Friendship

Friendship,a word with a world in it.the word itself is strong enough to evoke a strong emotional response.To some it spells fun,to others support,love,care,respect,sharing,happiness,and to a few like me,its a way of life.
Today Simran asked me what is friendship.How do I define it,What it means to me,Is it worth the hype it carries,Can a girl and a guy ever become great friends,without attraction getting into their friendship.Faced by such a flurry of questions,I was forced into thinking[which sadly is a very rare phenomenon].What exactly is friendship?

Well first of all the concept of friendship is very personal,It may vary from person to person,everybody has their own ideas of friendship.What I am presenting is my view,of what I think friendship means to me.

To me,friendship is magic.Its about two people understanding each other so well,that they understand the others words without the need of the other to utter a single word.Its about sharing everything.Happiness,friends derive happiness from each other,and double each others joy in the process,Sorrow,sharing your vows and unhappiness halves yours,'cause a friend's comforting presence and warmth is enough to heal the deepest of wounds,Food,if you don't share the food mom sends to you,what good a friend are you,I mean if you can leave a poor soul to feed on the gross mess food,then may god bless you,you don't deserve the poor soul's friendship.

I see life as black and white.Black are the times when I am down ,helpless,I loose hope,get frusrated of my life,start questioning the reason of my existance.These are the times I need my friends the most,and they are always their for me.They not only cheer me up,they make me laugh,make me jump with joy and even make me pay the canteen bill[those crazy freaks].White at the times when these crazy freaks are down and I get the treat.

Friendship can never be overhyped,'cause this it is what this world stands on,'cause no number of words said or writtes can ever describe friendship's true value,as it is priceless.It can never be bought.It can only be bartered,you give something,you get something,Friends never carry a for sale tag except if you are Bill Gates,sir I am very much on sale.

Why can't a girl and a guy become great friends without the romantic angle,I do agree that the occurence of such instances is less,even I prefer guy friends,for basic reasons,that we always have somehing to talk about,"GIRLS".Discussing a girl with a girl can never be the same,but I think a great girl+ friend isn't a problem.I mean if she is funny interesting smart and you enjoy her company,then she is as good as any other friend I have.The only problem is the contrasting behaviours the two sexes have.I would hate to have a friend who keeps telling me that I don't look god if I don't have a shave for 3 days,or somebody who tells that I should have a bath after just two days of dry spell,otherwise a girl as a friend will be great.

About looks,well the first impression is always how people look.But I think for a friendship to prosper,good looks really don't matter.Why should I expect my friend to be "presentable",whom am I trying to show,my other friends,my parents,society,or is it just my overinflated ego.If one of my buddoes doesn't look like Tom Cruise or Aishwarya rai,I don't really give a damn,'cause NEither am I Brad Pitt,that they could boast of.Looks really don't matter,they are just superficial,and the very starting of friendship is from inside,your heart.

To summarize it all,I'd say that friendship is all about being yourself and letting others being themselves,and yes this ones for MTNL,Thinking too much will never result into anything,'cause till those friends are there for you,there will always be raindrops falling on your head.

A picture of infinite words 

RETURN TO INNOCENCE

As I sit on my rocking chair,
I see a life so contrair,
As i put on my glasses,
And smoke the brasses,
I see my life passing by
leaving me high and dry
Through the smoke of illusions
Comes out the spirit of redemption

Deep down my memories,
I see a lane full of cries,
Cries of a Child
All in wild
Cries of a boy
All so coy
Cries of a man
Nothing more than a garbage can
And the eyes of an unknown angel.



I see a little child,
who looks so mild,
With a smile so bright,
Which fills your entire world with light,
A face so innocent,
Looks so albescent,
So full of life,
With not a speckle of rife,
Free from any aprehensions,
Like an adumbration.

The child is like the soul of god,
So pure a heart like thy LORD,
The child see the world around,
Sees so much deciet aground,
Doesn't understand the cause of hate,
Thinks its nothing but fate,
Innocence abounds in him,
Doesn't care for the world so grim.
All he knows is love,
And spreads it around like a beautiful white dove.



I see a boy,
Watches with hate the passing convoy,
In his eyes you can see the shades of dark,
With a heart so stark,
He wants to hurt people,
Inside him something stings like a needle,
All he sees around him is distrust and pain,
He tries to escape but all in vain.

The boy runs from the world
Only pausing at the threshhold,
Facing miseries untold of,
Burning up like a snoff,
Crying incessantly as he runs,
Someone whom everyone shuns,
Killing what he knows as self,
Breaking off like a skelf,
All in pain agony and torment
His miseries only augment.




I see a man,
Full of hostility and aversion,
He has lost all his compassion,
From his words one can sense the anger in him,
Filled with abomination to the brim,
He speaks to hurt,
Slinging on everyone puddles of dirt,
His soul has vanished into thin air,
Inflicting suffering is his affair.

His sight can give shudders to even the devil,
So much is he infected by evil.
Guided by his frenzied impulses,
Writing in everybody's lifestories gruesome verses,
All his feelings have numbed,
All emotions have dumbed,
All is that is left of him,
Is a deadly and unrepenting crim.





After years of unrelenting croises,
And scarred by unending number of bruises,
A chest decorated with loathe and curses,
Nominated villainy's very own Ramses,

But one day as he was walking by the boulevard,
In his thoughts he overlooked the approaching car,
He didn't see his nemesis honking from far,
And all of a suddenly he stumbled,
Noticing the approaching death as it rumbled,
In moments his entire life flashed in front of him,
And through these moments of megrim,
From nowhere came a heavenly soul,
Threw him away like a bricole,
As his senses faded,
He could see his saviour was badly wounded.

Lying by his bed thinking,
Questions from nowhere were ascending,
What made him deserve such generosity,
A second life for the epitome of atrocity??,
The accident left her parralysed,
Her life and hopes just beacame invised.


He made her his life,
Hope came to his soul which was long in a cauldrife,
She taught her how to laugh,
Helping him get over his life so rough,
She taught him the meaning of love,
Her eyes were his life's only behove.




But fate played its game unfair,
His life deceased leaving him in a despair,
Her eyes left his soul moved,
The loss of his love left him aggrieved,
For the first time in his life tears ran down,
In his sorrows did he drown.................................



As I sit, I still remember her,
Her eyes still haunt me in my blur,
She made a man out of a devil,
She drove out of me every thread of evil,
She brought me back life,
Ending my inside rife,
She brought back to me my human sense,
She was my return to innocence