When words speak more...

They can make you fly up to cloud nine, Or crash you down to hell. With just the due words in due time, Right things you can buy or sell. Even the absence of words can sometimes, Make you appear wise. Not speaking a word at all Is always better than uttering lies. You can create a place for you, In everybody's heart. Even make them skip a beat or two, And at times tear it apart. The words you say don't perish with you, Instead they carry on. And make a mark on many more, Long long after you're gone.

Bicycle disaster

The other day I was standing on the terrace when I saw two girls cycling their way down from somewhere. It was then that my mind travelled to the day when I was in 9^th standard and I was returning back from my mathematics tuition with two of my friends. Now let me introduce you to these friends of mine. One of them was Naina; she is my buddy since kindergarten and a really pleasant personality. She possessed this special trait of never getting her bicycle repaired until things went out of hand.  And the other one was Shivangi. Trust me she was the fussiest girl I ever met. She got annoyed at every small thing and was grouchy most of the times. But she has improved a whole heap over time.  We used to go there on our cycles and every now and then we used to race our way back home. My dad had bought me a new cycle and Naina wanted to ride it. So we exchanged our vehicles. I suggested that we are going to have a race and we’ll see who wins it. All agreed. As we started the race I was leading with Shivangi following me closely and Naina far behind her. I was pretty sure of it that the breaks of Naina’s cycle would be out of use as always and I don’t know what came into my mind I applied the brakes and  to everyone’s horror and astonishment… they WORKED!!

Since Shivangi was cycling really fast, her cycle came and hit mine and the next thing I remember is we both lying flat on the ground in the following order-

Shivangi

Shivangi’s cycle

Naina’s cycle

I at the top.

I got up instantly and Naina also came and stopped there. And instead of helping her in getting up we both were standing there and laughing madly at her. As she lied there in wait we continued with our giggling. Finally when she began to yell at us we picked up both the bicycles and lent a hand to her.

We continued laughing our head off all the way back and Shivangi went on with her sulking and huffing.

It’s been more than 5 years. But till today, whenever we get together we surely kick around this topic and positive part is that even Shivangi has learnt to laugh over such petty things.

I love everything that's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wines.-Oliver Goldsmith

Sorrows- unsung mentors

Here's a li'l poem written by me. Learning to focus on "what is" instead of "what if"... Hope you like it.

I sometimes wonder how life would be,

If we could forget what we wanted.

And just remember the happy occasions,

Not the days when sorrows haunted.

Won’t it be nice to forget the pain?

And words that made us cry…

The times that tore our heart apart,

The brawls we recall with a sigh!

The idea is off beam and unfair,

My heart makes me realize.

Cause these were the times that made us strong,

Knocked us down but opened our eyes.

They showed us who our real friends are,

Unmasked the people around.

Brought us close to our loved ones,

Gave the gift we wouldn’t have found.

They made us what we are today,

And helped us all evolve.

Life is complete with such moments,

It’s a mystery yet to solve.

Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance. - Anonymous

You have 10 new friend request(s)!

“I have 2000 friends.”

Had anyone said this dialogue 10 years back, people would have certified that person insane to be saying that… unless of course he was some famous personality.

But today, you can expect to receive an- “Oh! I have 2100” as an answer.

It’s funny how people claim to be “in touch” or “updated” about what’s happening in the lives of their friends, friends of friends, friends of friends of friends… But rarely care about the person who has been waiting right in front of them for their attention while they are busy texting or commenting on a picture of a friend. I honestly believe that social networking sites have made my strong relationships weak. I can reap hundreds or even thousands of acquaintances online. But acquaintances are what they will remain.   

I can state more than one incident where I got a friendship request from the person I never thought of as a friend. A classmate I never even talked to or someone catching the same bus as me. They want to be just my cyber friends, but friends nonetheless.

In the year 1992 Robin Dunbar, a sociologist posited that 150 is the upper limit of “stable” relationships a single human can have. Then what’s with those hundreds of friend in our friend lists??

I think it’s time to take an about-turn and make the conversations more than just a chat. Compliments more than “likes” and “comments”. And actually smile and laugh instead of typing J or LOL!!

Its weird how to strangers become friends-but even weirder how two friends become strangers.- Unknown