Dolce Vita

For all those times you stood by me For all the truth that you made me see... For all the joy you brought to my life... For all the wrong that you made right... For every dream you made come true... For all the love I found in you.... I'll be forever thankful baby... You're the one who held me up... Never let me fall... You're the one who saw me through through it all... You were my strength when I was weak... You were my voice when I couldn't speak... You were my eyes when I couldn't see... You saw the best there was in me.... Lifted me up when I couldn't reach... You gave me faith 'coz you believed... I'm everything I am... Because you loved me... You gave me wings and made me fly... You touched my hand I could touch the sky... I lost my faith, you gave it back to me... You said no star was out of reach... You stood by me and I stood tall... I had your love I had it all... I'm grateful for each day you gave me... Maybe I don't know that much... But I know this much is true.... I was blessed because I was loved by you... You were my strength when I was weak... You were my voice when I couldn't speak... You were my eyes when I couldn't see... You saw the best there was in me... Lifted me up when I couldn't reach.... You gave me faith 'coz you believed... I'm everything I am... Because you loved me... You were always there for me... The tender wind that carried me... A light in the dark shining your love into my life... You've been my inspiration... Through the lies you were the truth... My world is a better place because of you... You were my strength when I was weak... You were my voice when I couldn't speak... You were my eyes when I couldn't see... You saw the best there was in me... Lifted me up when I couldn't reach... You gave me faith 'coz you believed... I'm everything I am... Because you loved me... I'm everything I am... Because you loved me.....

Monday, February 13, 2006

Zindagi :)

Life is so beautiful but it can get ugly at times. Heres something I made recently. Hope you like it :)

Heres the link ----------> Chaundhoop

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

A fresh start

fresh start

"We should be taught not to wait for inspiration to start a thing. Action always generates inspiration. Inspiration seldom generates action."
- Frank Tibolt, author

I just rcvd a poem from a friend, though had read it earlier but I understand it so much better now. Its truely amazing. Would love to put it here for us :)

by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired of waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two imposters just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold On!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

"And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due
season we shall reap, if we faint not""

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Thursday, June 09, 2005


move on

Alone in a desolate world
I walked through lonely roads and saw
A pretty lass crying
Whispering her lovers name, calling him back
He is no where to be found…
I ensconced near her
“I attended his wedding today” she murmured and sighed
I gave her a hug
and walked again…

Saw an old man couched
I sat near him …he rumbled
“Searching the star my son today is,
he left me alone, alone in this lonely world”
“I buried him today”
I couldn’t stop my tears
Made a short prayer and left
Walked through those lonely roads, those lonely roads once again…

I met a young lad
shouting and cursing.
I stopped and looked at him
What’s wrong?
“She ditched me, left me for someone else”
You will find someone better
“I want no one else”
Keep the faith I said and walked

I walk through those lonely roads again and wonder
Where has smile disappeared?
Where have promises vanished?
Why has truth disappeared?
Where has love evanished?
With so many people around,
Why are we sad and solitary

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Wednesday, June 01, 2005


Sameer was so happy, all free and ready to explore the new world, new things that life had to offer him. His 5-year course in Architectural engineering was finally over and he had got a decent job offer. Decent would be a very trivial term for the fantabulous offer that he had got. He and his friends decided to go to Goa for a 10 days trip and enjoy the beach. They were all so excited about the entire thing. After reaching Mumbai they decide to go to Goa by road. They hired a car and set out. All way they were singing and yelling and cracking jokes at one another. Completely unaware of what the future had in store for them.

On reaching Goa, Manisha, a very close friend of Sameer had to leave because she got a call from her home and there was some urgent personal problem that she had to attend to. Rajveer also left with her. Sameer and two of his friends were already totally bored. Their plans were shattered. But still high on enthusiasm they decided to enjoy the trip as much as they could.

One night while returning from the beach they met with an accident. Sameer had absolutely no idea what happened to him and what exactly went wrong. The next day when Sameer opened his eyes he was at the hospital. Drunk like anything he had hit a speeding car. The two friends of his had died on the spot and he had somehow survived. The man had brought him to the hospital in time, was the doctor himself. The treatment was on. He was feeling so guilty and had never bothered to talk to anyone, never bothered to say a word. This went on for days. A young girl would get juice and some food for him everyday. He never cared to look at her but yes the only thing that had locked his eyes on her were the beautiful eyes she had. Deep, innocent, mesmerizing and lovely. Sameer was taken to the doctor’s place after some days. He would simply not tell anyone who he is, where he is from. And because of the accident, he was so badly hurt, the doctor insisted that absolutely no mental pressure be put on him.

The girl looked after him, after all his small needs and demands. Shaina who had completed her graduation at Mumbai and had come to Goa to spend the vacation with her father. A very simple girl, beautiful but she hardly spoke. Like a keen observer she would simply watch her father and Sameer talk and would never care to say a word herself. There was something in her that had impressed Sameer a lot but he would hesitate and ignore these thoughts. Sameer loved painting and once when he found a paper and pencil he started doing some sketches… and he was doing it subconsciously. He was shocked himself when he saw that what he had sketched were those beautiful eyes of Shaina. Instead of tearing the paper and throwing it away (which he was initially tempted to) he folded it and kept it in his trouser pockets.


One evening he was very depressed and sad. He had shut his eyes and was thinking about the accident. He didn’t know that tears had started making their way out of his eyes. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw Shaina was standing in front of him with a glass of juice in her hand. She kept it near him and looked at him for sometime. Sameer desperately wanted her to leave. He wasn’t feeling quite normal at that time. He wanted to be left alone, completely alone. He was too depressed to tolerate company. But Shaina wouldn’t move. She told him after a long silence, “It wasn’t your mistake, an accident is an accident. Not your fault at all. It was but destined to happen and we cant fight with destiny” Those words sounded so sweet. Sameer smiled and said thanks. Shaina was about to leave when Sameer asked her, “Its strange, you have been so good to me, done so much for me, but I don’t even know your name”, and she replied, “I don’t know yours”. “I am Sameer”. “Shaina”…and suddenly Sameer said, “Angel” Shaina turned back and stared at him. He told her, “You are an angel, If you don’t mind that’s what I would like to call you” Sameer and Shaina became very good friends. When she got to know that Sameer loved painting n sketching, she got some sheets for him, some crayons, pencils etc. Sameer would paint something and show it to her and they would discuss his paintings for a long time. Sameer would be low then she would tell him lovely inspiring things.

One evening Sameer decided to go out. He called his dad and told him he is still at Goa and would be coming back in a few days. The depression once more got over him and he went to the beach and sat there gazing at the sea. Shaina joined him, she was quite aware that he would be there. The quietest beach area. And for the first time Sameer told her about himself, small and minute details about himself. Shaina mostly kept quiet. After a long silence he asked her why she was usually so quiet, any specific reason? Shaina didn’t reply and just kept quiet.

In the last 10 days they had come close. Shaina could see that she had started feeling for him and she hated this. She started avoiding him as much as she probably could. Now she stopped accompanying Sameer to the beaches in the evening. She would send his meals etc through someone else. These things didn’t help, didn’t help at all. Sameer gave her the space she needed completely. Things were getting more and more difficult for her. Once when she too was terribly bored she decided to join Sameer in his evening walks. He stopped to make a call. Shaina waited outside. She just casually asked him whom he had called. He replied, “Nisha, my fiancée” and she was completely shocked. She felt so pathetic at that moment when she knew she shouldn’t feel so, at least not she. Sameer added, ”We were supposed to get married soon, we will actually after I join my Job, not a long time left for the same. She is the girl I have been madly in love with for the last 4 years. She was in my college.“ Sameer didn’t quite mark the silence, as it is Shaina used to keep quiet. He turned and looked at her and said, “Angel thanks for everything.” Shaina blurted out, “Dare not say thanks Sameer. You better not. So you are leaving? “ He said, “Ya, how did you know? I was about to say that. I am leaving in a day or two, most probably tomorrow evening. “ And for the first time he saw Shaina smiled but something made Sameer feel that it was such a faked one. But she had already started walking ahead and Sameer joined her. They walked back completely quiet. None of them spoke a word. The next day Sameer packed his bags (his luggage was checked out from the hotel, where he was staying with his friends, long back). He hugged Shaina, gave her his address and contact information and left. Shaina stood there waving goodbye to him, wishing him luck and smiling.

Sameer reached Bangalore and was so relieved. He was happy to see his family, his friends…..Nisha. He got to know that Nisha had to leave for a few months because of the work she had at Delhi. They would get married after 8 months. He was so completely engrossed in his life that he didn’t get the time to think about Goa, think about Shaina. He had forgotten to unpack even. The bag was tugged in some corner and he never cared to open it. One day he needed some document, which he thought might be there in that bag and thus took everything out. He saw the sketch he had made, with “Angel’s eyes” written on it. He thought about Shaina and all that she had done for him, thought about her eyes, those long curls, those sweet words. It was 4 months already and he had not cared to call her even. And all these days, every morning Shaina would get up wishing and praying that Sameer would call her up.
He called her up. The familiar voice on the other side made him feel so good. They talked for a long time. He told her how hectic his life had become, about his job, about his wedding. He asked about her, her father. He suddenly asked, “Angel why didn’t you join any college?” Or did you join any at Goa which I feel you didn’t, wont you read anymore????” Shaina didn’t reply, she just giggled it away. And the topic was changed. They started talking more regularly. Every alternate day he would call her up and they would talk for a long time. Then he had to go to Kolkata for some meeting and couldn’t get the time to call her up for almost 15 days. He was missing her all through but didn’t want to call her up just for a minute and hung up and didn’t have the time to talk for a long time. He decided to call her once he would reach Bangalore. After returning to Bangalore, when he called her up there was no reply. No body picked up the phone. He got worried. He kept trying the number for 3 days at a stretch. Whenever he would get the time he would try her number. No reply. He started missing her like anything and was so terribly worried. The next day he got a letter in a beautiful baby pink colored envelope and written “from your angel” clearly on it. He was so excited but worried at the same time. He opened it in a hurry. In beautiful little letters was written:

“Love is like sunshine,
strong and true,
Love is all that
I feel so deeply for you”

The thought that you will remember me, as a friend, as someone you knew would make me feel grateful to God and feel life wasn’t that bad.


Sameer was completely shocked. He tried her number again, but no reply. He immediately left for Goa. Angel’s home was locked. He asked the neighbors about her. An old lady came out and said, “Don’t you know? The poor little girl passed away 10 days back. May God bless her soul. A brave little girl she was. She fought with the disease, with death so bravely. But as she always said, we cant fight with our destiny. And her poor father left this place. I heard he went to Delhi to stay with his sister. “ Sameer was shocked and he immediately left that place. He went to the same beach they used to go to. Sat there and cried and cried for hours still holding the sketch of her eyes. And he felt as if she was there with him, sitting near him, encouraging him, and trying her best to make him feel better. He could feel her in the silence………….all his life.


Saturday, May 21, 2005


Last nite the restaurant where we had been to have dinner, the lady singer in the music band was singing this song. I have been humming the song all day. I must have heard the song so many times now.

Sab ki baaraatein aayi doli tu bhi laana
Dulhan banaake humko rajaji le jaana
Sab ki baaraatein aayi

Chaaha tha maine, socha tha maine
Kya kya the armaan dil nadaan ke
Aankhon mein aansu aaye
Ho, aankhon mein aansu aaye par koi na aaya
Ab to kisi ko bhi apna ke hai bulaana
Sab ki baaraatein aayi

In aankhon mein thi ek raat saji
Haathon mein kabhi choodi si baji
Par aankh khuli to aaya nazar na raat saji na choodi baji
Mera toota tha dil, uski jhankar thi
Saara voh rang tha mere khoone dil ka
Yeh to hai rona dil ka
Haan, yeh to hai rona dil ka kaahe ka taraana
Ab to kisi ko bhi apna ke hai bulaana
Sab ki baaraatein aayi doli tu bhi laana
Dulhan banaake humko rajaji le jaana
Sab ki baaraatein aayi

Chalo jo bhi hua, voh khoob hua
Ab har koi mehboob hua
Hai sab ke liye yeh raat meri ab to hai yehi aukaat meri
Haske bheege palak chamkaana hai
Sooni baahein ada se laheraana hai
Gham khaake aansu peeke
gham khaake aansu peeke mehfil mein gaana
Ab to kisi ko bhi apna ke hai bulaana

Sab ki baaraatein aayi doli tu bhi laana
Dulhan banaake humko rajaji le jaana
Sab ki baaraatein aayi

You can hear the song here ----------> Song

Friday, May 20, 2005

I wonder

I wonder :

1.Why is it that we understand the value of life when we fear of loosing it? The real value of life can be seen in the eyes of a dying man. The only thing we take for granted everyday when we wake up is that we have got one more to live, to dream, to laugh, to cry….

2.Why is it that even if we know that our mom loves us the most, her love for is truly unconditional and passionate… She tops the list of people we neglect the most. We take her love for us, would rather say we take her for granted. Those long nights she has spent sleepless for our health, our exams, we never even thank her for it. Why do we take her love for us for granted?

3.Why is it that the real value of love can be seen in the hearts of people who have lost someone they loved passionately? Why is love just some trivial game for people who get it without working hard?

4.Why is it that we remember someone the most after he dies? How often our hearts choke when we think of those sad memories when someone very close to our heart died…But when the same person is alive, we seldom think of them and meeting them or talking to them is even rarer…

5.Why is it that the closest friends we have ever had are the ones we have rarely cared for? They are the ones who would be there to wipe our tears, to share our smiles, our partners in the naughtiest things we do….and yet we so often take their friendship for granted….

6.Why is it that the most beautiful things on this earth come free and we spend our entire life running after things that cost us a fortune? Love, friendship, care, concern, the morning rays of the sun, the beautiful colors of the flowers, the song of birds, the beauty of butterflies, the pleasure of a walk bare feet on wet sand, the beautiful night sky, the air we breathe, smile on the face of the one we love the most, the touch of a baby, mom’s hugs they all come free and we seldom notice them….

7.Why is it that we are scared of ghosts, scared of thieves and never scared of the thought that maybe we have hurt someone terribly, that maybe one of the closest one will not be there with us tomorrow, that maybe we broke someone’s trust

8.Why is it that we run after people who wouldn’t care to appreciate us or care for us and never appreciate people who appreciate us? We even watch movies on similar themes like Jo jeeta wahi sikander and like them, yet when it comes to our own lives we would rather go all out to woo the other girl than reciprocate feelings of the ones who love us

9.Why we long to grow up when we are kids, and once we are grown up we miss those childhood days and spend our entire life with those sweet memories which we had never ever been grateful of as kids?

10.Why is it that a sailor longs to get into the sea when in shore and longs to get back to the shore when in sea?

11.Why is it that we take so many things in life for granted? Emotions of people who love us for granted? In fact people who love us for granted

12. Why is it that we never understand how much we care for people till they leave us.... and why is it that once they actualy leave us and we realise things, they hardly come back ?

This probably proves how foolish we all really are or does it prove how mean the force that is controlling every movement on this earth actually is? Is it destiny or our own negligence? As a child I had heard so many stories where the ending was always happy, where people got what they deserved, where there was love and victory of truth. Where the princess always had her prince ride a white horse and come to her, where the King always defeated the evil powers. Were they just to fool us? Or just to keep our childhood sans reality, reality that is so bitter? I still wonder

Thursday, May 19, 2005


its my birthday
My birthday, this year has been one of the most memorable days of my life. I never ever had imagined that it will actualy be such a wonderful day this year. I will post whatever happened, the first thing tomorrow.
Edited to add :

Last nite sharp at 12, my lil brother Viki ran to me, hugged me and wished me “happy birthday”, and then my mom…and immediately then I got an sms from a friend and the words used were real cute.Just then one of my best friends, sweet cute SOUP (that’s wat I call her ;) ) called me up.We both simply pull each others leg, she asked me “well is it time?” :D and I said, “Well I think so” :D and she wished me happy birthday and we both were giggling :P immediately then my cell rang, and there was actually a sweet lil surprise, a very very sweet friend of mine from Delhi ( we had not been in touch for sometime now) had called and she so cutely whispered “happy bday”.It was one real surprise. I had never thought she remembered my bday. Then a sweet friend of mine called me up and wished me. It was the first time we were talking, though we have been friends for months now. A friend I got through blogging, And the friend actually made a lovely e-card and sent it to me with a lovely poem. And then many old friends called me up, my cousins called me up. I got sms from some friends and at 1 am, I got a sweet call from a very sweet friend, who actually sang the bday song to me :P and I got a gift from the friend today :) which is so cute. Thanx :)

Today morning when I got up dad was here. He had actually taken a leave of 2 days and come here. It was the loveliest surprise and I found on my bed birthday card and gifts like every year. My mom would make sure when I get up I get to see the gifts first. Mom gifts me one soft toy every year. Its like a must and then any other gift. I had only girl soft toys in my room, this year for the first time mom gifted me Pinnochio. And every year dad would definitely gift me a book and my favorite chocolates and then anything else. Apart from these gifts I was also given a gold chain, a cute pendant and a 1000 bucks :P I got some lovely sms wishes and some friends called up and wished me today.

We ( me and some very close friends of mine) had decided to go to Cafe coffee day on my birthday. This plan is almost 12-13 days old. Initialy it was the last place I ever wanted to go to on my birthday. But then I thought why not. My cousin who is doing her MBBS at Vizag also joined us. She knows my friends very well, so for her such get togethers are fun. My friend Niks had to come to my place and we were to leave together. And as she is miss late latif, when she had to reach at 10, she reached at 11 :D. We picked up my cousin too and reached CCD at around 11:15. We met two very very sweet friends and that too for the first time. Both of them were so sweet and interesting. We had some iced eskimos and Instant nirvanas there. We talked for sometime and then these 2 friends had to leave. We wished we could have spent some more time together but they werent late latifs like ...... and had been there from 10 itself. After they left we all decided to eat more. We ate pizzas, burgers, and then even butter masala dosa. We asked this guy at CCD to pack two more pizzas and were eating dosa in the south indian restaurant which happens to be in the same building, just next to CCD. That guy came there to tell us that the pizzas were packed and he couldn’t stop staring at what we were eating and am sure he couldn’t believe we actually could eat so much( he didn’t know how much of sharing was going on actually). We don’t look like we can actually eat so much :D and he smiled and left. Uski halat dekh ke my friends and I just couldn’t stop laughing. We then had a coke and returned home. We parked the car near my home and kept talking. Entered home at around 2:30 and then mom was there with lunch for us. We couldnt tell her no :D :D :D :D and actualy had lunch :P :P
After talking for some more time, they left and I had to clean my room. This time around my room was literaly cluttered with news papers. I came online for sometime and saw those lovely wishes on the forum. I felt so good after reading them. I was still getting sms and calls from friends.
And then in the evening we had a small party at home. All my relatives and cousins had turned up. All my cousins are here. Most of them reached here on 18th and some have already left now( i.e at this time ). We enjoyed so much and need I add ATE so much. 10-15 bottles of real fruit juice and other snacks were jsut appetisers :D :D and then cake and then dinner. We were just yelling shouting singing and well making and were enjoying so much that some cousins who called up to say that they are going to reach lil late actualy would leave the important work and reach in 5 mins. The party actualy continued till 2:30 am. And coz my pc is on 24X7 I at times just logged in and posted something. At 2:30 I was so tired, didnt take me a minute to fall asleep and in days I had a very calm, pleasant sleep. God knows when I would have got up, thanks to a friend who called me up and I woke up :D :D and the cutest gift was from a cute lil cousin who gifted me a huge ( read that real HUGE) TEDDY :p :p Cute na? :D :D
Some cards that I got yesterday :
card3 card01 card 2 card 1
And some of the lovely e-cards I got :
card pooza
Cant get the other ones coz they are flash files

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Dil to kehta hai....


Dil to kehta hai Woh apne hai
Apne hi hai
Dil to kehta hai woh apne hai
apne hi hai
Jinki jaanib se Halka sa ishara bhi nahi
Koi awaaz to ayi hai kahin se lekin
Usne ab tak to bhule se pukara bhi nahi
Dil to kehta hai woh apne hai
Apne hi hai

Kya khata ki jiski humko to khabar hi na hui
Jaane kyun humse khafa hai yeh zamane wale
Kya khata ki jiski humko to khabar hi na hui
Jaane kyun humse khafa hai yeh zamane wale
Humko apnale
Humko apnale yeh unko to gawara bhi nahi
Dil to kehta hai woh apne hai
Apne hi hai

Tum hamein chaho na chaho yeh tumhara dil hai
Hum tumhein paake rahenge yeh hamara dil hai
Tum hamein chaho na chaho yeh tumhara dil hai
Hum tumhe paake rahenge yeh hamara dil hai
Meri umeed...
meri umeed koi tuta sitara bhi nahi
Dil to kehta hai woh apne hai
apne hi hai
jinki jaanib se halka sa ishara bhi nahi
koi awaz to ayi hai kahin se lekin
usne ab tak to bhule se pukara bhi nahi
Dil to kehta woh apne hai
apne hi hai.....

I have heard this song so many times now. I like this song a lot
You can hear the song here -------> song

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

And Forgive Me!

Found it on the Da forum and I found it so cute

Here is the weblink
click here --------> And forgive me

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

je suis très belle :D

A sketch I made. Comments most welcome :)


Friday, May 06, 2005

Love Story

A forward I received in my mail box :D

Love Story ..Must Read

Read this if u believe in love,but if u don't believe in love then too

this ........ might change ur perspective !!!! Must Read ... Dedicated

all those who made Spiderman and Titanic a (success!) A true, touching

story that happened in the NWFP(border) areas.

The headman of a big tribe had a beautiful daughter, who fell in love

a boy who was an ordinary poor person. When the people of the tribe came

know about their love, they did not like it at all, and so began to

about it.

Now it happened that the two lovers left their homes for a happy future.

The people of the tribe started searching for the(two) lovers but they

could not find them.

At last, they accepted their love and asked them in a newspaper to come

back. The people said that if u both come back we will marry u, we

that u lo! ved each other truly.

So in this way their love won and the age old attitide of the tribe took

beating. The couple went to the city for shopping for the wedding. He

wearing a white traditional dress, and was crossing the road when a car

came and hit him and he ! died on the spot.The girl lost her senses.

After a long time she recovered and accepted that her love has died. One

night she was sleeping in her home with her family.Her(mother) had dream

which she saw a fairy.

That fairy asked her mother to wash the blood spots of the guy from her

daughter's clothes as soon as possible. But her mother ignored the

Next night the father saw the same dream, he also ignored it.

Then when the girl had the same dream the next night, she woke up and

her mother about the dream. Her mother asked her to wash the clothes on

which there were blood spots. She washed the spots but! some remained.

Next night she again had the same dream she again washed the spots but

still remained. Next night she again had the same dream and this time

fairy gave her last warning to wash the blood spots, elsesomething

will happen.

This time the girl tried her best to wash the spots, the clothes tore,

some spots still r! emained. In the evening on same day when she was

someone knocked the door, when she opened the door she saw the fairy at


She got very scared and fainted. The fairy woke her up..., and gave her

object. That awe-struck girl asked "what is this..?,to which the(fairy)

replied......."kaise bhi daag ho, jaise bhi daag ho............. surf

excel... hai na..." I know what u are feeling now... But don't look for

me... I'msearching for the person who mailed this to me..."


Tuesday, April 26, 2005


Monday, April 18, 2005

I came across an interesting love story while browsing for "Dolce Vita"... Here it goes :
Click here ---- Dolce Vita

Friday, April 15, 2005

comic strip

comic strip

Wednesday, April 13, 2005



Some quotes on friendship :

"A true friend walks in when the whole world walks out."

"Though miles may lie between us, we're never far apart, for friendship doesn't count the miles, it's measured by the heart."

"Stars are like friends; there's always some around, you just need to find your favorite one."

"Money and power only last the hour, but friendship and love withstand the sky above."

"A special friend is a blessing that you should treasure with all your heart."

"You have done it Without a touch, without a word, Without a sign.You have done it By being yourself.Perhaps that is what Being a friend means After all."

"The best friend you can have is one you can sit on the porch with and not say a word, then get up and feel like that was the best conversation you've ever had."

"I found a friend who made me smile. We fell in love, it's quite worthwhile! For he is mine forvermore; a friend, a lover, mi amor!"

"In the cookies of life, your friends are the chocolate chips."

"It's a long road when you face the world alone, when no one reaches out a hand for you to hold. You can find love if you search within your soul, and the emptiness you felt will disappear."

"I asked God for a flower, and He gave me a garden. I asked Him for a tree amd He gave me a forest. I asked Him for a river and He gave me an ocean. I asked God for a friend and He gave me...YOU."

Few more added :

"The relationship in friendship is like the one between hand and eye; when the hand gets hurt eye cries and when the eye cries hand wipes the tears."

One fine day love and friendship met.Love asked "why do you exist if i already exist?"friendship replied "To put a smile where you leave tears"

(Thanks anand for sharing these two lovely quotes in my comment box... they are simply lovely...)


Friday, April 08, 2005

True love?

I haven’t blogged for a long time now. One new story to share…

20 years back:


Rajeev, a young 24 years old guy, full of life, dreams, hopes, the urge.. the hidden interest to make it big in life visits Palampur, a small Hill Station set on the rising slopes of Kangra Valley before they merge with the Dauladhar ranges, in Himachal Pradesh. His interest in photography pulled him to that place. He was too tired, working, slogging and wanted a break from everything. He had booked for himself a room in one of the best hotels there.

He would simply walk through the lovely tea gardens.. click pictures of local people there.. enjoy a cup of tea in a local tea workers house.. and again just keep walking… His interest in Palampur grew with every passing day. He wanted to know more and more about the place.. its history etc. He heard of a family .. the oldest in Palampur and decided to visit them. The next day he got up early and went to meet them .


He was greeted by a young little girl, very charming, very cute who took him inside. A old man came after almost 15 mins. Everyone addressed him as “babuji” in the family. Rajeev bowed and he too called him babuji. While he was talking to him, a girl came out and sat there with them . She seemed to know much more about Palampur, more than even babuji, though she must have been hardy 20-21 years old. Rajeev was impressed. She told him it was her interest in Palampur coz of which she knows so much about the place. She was a simple looking, tradition girl, who was updated about the modern living style as well, but her values deep rooted. Her name was Malvika. They became good friends. Malvika showed him a number of beautiful places in Palampur in the next couple of days. Places like “Al-hilal”, “Andretta”, “temple of Baijnath”, “Bir and Billing”, “Neughal Khad”,”tea factory”, “Temple of Bundelmata”. Rajeev took many pics of Malvika. Malvika’s simple, innocent attitude, her innocent beauty, her intelligence impressed him a lot. For Malvika it’s a unique experience. She had never been this close to any guy, she felt so attached to him .She actually fell in love with him. She would take Rajeev’s flirtatious compliments too seriously. One day as she waits for Rajeev, he doesn’t come … She waits for hours.. for days but Rajeev never comes back. Finally one day she decides to go to Rajeev’s place in Delhi. There she gets to know that Rajeev is out of country for some course. She is shattered, shocked and very angry. She is angry on herself for waiting for him. She is angry on herself for feeling for him. From a simple innocent girl, a girl who so easily expressed her emotions she turns into a stone when it comes to emotions. Any emotional display would be a faked one. She opened a small bookshop in Palampur and spent her time reading books.

15 years back:


She had been to Delhi to get some new books for her shop. As she was idly going through some stalls she came across Rajeev. She had never expected it. She had thought Delhi is too big to come across him and moreover believed that he was abroad. Rajeev smiled when he saw her and came and talked to her so casually. Malvika simply could not believe it. She tried to be quiet. As quiet as she possibly could. She was supposed to marry a guy her parents had chosen for her in a month. Rajeev didn’t mention even once about his sudden disappearance. Neither did she.

She just bid him bye and left. Once as she was sitting in her stall she saw a car stop outside her stall. It was Rajeev and with him a lovely lady. His wife. They were so happy. So engrossed in each other. Rajeev didn’t know it was Malvika’s shop. He just told her hi and introduced her to his wife. Malvika smiled. She just tried to behave as normal as she could. As soon as they left she cried…cried and cried for hours. And then she decided something. She told her family she wont marry. She simply can’t trust anyone, anyone in her life. Her family objected but she was so determined they could do nothing. She also left India. Went abroad for higher studies. She led a beautifully lonely life. She and her books. She loved painting but now she couldn’t. She felt as if there were no colors left in her life.

A year back:

Malvika was here in India, in Palampur. A man delivered her a letter. It was from Rajeev. He wanted to meet her. She simply didn’t feel like meeting him. All those days, those memories flashed across her eyes. The memories, which had never evaded her thoughts even once. She didn’t feel like meeting him. The next day at 10 when he had asked her to meet him she was still confused, slightly restless. She couldn’t stop herself and went to meet him. He looked fatigued. He felt she still looked so sweet, so charming. They both sat there talking nothing, she wasn’t even looking at him. She regretted the decision of meeting him. She just told him, “Rajeev I have to leave. I have some work. Will talk to you some other day. Take care” He said, “Sure. Just wanted to know how you are. How is your family? Your husband?” “All are fine” is all she said and left. He just smiled back and she left. She didn’t care to look back at him but he was looking at her only till she was out of sight.

2 months back:

She was leaving for her college abroad. She was a professor. She had to go to Delhi first. She was tempted to visit him just once before leaving. When she passed by his house, she just stopped and went in. It was a sudden visit. His housekeeper told her that he is in the garden and led her to the garden. He was sitting in the chair and having his tea. It was early morning. She just told him hi and exchanged a few words. Then she told him that she was leaving the same day. She wanted to meet his wife. He said his wife isn’t there at home so she can’t meet. They talked for sometime. Then she got up to leave. She went a few steps and then came back and said, “Rajeev you wont come to leave me till your gate?” He said, “Hmm don’t worry she will leave you. Goodbye”. She left. But she could feel something somewhere was wrong. She didn’t even have the time to know what it was. She had her flight in another 30 minutes. She had got her luggage checked and cleared when she suddenly felt like going back.

And she went back. She entered his house without knocking. She was shocked to see Rajeev’s wife’s huge photograph in the main room with garland on it. She was dead. She was shocked to see that Rajeev was going from the table to the other room in his wheel chair. She was shocked. She called out his name. He was shocked. He was so angry. He never ever wanted her to know this. One tragic incident had changed their lives. He was happy that Malvika is happy. He never bothered her with his sad stories.

Malvika went near him and said, “ Rajeev please let me be with you. Don’t send me away when I want to share your pains… Share your tears. Please”

He sighed and said, “No Malvika. You should leave. You have your own life. These are my own pains. I have to live with them. And please don’t meet me again. Don’t bother me by coming here. I am happy with my life. I am absolutely fine. There is no tear to be shared. Leave please. Leave now. I have alot of work to do”

Malvika was crying though she hated the tears rolling down from her eyes. The Ice melting, faked emotions being replaced by true, honest, deep emotions.

She said, “Rajeev I don’t have a family to go back to. I never married. I couldn’t. To be honest it wasn’t that I was waiting for you. I knew you would never come back, you were never mine. It’s just that I was so deeply hurt that I felt I couldn’t trust anyone else. Please let me be with you.”

Rajeev was staring at her. [He was hurt. Deeply hurt now. He was happy that at least Malvika was happy. When he had met Malvika years back in Delhi, he knew he loved her. He never told her. He was going to get married in a few more days and heard that even she was getting married. And he felt that she didn’t love him. So he never told her about his feelings. He had left Palampur because he was feeling chained to Malvika. Something, which was a strange thing for him. He wanted to be free and this deep feeling of being chained, bonded, and committed… he hated it. Now when they had met and he got to know that Malvika’s life was sailing smooth he was so happy.]

He kept staring at her, his eyes full of regret now. And Malvika sat in front of him, her hands on his legs, which had now lost sensation completely. She didn’t say a word… just kept looking into his eyes… till Rajeev actually calmed down. His eyes became tenderer… his facial expression more relaxed… more soothed.

He sighed and then looked at her, smiled and said, “Malvika why did all this happen? Why did I run away from you? Our lives could have been so completely different.” She just smiled and said, “That’s life. Our lives are going to be different from today onwards, right from this moment.” They stayed together ever after. Laughed, cried, enjoyed, shared pain together but in Scotland where Malvika was a professor in a University. They started their life afresh.

Need I write? “And they lived happily ever after. ”


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