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Hindi Poem – दोस्ती | The pinnacle of Friendship
Hindi Poem – दोस्ती | The pinnacle of Friendship
मुझसे खफा तो होती है वो अक्सर,
दिखाती आंखों से, मगर
ज़बान तक लाती नहीं ।हक से निभाती है साथ वो,
लफ्जों से कभी बताती नहीं ।परिवार सा रखती है ध्यान,
अकेले पड़ जाऊं कभी तो,
और भीड़ में शरारत भी करती है ऐसे,
की कमी दुश्मनों की दिलाती नहीं ।रिश्तों का परिमाण है वो,
उस से बेहतर दोस्ती,
मैंने मापी नहीं ।Written by @ramtajogi
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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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English Literature Poetry: College Memories
College Memories | English Poetry
All the miscalls will be gone,
Direct The phone calls will be on.No more chatting with the Friends
Long-lasting meetings will lead to the Day End.Leaving aside The Exam Paper,
Life will be engulfed in the daily newspaper.Years will be gone, seeing your friends Look,
It will just be seen on Facebook.The Birthday treats will be over,
And that special day will end with a good night and shower.The shopping will cease,
The roaming will freeze.The gossip will get lower
The small fights will get over.All things will change
Only the names of the people will remain the same,And one thing which always will Exist Are
“MEMORIES”
College Memories | English Poetry
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Friendship | English Poetry
Friendship | English Poetry
I don’t know how?
I don’t know what?
The only thing I understand is that those are my soul-part
To those who were there to believe,
To those who were my relief,
Those who faced life as I did,
Who believed in the life I lived,
Laughed at me, who laughed with me,
Who planned their life with my destiny,
Gave me stress, who gave me pain,
Who were there to balance for the same
Stood for me, never misunderstood me,
Who taught me to live, taught me to love,
Taught me to be strong, In any way, the life evolves,
To those, who promised me to be there,
Whenever life gets difficult to bear
Who taught me the meaning of FRIENDSHIP then
Taught me that life just better when travelled in the same ship,
I don’t know life would have been what?
Better or fair?
IF you were not there?
But neither do I need to think that, nor did I want to care?
Because you were, you are and you will be there.
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The Chair Story |College Friends | Blog
The Chair Story |College Friends | Blog
– Roll no 1, no 2, no 3
We cannot define relations. They can come in different shapes, sizes, voices, looks and weirdness. But some relations are important. They are the ones that stay and become an integral part of our lives in such a way that they can neither be replaced nor forgotten. They owe a part of our life, or at times our existence to them. For me, maybe I found them in the form of Roll number 1 and Roll number 2.
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Once the faculty was done with mesmerizing the class with his words full of wisdom and knowledge, he shouted “Attendance Please.” The class started concentrating on the most important part of the lecture.
Roll number 1
“Present Sir”, said a slow, chirpy voice which hardly reached the faculty’s ears.
Roll number 2
“Yes sir”, a rather loud & enthusiastic voice which woke up the students occupying the last rows.
Roll number 3
“Yes Sir” I replied in the simplest way clearing my throat a 100 times before uttering the two words.
The roll call continued but for the 3 of us it actually stopped.
To sit roll number wise was a rule in our college. Sitting together side by side it took 6 months for us to consider the existence of each other and give it a try to say “Hi!” to each other. Why so? No one knows. But maybe each one of us was so engrossed in life outside the classroom that none gave any attention to the ones sitting by their side.
Time passed, semester changed and the only thing we knew about the one sitting next to us was their name, and of course, the roll number.
But what we did not understand is that destiny is always destined. You never know how long it takes to talk to people and how long it takes to make them your closest ones.
None of us three can recall when we started to know each other, talk to each other and like each other. But yes the day when we started, we understood that the time of 10 to 4 pm belonged to each other.
As talks started and understanding grew, a bond was formed. Once when you start knowing people and giving time to them, you realise some harsh facts coming out in front of your eyes. I realized that they were not the average kind of girls. Both of them were odd, weird, dominating, sometimes harsh, sometimes cruel, one was loud and blunt and the other silent yet verbally abusive.
By the time the third trimester passed, our smiles for each other became true and honest. The class became more than interesting. Either it was by seeing with whom the other person was chatting with; or passing comments on different girl’s hair and looks of different guys; they made me listen to many things which were illogical for me. But as long as it was their company, logic was not needed. Making me aware of who looked the best and worst or who their crush was or on whom I should try, we did all talks.
On any argument or asking them to stop their stupid talks, I was always asked to leave my seat and go elsewhere. This was because they believed that I will come back to them with no better option. On days they even made me sit like a culprit on first bench even when I was comfortable on backbenches. Popping their eyes out and widening them was a warning signal for me, implying to join them instead of wandering here and there. They argued with me, fought and sometimes even got angry, which eventually was compensated with some chocolates (yes chocolates!).
They gifted me gossip too!
It was because of them that I could keep up with all that was going on in the college, the spice. With time, the talks shifted to personal lives, playing games in each other’s mobile, seeing their old pictures and hearing their own stories of life.
Today formalities do not exist and compatibility is all what we share. Roll number 1 and Roll number 2 eventually became an integral part of my life. With all those harassments and tortures they laid on me, I eventually got immune to it all. There company is something I am most comfortable in.
The 10-4 pm lectures are over. The campus life is on the verge of ending. Farewell is already given to us. The gates are waiting just for me to carry our bags and step out of this comfort zone of ours. But maybe I am not ready right now.
I have started to miss that dominance, that odd, weird behaviour, that love I shared with them. That laughter they brought to my face, that authority they laid on me which was allowed to no one else. Maybe I want all of that now. I again want that feeling of getting ignored by them on occasions, getting beaten by them. The days when they handled all group assignments without me contributing a bit. The days when they asked me to do all on my own; I want it all again. The empty first row and the corner 3 seats are bothering me. The support, the confidence those two roll numbers had on me is something I am craving for.
I miss them..
I am still under the influence and in the aura of those two thoughts. Difficult to define them, just have a part of my life which belongs to those two.
One, a typical Jammu girl, a chubby, odd but sweet-voiced girl who had logic to talk and lame jokes to laugh at with weird tongued facial expression. I will never miss her because she will never be forgotten and will always be the first one to text and argue on random things.
And second the loud voiced innocent heart kid with an everlasting smile on her face will always be the first one to think of and smile, in tough times.
2014001, 2014002 and 2014003. We have sealed a number to our identities and coincidentally it will be there for life.
The empty chairs will be occupied by new people. But the soul and memories, we 3 had will have a classroom of our own in our hearts, which will continue to mark our ‘present’ in each lecture of our lives.
The Chair Story |College Friends
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