Best friend...Who is always there by me,who understands me,tells me when I am wrong and most of the times does not find me wrong...With whom I am myself,I am happy...
And all that is true till we are together...after that isn't it just a thought !!!