My best friend's diary...

Last week, i was at home. And i was glad, all my school friends have landed from miles away to our hometown this Diwali. As i was at home after such a long time, my mom was keep asking me, what do you want to eat....fridge is full of cold drinks & ice-creams, you always like or try some dry fruits or sweets or chokolates you always loved.

I said..mom...i just want to eat normal food made of your very own hand. Nothing special, just dal, sabzi & chapaties. I wondered all those things,which used to waters my mouth,are no longer fascinating me.B'coze since i left my hometown, all these things are easily available and i always have money to buy them.

Now i really miss those days, when my father used to buy me ice-cream on my b'day and me & my brother used to go outside to have dosa. Masal dosa was my favorite dish. but not now, as i live in south india.i remember,one of my friend told me how she used to wait for her uncle,who buy her Britannia Bourbon as Bourbon was considered very expensive biscuits that time and her elder sister spent her childhood happily with Parle-G.

i really feel....we don't fascinated by things which are easily available.

Yesterday,we all friends were sitting together, having fun. Some of us have a habit of finding flaws in others.It's been a long time,we all are doing this & really enjoyed a lot.

But finally we decided not to debug anyone & overlook the weaknesses of others. Because if you look for flaws, you'll surely find them.Instead of finding flaws,we should see the good thing that each one of us possesses.we can learn from everyone.Everyone has a story to tell or a joke to share.

As we are far away from our Home.The only people who take care of us are friends.And,friends are so important for a happy living.

So be mature enough to ignore small flaws of your friends.Because there is nothinG like F.R.I.E.N.D.S

I have never encountered an accident & don't want to.
But i remembered an incident that i want to share with you

After +2 i went to Kota for IIT preparation.It's been one & a half month, i was away from my Home.Before that i have never been keep away from my parents for a single day.On Rakhi i got 3 days leave. We were four friends from my Hometown.But i reached at Bus stand a little late & i got a different Bus.I called my parents that i am leaving and will reach at 7:30 in the morning.

Bus started moving at 9:30. As there were no-one to talk.I put earphone of my SONY walkman.It was my favourite entertainment tool that time.I don't know when i started dozing off.I wake up at 5:30. I saw a milestone written as Chittorgarh-60Km.I was shocked.I asked them person beside me.He told me we were stuck in traffic-jam for 3 hrs.As i don't have mobile phone that time.So i couldn't call at home.I took it normally & again went back to my dream world.

But on the other side, at my home,things were not so normal.Time was passing by 8:30, 9:00, 9:30. All my friends who were just half an hour early,had reached home at 7:40.My father then called Travel agent and he told that an accident had been reported and they are trying to confirm it as they don't know which Bus got accident.And things became worse at my home.

I reached home at 10:30. As i entered in my home, ambience was unusual. My Mom was crying in a corner of the room and my papa was consoling her and My brother was sitting besides phone,having a small tear about to come out.When they saw me,i can't tell you how that situation was.They hugged me & asked me, 'why are you so late?'I told them about the traffic jam.But i was puzzled and i asked them 'what happened to you all?'. Then they explained everything.

I realized then 'May be parents are not everything for us, But Children are everything for them'.

A child has so many dreams. Somebody wants to be a cricketer, someone wants to be pilot. Even every day they has a new dream.But when they grow up & get in touch with real life.Some of them achieve, what they want and some of them couldn't make it, even they deserve it, they had enormous talent & had done hard work.

In this time of recession, some of my friends are dealing with the same situation. Nothing can be worse than when your dream shatters.

i remember a quote by Bill Gates:

"life is not fare always, get use to it"

But nothing is permanent...time will change...try to see other side of the door.

Some days back, i was talking to my friend. i told her the thing about her that i like. And she replied, you are a nice person, always praising me and you are the only one.

i just wondered, why i am the only one?People don't see the way i see or i have a different angle of seeing others.Most people don't give praise freely, even though it's true. But i feel the more you give away, the more everything around you grows towards you.

The friend, i was talking about, smiles when someone greet her, and in that way, you feel comfort in open up to her. And when you talk to her, every sentence, she speaks, starts with you name. And i think, this makes you feel great.B'coze your name is the sweetest sound you know.

Too often, we underestimate the power of touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment or the the smallest act of care- all of which have the power to turn life around.

So be nice to everyone, praise everyone, if deserves.And i do mean everyone. B'coz it scares me, when someone is really nice to me, but rude to a 'Chai-wala'



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Today, i was talking to my friend. we started talking about our mutual friends. i told her about everyone, where he/she is, what they are doing, what problems they are facing in their life.I the meanwhile she stoped me & asked how do you know everything about everyone. She was wondering, how one can be in touch with everyone. Then i said, how can you forget someone, you've been with or have spent a wonderful time together.

i feel, i'll never forget anyone, i've been with, b'coz each person has ther own qualities. i miss all mundane things of theirs., like one of my friend , whenever y0u offer her something to eat, she tastes it & always says, it's very good with such a good expression & one who never spent a single penny, had donated 1000 bucks to tSunami victims or the one who says hi to every foreigner, he sees while walking down the street if jaipur.

i am obsessed with little things. May be, i am crazy. When i was a kid, i always got late when i walk to school alone.Now i figured out , why. Sometimes i was watching a leaf falling from its mother tree, touches my feet, after following a bizzare path in the air or sometimes i tried to detach myself with my own shadow or sometimes i found myself, looking at the ants crossing the road, carrying weight more than their own bod weight.

Little things.....i think, it's the same with people. i see litle details in them, so specific to each of them that move me & that i miss & always miss. you can never replace anyone, b'coz everyone is made of such beautiful specific details. i put all these details of everyone, i met in drawers inside my head, which remains forever with me.

P.S. Every one is special in its own way.