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FriendShip – Then and Now | Life Blog
FriendShip – Then and Now | Life Blog
July 2011
“Take this away too, Mumbai, it was from the last part of instalment we had with us. Take this too,” shouted Mausam, standing at Nariman point in Mumbai, when his 10 rupees note fell down between the rocks. Watching his weird expressions and hearing him shouting all 4 started laughing, in such a way as if they have never laughed before. They laughed continuously not realizing what was happening to them.It took them 15 minutes to realize that they were doing something unusual in public. But that time, they didn’t care. They knew they were with those people who will love them anyhow irrespective of what they are doing and about others they were least bothered. They landed Mumbai the very day from Goa and planned to spend the day roaming here and there as their flight to Ahmedabad was scheduled the next day. And in spite of enjoying a lot, they felt that Mumbai robbed them. Either considering the charges of food or more importantly, considering the taxi charges.
At one point Mausam even stopped the taxi in the middle of his destination when he saw that the taxi fares were burning his pocket and walked the destination taking the other 3 with him. But they even loved that part, because they were together and that’s what mattered the most.
Mausam, Mihir, Romil and Aakash. 4 friends 4 Brothers. Met by destiny but lived together as if they were brothers who were separated in childhood.Brother for Life.
That’s what they termed each other.
As the colleges were about to end, the friendship between all the 4 grew closer. They used to hang out together, enjoy together and more important they gelled together very much. As the college got over, everyone got engrossed in their jobs. But still, the weekends were meant to be with each other. Roaming, discussing personal issues, professional life, sharing secrets, remembering past and all such stuff. They were so close to each other that seeing the face of one the other could guess the reason behind the expressions. All 4 celebrated birthdays with each other and additional friends of any birthday boy were not at all welcomed.
Each one’s family knew the other 3 as much as they knew their own son. Everyone had their personal life apart from each other but the thing was, at that time they knew the value of each other apart from their personal life. Time never passed when they used to be together, it paused. More precisely “IT STOPPED”. There were days when neither of them had anything to talk, but still, all sat on the 4 sofas at Mihir’s place, feeling peace and contentment because they knew that whatever doles out in future they have each other to be with, and that time that’s what mattered the most to them.
May 2014
All four still are Brothers for life as they called themselves 3 years ago. It’s just the definition of friendship has changed or diluted or it might have been affected by society. They still call each other; but only when its either an occasion or some help needed from the other. They still meet, but in months when 1 out of the 4 takes the initiative to plan a meeting and convince the other 3. Life goes on, but neither of them knows, what s happening in the life of the other 3.Lately,1 of them got engaged.1 got lost in his own world. The 3rd one, being introvert, never shared what’s going in his life and so no one knows what he is up-to. Whenever they meet they just hear that all are very busy in their life’s.And without any argument and discussions, each one accepts it. The 4th one is doing what he can do at its best: Expressing his feelings with this article “FRIENDSHIP- Then and NOW”.But lately, he also believes that he too has worked; and also packing as he is leaving the town for further studies, but still has the time to meet up. But he knows that all the other 3 are busy, somewhere every time, so it has no use in calling and planning out something. It will only a 5-minute discussion with each of them which will end in and excuse or a reason for why they are not coming.
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Just on a random day, Romil messaged Aakash to plan for a water park trip, but Aakash said he was busy with his work and so he refused. Mausam postponed it to 2 weeks later. A perfect example of the 5-minute discussion.
Friends,
Do we really think we are that much busy in life that we cant get time, to drop a message to our so-called friend cum brother once a week saying“How are you ?”
We have become technologically advanced to such an extent that even while we are sleeping, our WhatsApp and Facebook shows us online. But keeping that time aside, even when we are active consciously on these sites, we are busy talking and chatting with some new people or other friends or to our priorities till midnight 3 o’clock, and still don’t have time for asking the closest ones“Hey what’s going in your life”
We have time to take a bike ride to a different city near-by to meet our special ones, but in the same way, the house of our So-called-brother also lies. We forget that. Advance booking at a restaurant was made and movie theatres for weekends with our fiancée. But when it comes to So-called-brothers, we have all the professional work lying on our head as if not submitted the next day, we are going to get fired.
Is this we dreamt of our friendship 3-4 years back? Does time change us? Is it true that we don’t think friendship the same way, we actually thought long before?…..
If YES, then there are no issues. It’s fair whatever is going.
But it’s not the same way We are humans, and from the day we are born till the day we die, we have a heart that has a child inside. If we cried for a broken toy when we were 10 years old, we still cry for a broken relationship at the age of 25. Just the difference is, we don’t show the tears now. If we used to get upset, when our friend used to go out in summers with his family, we still feel upset when our closest friends don’t get time to meet or contact us.But we tend to show that we are more practical now. We have many tasks to complete, many people to keep happy and many aims to achieve. We make ourselves believe that at this age and now onwards our life is restricted to our love and our family and work more important. And when it comes to friendship, we have accepted the thought of the society that after a time, friendship changes.
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We no longer are active with friends. Have seen the world more than we saw it 10 years ago. We know now, what “EGO ” means, what “Selfish Interests ” stands for. Our brains have been developed to a larger extent to look around and judge what is right and what is wrong, and that what is making us suffer. Do we really need to grow up in FRIENDSHIP?
Is it necessary to note down the pros and cons of our close friends as we grow?
Do we really need to have any thoughts or discussions for running a friendship? Never.
We can still make a call to them at odd timings, just to discuss our life and ask about theirs, still start the video game and play “CONTRA” game by selecting 2 payers in it, still demand first batting and balling while playing cricket with them. Also, we can still hug them in public and express our feeling to them, irrespective of the surrounding public taking it the other way round.
We CAN.
But we won’t, just to make ourselves standing among people, the society, who don’t believe such thoughts. Who believe that with time everything gets practical. Every relation remains on the periphery of our life circle and only rare relations are allowed to enter into it, and friendship is not rare. But the child in our heart even cries of losing the very toy of his, from which he never plays. But he cries because it is his, it was something he used to keep by his side, It belonged to him.And that is the same case with friends, though however we think or we try to be practical, there comes a day in our life, when we have many friends at work, we have our love, our family with us, and still, we pick up the phone to dial that old number on the phone book, whose birthday even facebook reminds us now, and we call him and say:: “Hey !! how are you idiot”, because we knew he was special.
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He can understand you from your voice. Because with that idiot friend you never hugged only with your body, but with your soul in-fact.
So why to wait for such a day, to feel regret and realize that you were late of leaving such people away from you. Why? Live with them each day, and you will realize how exciting life can be every day.
Work, family, aim, love, each has its own time and each part is important. But just because of something that has priority we cannot ignore the other thing. The best thing –FRIENDSHIP.
Life is too short. So never leave anything to regret, to worry or to feel sorrow about later on.
Jut Pick up the phone, and call them Harass your best friends, Abuse them and don’t ask Just say, “Let’s meet up”.Puri Duniya ghoom chuke hum,Bas apno ko kho chuke hai,Kehte the jinhe DostVo Begaane se ho chuke hai,Waqt age badh raha hai,Saath hum badh gaye hai,Dost to hai hume yaad,Bas Dosti bhul gaye hai
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The Black (money) Day | Humour Blog
The Black (money) Day | Humor Blog
By evening 7, the only thing I did was uploading an article on my blog, which got ignored by all, thanks to Mr Narendra Modi’s sudden blast on national TV, and had a comforting hot water shower which is one of the perks of being unemployed. By 8, I finally reached to meet an old school friend who was supposed to explain to me how good his life was in Ahmedabad and how better he was about to make it by investing in some food startup.
Demonetization
While listening to him and playing with my phone, the news popped up saying “Rs. 500 and Rs.1000 notes will be banned from tomorrow.” To divert the topic from his conversation, I informed him about the same, as I knew he belonged to the business family and business and black money are like an illegal relationship; they fight in front of others to prove that nothing is between them, and still sleep on the same bed every night.
To my expression of information to him, he replied, “Fake hai.”I accepted his answer and started focusing on his talk. Slowly my whats app started exploding like never before. Every group and all friends started circulating the news like only they were having the access of the news channel in the whole country and this information is something that the nation wants to know that too only through them. I checked all messages and informed him again. He again took it lightly and so I understood that he didn’t have much of black money and it is not something to worry about. So I gave up on the topic
My friend continued his talks, and my phone continued draining its own battery with all those messages and news updates notifications. Soon one more friend joined the conversation and was getting concerned for the banks closed for the next day and how the public will rush for ATM, the very night. Listening to all these things, I still was unaffected. Unemployment has its own perks as I mentioned.My Condition
Once unemployed, firstly your account doesn’t have much balance left. And if the white money with you is in peanuts; there is very less probability that you might even have the slightest feeling of black money. Also, in this stage, your wallet doesn’t carry a Rs 500 or Rs 1000 note. Not because you don’t have it, but because you don’t trust yourself. You fear that if this 500 Rs note is spent in a day, how will you survive the whole week. So basically you divide the week by 500, not even 1000, and carry the change every day in the pocket per day basis.
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Finally, after the discussion and debate, I left for home and witnessed a huge rush on the ATM’s. As I moved forward, the rush on each ATM increased more and more. I finally thought to take some cash out for myself too. As I stopped the bike, a ray of self-realization entered my soul to make me recall and remember that the amount I have in my account was Rs. 274/- and for that to I had to stand in line behind 20 odd people.Giving no expression, I know what to do and I kicked the bike for my way home, ignoring all the ATM’s. As I moved ahead, the petrol pumps were jammed with bikes and cars. Even the ones who sold petrol at higher rates. I thought people were using it to release their 500 and 1000 rupees notes.
My vehicle showed an empty sign too on the petrol front. Again I stopped my bike and thought to get it refilled.I opened my wallet and after quite efforts, came up with the total amount of 62 rupees net in it; Saw my money and observed the crowd there. I was able to visualize the crowd beating me and throwing me out of the line, when in-between of people refilling petrol worth of 1000’s of rs, and I go to get it filled for Rs. 62/-, that too at this hour. Now I even ignored the petrol pumps and proceed towards home.
Conclusion
I saw people riding to the jewellery shops and supermarkets to get all there notes exchanged. Convert them in goods or jewellery. This made me doubt myself. Was I that poor or the people that fool? That even if the money is white they want to convert it into gold? Maybe I was dumb and should have realized that it was the Black day, where no white money was even thought about.
That night, Facebook and what’s app got flooded with messages. This was the only time of the year that I received so many messages on Whatsapp. Even more then I received on Diwali, though none was related to me still. Having food and watching TV, I felt how the news was actually of no use to me. How all the black money owners will be thinking about new plans and actions and how they will shift money from here and there and all. I was just feeling about how powerful Mr Prime minister is and also who will win US elections. Later even I thought when “The Kapil Sharma Show” will be re telecast.I finally updated a sort of humorous status on Facebook and went to bed. It was a chaotic night, but even late night, my wallet and bank accounts were just shouting “LOL. Sleep!! It’s nothing important for you”
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Quest for life | Life Blog
Quest for life | Life Blog
Today morning 8:05, eyes were half-closed half-open. Getting up from bed, I did the 1st thing which all of us do in this era, “checked the phone”.Nothing was there in It and again with laziness in my body and eyes, I was back on my bed.
Suddenly something rushed and my mind; I need to get up and get ready for my office {I hate that place}. And while getting ready I was continuously thinking about 1 thing, “What am I doing”, “Is this the thing I wished before studying? Office? what do I actually do there? Why do I actually go there? As we say that we do what we love, but there is nothing sort of love with this place, and still I go there.
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I sat on my pc and thought for a while about my friends. The ones who are employed in MNC’s and have the same schedule the whole year.
And 1 thing I realised maximum people don’t actually even know what they are actually doing or want to do with their life. They just want to pass the life till they are alive, actually don’t even know what makes them happy or sad, they are just happy because they are doing something. They don’t even want to stress their nerves to think about why they are born in this world and think that they are born to live the life they are living and so they are contented with it.Happiness and contented has a lot of difference in it. Being happy is definitely being contented, but it’s not true visa-versa. And in the minority section are the people like us, we don’t have a problem with what we are doing, but we have a problem that why we are doing this or that? We are in need to satisfy our urge to by finding the answer to our questions and also doing what we like, and that is why we are sad{sometimes}.
We sometimes are in short in the midst of
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Love- Met & Lost | English Poetry
Love- Met & Lost | Poetry
It was the time of day,
The water dried, the heat lay.
The snow was frozen, the eyes wept;
Past struck to me, and for days I never slept
The reason was the memories
The memories of the eyes,
Of the face,
Of the love, Of the hug,
Of the promises, we promised
Of the hatred we buried,
Of the care, we showed,
Of the love we adored,
Of the happiness we had,
Which never cherished and slowly left.
Still, memories continued,
Of my plead to forgive,
Of your deed not to give,
Of my tears of sorry,
Of your heart which didn’t
And finally,
Of the last talk, we had together,
Of the last walk, we walked together
Of life, we lived together,
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Happy Fathers Day | Hindi Poetry
Happy Fathers Day | Hindi Poetry
Badhte badhte rahon mein,
Kuch yaadein yaad aai,
Kaise hume hamesha yaad rahi humari Maa?
Kaise hum bhul gaye unko hain hum jinki parchai?
Maa ka vo khana khilana to yaad raha,
Papa ke paison se vo ghar chalana magar bhul gaye
Maa ka vo saath khelna to yaad raha,
Papa ka vo khilone dilwana bhul gaye
Maa ka bukhar mein dawa khilana to yaad raha,
Papa ka vo raat bhar ghumkar, godh mein sulana bhul gaye
Maa ka vo galat harkat pe papa se bachana to yaad raha,
Papa ka vo sahi kaam pe, peeth thapthapana, bhul gaye
Maa ka vo har baat pe inkaar karna to yaad raha,
Papa ka har ek khwaaish pe ikraar karna bhul gaye hai
Ghar se dur jate hue,
Maa ka vo aansu bahana to yaad raha,
Papa ka vo dil se bhavuk ho jaana magar bhul gaye
Papa se “maa kaha hai” vo puchna to yaad raha,
Magar maa se “papa kaha hai” vo kab pucha tha vo bhul gaye hai
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Bachpan se jawani tak,
Maa ka vo har ek dulaar yaad hai
Magar Papa ke vo har ek pyaar bhul gaye hai.
Vo jinhone hume apna sapna banaya hai,
Humare sapnon ko apni aankhon mein sajaya ,
Ghar aate hi pehle pucha humare baarein mein,
Khaana khane se pehle socha humare bare mein
Humare jivan ki naiya ke maanjhi hai vo,
Humari zindagi unki wajah se bani hai
Apne aap ki khushiyon ko bhula hai unhone,
Humare chehre pe hasi unhi ki wajah se saji hai
Ajnabi nai the kabhi hum unke pyaar se,
Ha !! Bas thode bahot naadan the,
Unke apnepan se hum,
Bas thoda anjaan the
Aaj,
Yaad aai unki baatein,
Unki yaadein yaad aai,
Sang bitai thi jo khati meethi shararatein,
Vo shararatein yaad aai,
Nai bhule kabhi hum unhe,
Na hi kabhi unhone hume pyaar ki kami karai hai
Hume to humesha Apni shakshiyat main
Unki hi ki chavi nazar aai hai
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