I am sure those who regularly visit me know that I become very nostalgic when it comes to friendship, by the grace of god I have made some very good friends all over. I am very proud of that. The following are my views on what I think about friendship, Let me take this opportunity Just want to say I love you all my friends and thanks for always being there .. and to all the new friends I have made here Online , Blogosphere. God bless you all
Internet has been a great tool, I have met so many people over it all over the world and I must say some of them have become very good friends, a few closer than family too. Blogging has helped too in meeting or knowing new people some have been good, some OK, I wont say bad because I think , No one is bad they are good for someone if not you.
I am proud and can honestly say I got friends almost all over the world now , which is GOOD cause I don’t have to stay in Hotels anymore and Spend the money THAT I HAVE NOT EARNED YET or should I say Saved yet. I have been to Chicago, vancouver, Australia, Singapore, Thailand, California , Virginia, Mumbai loads and loads of place and guess what yeah FREE ACCOMMODATION AND FOOD (and psssttt Drink tooo yayyyy) …
In this modern world we have become very unforgiving people. It may be an ethnic problem, or a community’s problem or a country’s, or in your relationships, with your wife, children, parents,Girl Friend, Friends, Acquaintances we get very very unforgiving and we hold that against them and sometimes hold that Grudge for a long long time, We wear it as a badge which says‘main tujhe kabhi maaf nahi karoonga’ (I will never forgive you)
Everyone has a hidden agenda behind everything, It was not like this always people use to be so good, caring. The words they said meant something , people stood by there words.
Nowadays people are quick to make a relation, even quicker to spoil or break one. What they say is not what they mean. What would it take to go back to the good old days. I mean how can someone say oh we are friends then at next instant go behind your back , I mean what is friendship…
Dosti karo to Jam ke karo
Dushmani karo to woh bhi Jum ke karo
magar khyal itna rahe , ki fir agar Dosti ho to Sharamindgi na ho….
We have gotten so busy in our life that we have forgotten or forget what the effects of our actions will have on others, We have become so selfish, I ask god one thing always Please don’t make me so selfish, or careless, uncaring, heartless, Because I don’t know which action of mine might hurt someone, and to those who i have hurt , I am not sure how I will every be able to apologize to. I do hope that some day they can pardon me.
So
1. What is FRIENDSHIP/ FRIENDS ?.
2. Do we respect our FRIENDSHIP/ FRIENDS ?.
3. How do you show respect towards your friend, Or see if they respect you ?
Is SAYING That I RESPECT you same as SHOWING respect ?
To me a friend is who would stand by you, no matter what, right or wrong is something to think about after the need has got over.. A friend in need is a friend indeed that’s how we respect our friendship, Good friends stand by you Right or wrong.. That is not the criteria here at the moment.. The moment is that your friend needs you and You are there..THAT TO ME IS FRIENDSHIP…
I feel that you respect it when you can Tell them how you feel and ask them how they feel directly, rather than assuming… Respect is shown when you See the whole world walk out and a few Walk IN FOR YOU.
Do people actually mean they are friends when they say they are, or are just making fun of you. If they are then why do they do it. Would they feel the same if this happened with them, or have they become so heartless that it does not bother them anymore. How can they go to sleep soundly, well now I am being a fool because they don’t even know what hurt they have caused.
People are impulsive and say things that hurt other people, they walk over others especially people whom they say are friends. And in all this process they loose friends, I am a bit of a dumbo it takes a bit of time for me to understand people are trying to ignore me , so it gets difficult to loose me.
Sometimes I wish I had the Ego or Impulse to severe my contact with people. I do pray to god to make me like them as that is the way of the world it seems Now-a-days.
Also how easy it is to Forget these days but more on that maybe some other day, All I would say is Please god take care of all my friends, foes, anyone I know .. God bless all and everyone …
I have been wondering for a few days now what to say or HOW to express gratitude to those who have influenced me and my life, what words do I use that will do justice to the role they have had, Also how to chose the 3.
I have had a weird life so far, Life as we know has its ups and down, its these ups-downs that make life what it is LIFE and its these Ups and downs that actually make a person A good or a bad person. In all these situations there are people who stand by you or Stood by you, by the grace of God I am one of the luckiest person’s alive , I have had so many good human beings around me who have always helped me or stood by me through all the upheavals , So this is for all of them.
My GrandFather who always believed me whatever I said , even when I was giving him an eyewash to part with 10,000 Rs. so I could join a Computer institute just because girls were there, and a couple of my friends had joined. I cant forget ever how much you pampered me , if i got in trouble (which was often) all you would ask is Have I done something wrong, when I said “NO”, You believed me without a doubt and Stood by me always.
My parents who again had to go through all the problems because of all the troubles I got myself into, the endless evenings they spent worrying if I will live after some incidents. I do repent doing what I did and maybe if you had not stood by me and shown me the right way I would not be what I am today.
I know I am not the best human being, I have my faults a lot of them. I have hurt so many people over the time, There are those who probably wish me dead and pray the worst for me, but then that I also believe is what makes us human, We are good for some – bad for others.
I wish I could undo what I did but sadly that is not possible, Life is not just weird, its FUNNY also because we end up hurting those who are dear to us , those whom we love the most, How can we be such idiots that we end up hurting them the most.
My friends I am most thankful to , and they deserve a big big gratitude for being with me always, in-spite of knowing what a bad human I am , still being there always, I want to name each one of you but its a LONG Longggggggggg list THANK YOU.
I know I have always said that I will be a friend and yet I have failed you many a times , to you all I also want to say SORRY for being a jerk like that.
I don’t want to mention a name BUT here I want to say to that one person whom I have hurt a LOT, I do wish I had not done what I did. You are the one who gave me unconditional love always and I let you down. I don’t even know how to express my gratitude to you for everything. Maybe someday I will have the courage to say sorry to you in person, maybe.. Maybe just maybe , I love you and will always do till the end of my life, God bless you and may you get all your hearts desires fulfilled.
The following lines Sum up everything in my life ..
Koi kami meri which hovegi
kaiyan ton jhootha pai gaya main
kaiyaan de man ton leh gaya main
oh mere naal de age langh gaye
ik ikalla hi piche reh gaya main
Koi kami meri which hovegi
Something Lacks in ME FOR SURE
Proven a Liar among others
Fallen from many people’s grace
52 weeks of Gratitude .. Week 7 Says the title is “A friend 1”
yaar ko humne ja-ba-ja dekha kahin zahir kahin chupa dekha..
Wherever I see, I find my friends everywhere. Visibly or indirectly, I see them all around me
Today I am going to talk about my best friend, The first I had, He was the only good thing to have happened to me during my school days (which were not very pretty), his name is Anup…. I can’t remember how we met, but we were in the same class and use to sit together. In our Xth class we sat in the second row Gagan, Me, Anupinder, Vinney Partap Brar, Bhupi virk, I front row were the girls 🙂 .. yeah you can trust me to sit behind the girls.
Holidays use to so much fun and I must say here that those were the days when one could go to a FRIEND’S place unannounced, Patiala in those days was a beautiful place with not that much traffic as it is now. I can remember all those days so clearly, We had a Brown Vijay Super scooter with not that much petrol as was the case with most youngsters in those days, The poor scooter carried a lot of us and never broke down, Anup would be driving, me behind him, Vinney partap as third person, Sometimes We had Ajay too, ajay is Anup’s younger brother. Those were the the Mad days… The Clutch wire or the accelerator wire broke, one person held it behind.. He would shout Pull to accelerate or slow down to change the gear.. The guy behind would be doing the needful. Hilarious situations now that I think of/
The day we did not have the scooter it was the trusted ATLAS cycle, me sitting on the Danda in front and him paddling.. catching hold of the trolley behind a tractor to take a lift .. I would spend a lot of my holidays with them in patiala, sometimes he would come to stay with us in Chandigarh.
Aunty ji would make us jugs of milk shakes and Aloo paranthas.. Anup was funny if he got engrossed into reading a novel he would not move, Me and Ajay would do things to him 🙂 put his legs around , and stuff like that but Anup would be so busy and concentrating in the novel he would not mind. He was a very good basketball player.
I can still remember the trips to the 22 number phatak (which sadly is all changed now, as they have built a flyover now) It use to be THE place in those days, everyone in evening would come , especially the lovely beautiful Patiala girls. A famous fast food place called Pick a chick that served pizza’s and burger, Order the food then finishing a bottle of ketchup eating it up.
One incident that stands out to me ALWAYS and (which I think changed me too) was we had gone to Jammu and Kashmir tour with our school, bad luck for Anup he was stuck with me , I was a hostler in school and got bullied a lot, sadly those guys were also in the same tour. I remember we were at Verinag where it is believed the River Jhelum starts and had a night stay at a place called KOKERNAG, for some odd reason these guys challenged us to come to their room in evening. I was a scary cat But I still remember to this Day Anup telling me We have to go , it’s the question of Sardari, honour we have been challenged so no matter what we have to go, I was trying to dissuade Anup into not going but he was adamant.
We did go both of us against the 7 or 8 of the gang, though we got beaten up but I am really happy we made that, and thanks to Anup I also had the courage to stand up to these bully’s.
The first time we had a drink together, The time when his grandparents had gone to Canada and we painted the village Red, loud music , dancing the whole night drinking.. it was awesome. I remember in those days punjab had black clouds in the form of terrorism, very risky to go out at night but we were super humans no care in the world. Ajay was the scapegoat when the drinks finished we would tie a turban on him, send him off to the liquor store to get some more. Dancing to some silly songs ALIBABA, Queen and stuff I bet the villagers felt what the hell was happening in the village.
Like me Anup was very fond of food, I guess I got it from him, I remember once I landed in Patiala, Anup and Ajay were getting ready to go to some wedding and in Punjab or maybe all over India if you are invited to a party then it is understood that Everyone who is in the house is invited, no second thoughts about it, I did not even have a change of clothes so borrowed his. The reason I am mentioning this episode is because we ate so much at one stage it seemed that when ever they served fresh bowl of chicken it all landed on our plates.
After my Xth class I came to Chandigarh , he stayed in Patiala, Then went to Australia for higher studies , stayed there for six years, meantime in Chandigarh my group of friends changed.. a lot happened in those year.. But then I heard Anup was coming back and we met after so many years .. It was back to where we had left.. Nothing had changed between us, he had just become a bit Sophisticated, Drank Scotch on the rocks, used the word MATE a lot.. 🙂
He was so knowledgeable and knew a lot about World war stories, He would read so many books , I would envy him how he could manage..And the Shayari he did , he had a SHER for any occasion.. he could recite couplets from heer-ranjha , Mirza ghalib. He took so much pride in the surname MANN, very Fond of classical and jazz music, when he had come to UK I had trouble finding a nice Jazz place .. and Yeah STEAK he loved it , I took him to a pub here to have steak his words were “This is not Steak”.. The day I landed in Vancouver for his wedding, we hired a car and he took me straight to this place where they made STEAKS “This is a STEAK” he said ..
A funny incident happened at the restaurant we had hired a two-seater car, automatic, I was driving one for the first time in my life, I don’t know what it was but for some reason we could not get the key to start the engine, we fiddled around for ages, in the end we rung the company we hired from, I bet the girl at reception had a hearty laugh when she told us you have to put the car in parking, press the Clutch and then it will start.. Made us look dumb.
He was very outgoing, each time we talked on phone he would tell me he had gone for mountain climbing or sky diving.
I got invited to his wedding, Went to Canada, for his stag night we went to a club the hilarious thing was he was so tired for some reason, he went to sleep in the club while we drank our self senseless and danced around 🙂 But when the time came to come home I have no recollection of how we managed to get home, Anup brought us back somehow, I met his beautiful wife.. The wedding party was Good I remember Dancing all the evening with him and bhabhi ji.. The highlight of the evening was being introduced as Anup’s Best friend who had come all the way from England.
This article is dedicated to my Best friend Anupinder Singh Mann, he is missed and will be missed always and ever.. Sadly In August 2007 My best friend passed away due to an accident while sky diving. Anup where ever you are I love you my friend, and I miss you.. there is a lot of me that was made because of you and I am very thankful to you for that. I am a better person because of you. Thank you for being there all the time, Thank you a lot.. I prey to god that everyone has a friend like you.. Everyone deserves a good friend in their life, and you ARE the BEST.
I wish and pray I am half the man you were.
Anups Mum wrote this to me :- bikram .ajay was always my strength and anup was my weakness.but after going to canada he slowly became my strength too.every morning starts with his thoughts and every evening ends like that.when he was in australia he might have been going through rough times financially or emotionally but when asked how r u son he would always say ; chardi kala; that was anup never cribbing about anything. one common sentence every one said on his passing was that he had no mean bone in him. even to the servant he would not like if anyone said servant, no he would say domestic help. To his seniors he was never rude or reply back. he may be very upset by their behaviour maximum he would say mom it is okay status quo has to be maintained. That was my son and am proud that i gave birth to such a good human being who was such a puritan in deeds and thoughts. I could go on and on but i will finish here with these lines
na haath hi pakar sake na pakar sake daaman
itne karib se uth kar chala gaya koi.
Mainu Yaar mere Jaapde
Khuda Warge
Kisse Allah de Fakeer di
Dua warge…
(Anup and me just after passing out of 10th class)
I was talking to a friend of mine who told me that for some time now I have not been putting the musical Mondays post .. I thought, I will start all over again the series, Will put songs that are my favourites and those that I listen every now and then ..
The first one that came to my mind was this song , It reminds me because I was in Bsc first year when I had heard this one at a friend’s place in panchkula india , on one of those BIG cassette players , this was the only song on the cassette, I immediately made a copy of it.. Those friends are not there with me now, we have all moved and parted ways to pursue our careers , The guy I took the song from is in australia somewhere ..
It seems to be a sad song but an emotional one too.. Have a listen and tell me does it not remind you of your childhood days , those friends that have parted .. wish I can rewind it back to meet them all once again .. wherever you are all of you God bless you all … Take care of yourself people ..
To all the Friends that we have parted with …
I have made some beautiful friends, I love you and think of all of you everyday .. This is also for all my blogger friends who have become part of family now.. Thanks for being there
Goodbye to you my trusted friend
we’ve known each other since we were nine or ten
together we’ve climbed hills and trees
learned of love and ABCs skinned our hearts and skinned our knees
Goodbye my friend it’s hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky now that the spring is in the air
pretty girls are everywhere
Think of me and I’ll be there
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun but the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time
Goodbye Papa, please pray for me
I was the black sheep of the family
You tried to teach me right from wrong
Too much wine and too much song
Wonder how I got along.
Goodbye Papa, it’s hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Little children everywhere
When you see them I’ll be there.
We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone.
We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone.
Goodbye Michelle, my little one
You gave me love and helped me find the sun
And every time when I was down
You would always come around And get my feet back on the ground.
Goodbye Michelle, it’s hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky Now that the spring is in the air
With the flowers everywhere
I wish that we could both be there.
We had joy, we had fun We had seasons in the sun But the stars we could reach Were just starfish on the beach.
We had joy, we had fun We had seasons in the sun But the stars we could reach Were just starfish on the beach.
We had joy, we had fun We had seasons in the sun But the wine and the song Like the seasons have all gone
All our lives we had fun We had seasons in the sun But the hills that we climbed Were just seasons out of time
Seasons in the Sun” was a worldwide hit song for Terry Jacks in 1974.
HAVE A GREAT WEEK AHEAD FOLKS … enjoy…
Here is a question.. Who did you remember Listening to the song .. Tell me , did it remind you of someone special , a long lost friend , or of those beautiful days .. Go on Share it with us all.. Its always good to remember the Good days .. Keep smiling people
Disclaimer :- Long post .. But people who love their friends and miss them will understand it all
This post has taken a long time to be published, has been sitting in my drafts for so long. been editing it so often..
Here I am trying to revisit the good old days as they say , college times .. I am sure a lot of people by now know how we both met, it was an astonishing moment , One day Ravi (my first friend in college) came up to me, I was tall and big had big huge moustaches gave the impression that I was wickedddddddd (no one knew the secret, it was the other way round actually) .. saying he has had an argument with someone , set up a time and we have to go to beat up this guy.. So we went to the ground behind the campus.. Me and Ravi… in a few minutes another guy came with a Short, stocky, Smart Sardar..who had an immaculate turban on..
Till today I have no idea why it happened or how it happened instead of a FIGHT it ended up by making a deal that instead of a big fight why not let Ravi and the guy settle their differences one to one.. Brilliant , me and the sardar shook hands and That day I met my best, my darling my sweety pie my cutie pie he he he he Sukhvir Singh (AKA babbar).. till date he is my best mate.. Thus started the days of glory, through him I met so many people rather all my mates now I met through him, oh boy but was he angry, he was short but his temper oh my god, no matter who was in front, he went for it..
So that’s how we met, College time was wow time for me because of friends I had, we did a lot of things together movies, roaming around, NCC etc etc.. A few points I wanted to share here reminiscing the good old days..
Each time I have called him up from UK, it brings that COOL sense of happiness to hear him say hello and when you speak he recognises the voice in millionth of a second and then the voice changes to “OYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN”.. now that is the best feeling one can have, especially for those who have left friends-family behind and come to foreign shores.. Then during the conversations he will always say “TUN AAJAA YAAR MANN” (you just come).. That is the moment where you feel like dropping everything and Just go.
We both have argued with each other but I don’t remember any occasion where we have fallen out on any thing, almost every evening after college was spent with him , a couple of others ( I will write about them too).. I use to live the furthest so I would go to his house in evening and then from there we went wherever we had to go , to spend the rest of the evening.
A few incidents come to mind each time I think of Babbar, I remember during NCC Days we had a camp for 15 days in a village in Punjab , it was Diwali day and we planned to go to the gurudwara Sahib , on way back there was a brick Kiln.. and you know how big-hearted Punjabi’s are.. the owner called us in and invited us to a glass or two of MILK , special milk , this was full of Bhang and a couple of KILO of Jalebi’s .. NCC camps hardly get stomach full of food so we drank and ATE..
Then moved to the camp only to find we were getting high and The Commanding officer too saw us , Not a good idea , by the time we reached the camp he had everything ready .. WE were to Fall in within 5 minutes and Our dear Sukhi was to lead us in parade , The punishment was for us to march while for him was to go over to the other side of the POND and shout commands .. I on other hand was saved as I was representing Chandigarh in Skeet shooting so I was sent to air force station to do that .. The day off it was to be we ended up working the whole of chandigarh group. I was so drunk and high that I shot 9 out of 10 clay pigeons BRING THEM ON.. sukhi was not happy when I came back as they were made to go up and down the ground a few times …
I have somehow felt that Babbar has always been my savior for some reason each time I was in trouble he would be there, In one wedding a few guys had a tiff with me and I found my self alone, as a guy asked me to dare come out of the marriage hall.. I being a scary cat which i am was still thinking of what to do .. In comes Babbar and he gave them guys such a blasting they will remember all their life..
Also a few coincidences have so happened that It is really a miracle that we have not got into serious trouble , Once I went up to his house to find that he was getting ready on asking , he just said good i turned up and asked me to accompany him , it was later I found out that a guy we knew , had some sort of fight with guys , there We were together going to beat up the guys …
I am not sure how my life would have been had it not been for him, he has been always there through thick and thin always .. He was the one who rode my scooter which i had just spend thousand to get repainted and all .. and drove it right into an oncoming car.. my heart broke into pieces to see the scooter again mangled , who cares about the bruises suffered by him, he is a man he will Live 🙂
He got married when I came to UK , I missed his wedding and i will never forgive myself I so wanted to attend his wedding , he has a beautiful wife who is again a gem of a person .. Each time I have gone to india they have not let me go to my own house as my home was all locked up , I end up spending my time with them, I jsut have to phone him up and tell him arriving on such and such date and he makes sure that he takes time off work and all ..
I am truly blessed to have him, I know we hardly speak on phone so much time goes by , but the moment i book my tickets he is the first one to know and when i tell him THAT voice haunts me MANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN COMEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee and that excitement .. We have done some weird things during our college times some good some bad but now we sit down thinking they all bring smiles to the face.
He is such a person , he has not got a FB account, he hardly uses email, I email him but he doesn’t reply , I hope he reads this article where I want to shout at top of my voice I HATE YOU BABBAR 🙂 .. Oh man I miss him so much. If you are reading this do you remember the days my friend , Going to Patiala for Ashwani’s wedding on way back , we almost got Shot by Punjab police thinking we were some sort of Terrorists ..
Do you remember the uphill trips, the going up by the back route , the fountain …
Do you remember the camps NCC lucknow, Patiala, Ludhiana, The clearing of the PABT written test in hisar .. The SSB interviews at various places .. especially the one in Dehradun 🙂 that was hilarious we had fun brother .. Still cant understand how we could not get through.. the ones who everyone said should get into army. How the Sikh guy who refused to go inside a Temple because it was a HINDU temple got selected.. and how another one who hated muslims got through.
But I guess we are better off now, Had we got through I am sure we would both be Dead by now, trying to get over an enemy tank to our side of the land 🙂 All that happen’s .. happens for good.
And best of all This is hilarious (if you have reached till here everyone listen to this), I got a job as a manager-instructor all in one in a computer institute which had just opened , it had no students as it was still being renovated, Babbar was un employed at that time, I would get up in morning as I headed to work his house would be on way.. I would pick him up and go to this institute to open it .. waiting for potential students to come etc.. around 11ish the Whisky shop would open and we would buy half a bottle from there ordering some samose or something from katani sweets.. Pour half each in Big steel glasses and have it .. eat the samosa’s .. THEN close the shutters down of the institute.. and head for Punjab University for a GEDI he he he he By the time we reached UNI we use to be up in the seven sky ..
Each day we met , each day there was some funny thing that happened If I start to write all of them It will turn out to be a book.. I long to get back to maybe repeat a few of these events..
The going to weddings, we had a pact that anyone who had a wedding in family, all friends will goto that wedding.. one I remember is a party I got an invite to , it was a very private. I had not clue about, as was promised all of us reached .. it so happened that in that party there were more of us then the actual invitees.. it was embarrassing but WHO CARES we had fun ate stomach full and drinks too 🙂
The late night Pinjore garden trips, The various arguments over girls.
The trekking expeditions, getting lost in jungle, almost getting one of our big huge friend killed ..
The sundays of Playing cards, the whole days spent on a RS. 10. BET it was war, me and him always the partner winning losing.
Another Hilarious episode was Three of us on Two scooters, Babbar & vikram on one and me alone of another one.. It was Babbar’s Elder brothers scooter.. we are going nicely , a roundabout came.. I went straight shouting come this way , come this way .. Babbar went left looking at me shouting no no this way .. They failed to see the curb on the road and BAM.. both of them on the Road.. Poor Scooter.. the tension was not of the bruises again it was how to get the Scooter sorted before big brother found out.. We had a mechanic who did all this jobs for us he he he he ..
I was doing some classes for something, One of our mates JOHAR came from hisar to meet , he and Babbar came to where I was .. I sneaked out .. now again Babbar & johar on one scooter , me on another we are going .. me following them and Mr. Babbar suddenly decided to turn Right .. BAM I went into them and they both went flying.. Again forget the bruises the scooter needs to be checked ..
The festival celebrations, the arguments whose house we would end of celebrating .. The first EVER dance party organised .. Was by him in his house on the roof .. so many girls came, luckily I was invited to it too..
The Holi times, we would all get together and make sure we went to EVERY girls house we knew, the look on their faces was PRICELESS.. the OH look boys have come to this girls house..
A couple of weddings we got done of the Lovers , whose parents would not agree..
Some things in life one can never forget.. I have had such a beautiful life that I just long to od it all over again , wish there was a roll back switch to do it .. I would not want to do anything ever differently. All that happened when it happened AS it happened I would love to repeat it all over again ..
Those were the good old days .. and Then LIFE Happened and we all separated ..
Hi Everyone.. Its been two years writing stuff on this space.. It started as a constant pestering from someone , why i write in a diary , why not make a blog, So one fine day I opened an account to start with it … 16th october 2009 … and from then on it has been a roller coaster ride The very post i wrote was Life is all about ass
In these last two years I have had a lot of experience, Been called good-bad and Ugly,
The most recent being I have been manipulative and I write to Sulk and beckon public sympathy and how I rant once every month on this blog about my relations.. Its been a complete roller coaster …
I have also been called a Traitor and a few have written on their blogs about me , sadly they did not have the guts to take my name in spite of asking them a few times to come out in the open, I try my best that if I have a qualm with someone I tell them quiet openly..
But this is a Happy Post and a happy day , where I want to take the opportunity to Thank that lovely person who introduced me to blogging.
There are so many beautiful people out there who have been coming over to this blog every time I write something. I have so many people to thank and wish all the best in their Life. God bless you all..
Over years I have made some very good friends Even if we have not met , or chatted maybe talked once or twice over the years, But It does seem that I know them very well reading there articles. I have some favourites too, and for some I am favourite.. Let me please Take this opportunity to say THANK YOU to everyone who clicks on the link knowingly or unknowingly .. Thank you for all the comments, a lot of you know and I have been blamed with that too, That I am comment hungry.. OH YES no denying that I love the comments coming , But If I have forced you to come then please I am sorry.
Some of you have stood by me in my personal problem times and Good times .. Some of you hate me , some love me .. What I have found is its true things change.. Change in Inevitable , Some have just brushed past, Some who stood by me THEN have turned their back now… hence my writing that it has been a roller coaster ride.
Thank you for all the emails you have sent, The phone calls and Sms Messages.
So this post is dedicated to All the people who read what I write. The ones who are younger than me let me say I love you all , All who are elder to me I respect you all.
Over the time I am sure I have offended a lot of you out there Let me take this opportunity to say Sorry to anyone and everyone who I let down for any reason..
I am sorry
Please let By gones be By-gones and let’s be friends again, life is too short to hold grudges of any kind. I am sorry VERY SORRY.
Chaman main ikhtilat rangon boo se baat banti hai hum hi hum hain to kya hum hain tumhi tum ho to kya tum ho
I would like to Extend my hand of friendship to all those who are there.. God bless you all, have a good day and Thanks for reading this.
Nostalgic time , I am a very emotional person and since living in uk for so long I thought i would not get this emotional over a issue of being HOMESICK.. but today of all the days it was one of those days ..
I got up as usual 6am went around doing what i do everyday reached work around 9, the usual good mornings, gossip and all booted my machine and after replying to the work emails, getting the coffee sat down to read a blog.. That made me a bit teary..
I then went to my gmail to check my email, I had a link to a song , I rarely listen to songs at work, dont know why or what made me click the link and after the first 2 or 3 lines on the songs the waterworks started, my collegue was looking at me astonished whats happened a grown man with waterworks.. IT was one of those things where i was not crying but eyes were flooded, i could not stop .. the song went on and i cried …
I am sure you all are wondering what a horrible song it might have been, but beleive me if you listen to it you all will know what i mean..
Reminding me of my friends back home and around the world.. Anup, Babbar,cherry, ravi, vikram, ajay, ashwani ,Handle (bhupi), sandy, chander, Balli, gagan, .. that was a different time when we were in college .. nothing to worry about, having the fun of our lives studying in college well that was the idea to go and study rather it was fun time , no worry about the world, not afraid of anything or anyone what all we did in those days …
I remember the famous dialogue of Rang de basanti movie that
Inside the gates of college We made life dance on our fingertips and on the other side of the college life has made us ,
and it is making us dance to its tunes .. and we are just dancing no matter what we do just cant stop.. all those big dreams We will do this , the time when 100 stood in front and we are just 10 the ability to say COME ON.. seems to be slowly going away Get tired so soon of the daily problems and tensions in life…
I so want to go back home GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
Jsut a few minutes ago one of my friends Vikram came online this is the conversation i had with him
Bik: OYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YYYYAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Vikram: yes dear
Vikram: paaajiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
Bik: yaar good man
Bik: aj bahut yaad aa rahi si
Bik: yaraaaan di
Bik: and u came
Bik: niceeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Vikram: I know…same here
Vikram: gana suneya …
Bik: yessssssssss
Bik: chal riha hai
Bik: on a looop
Vikram: Yaar anmulee
Vikram: Asi China ja ke log tang karte..gana baja baja ke
Bik: yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Bik: ey shabaaasheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Vikram: Great song..bahat changa hai
Bik: yes
Vikram: Cheery was just here
Vikram: we were away for coffee
Vikram: just back
Bik: yaar main aa jana india
Vikram: AAAA jaa na
Vikram: Hun tan Babbar vi aa geya chd
Vikram: BALEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Vikram: Tun aa jaaa yaaaar
cud not post all of it got a bit out of hand later… sometimes i feel why am i so , i mean you know ah well i guess thats who i am good or bad THIS IS ME 🙂
I wish and pray for all you reading may you never have to live away from friends and make new ones, stay away from the rooots .. its hard very hard .. all these thoughts keep coming to the mind how we celbrated lohri.. the fights and arguments to whose place to celebrate.. on holi which girls house to go to, and embarasse them… The things we got up to.. THOSE were the days
The Gedi’s in front of the Girls college, the planning to go how to Patao a girl.. nothing use to work 😦
The canteen being the best place the whole day, the samose , the drinking of tea cup after cup… Cholle Puri 🙂 yummmy , the constant bickering of the canteen wala asking for money of all that was eaten …
That reminds me i had started writing about my friends how we met and what we did , I should continue to do so .. Why do we have to be so far away .. why cant we always stay together ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Bade chete aunde ne yaar Anmulle
Hava de Bulle
Si maujaan karde Collegi Pad-de
Oh duniya vakhri si …
Click on the song and if you know punjabi you will enjoyyyy but even if you dont you will understand 🙂
Just want to say I love you all my friends and thanks for always being there .. and to all the new friends I have made here Online , Blogosphere. God bless you all
Dosta Tun hain bahut hi ajeeb Dosta eh Dosti rishta hai bahut hi ajeeb (Friend you are strange, Friendship is a relation which is quiet strange)
Khad-jana mere modhe nal modha Jod Bina mere hungara bhariya Dosta tun hain bahut hi ajeeb (You stand by me shoulder to shoulder , without asking Friend you are strange)
Mere te kita waar laina hai tu apne wal Mod Bina mere naal kitiyan salah Dosta tun hain bahut hi ajeeb (You change the direction of any attack on me towards Yourself, without discussing with me .. Friend you are strange)
Muh modan lagiyan KYUN nahin si tun khyal kita Bina tera ton kaun banoo mera YAAR Dosta tun hain bahut hi ajeeb (When you turned your face from me , WHY did you not think then Without you who will be my friend Friend you are strange)
Inna v kyun karda hai gussa Badalan to pehlan das taan dena si YAAR Dosta tun hain bahut hi ajeeb (Why are you so angry, Before changing yourself you should have at least TOLD ME Friend you are strange) Dostaan bina ki zindagi , Gham ghat jaande Tainu vekhke.. Gham de ke , Muh mod ke kithe hain YAAR Dosta tun hain bahut hi ajeeb (No life without friends Pain goes away seeing you You have given me PAIN now, turned your face Where are you … Friend you are Strange)
Bahaan da zor hain tun Modhe te chukan da Mainu Wada se tera YAAR Dosta tun hain bahut hi ajeeb (You are the strength of my arms You had promised to pick me on your shoulders when the time comes Friend you are strange)
Chal Rab Rakha, Jis which teri khushi hove Use which hai meri manjoori Tun khush rahen Abaad rahen mere yaar (God bless you, and you live in hapiness thats what i want live you life fully God bless you )
Gurdas Mann a famous punjabi singer says
Yarri Wich Nafe Nuksan Nahio Vekhide Manzila De Samne Tuffan Nahio Vekhide Yaaran De Gunnaha Da Hisaab Nahio Jorrida Apne Pyarriya Da Dil Nahio Todi da …
( We should not see any profit/loss in friendship In front of destination dont see the storms Shud not keep a record of friends GUNAH/ JURM Should never break the heart of your friends)
Saw at a Friends Profile :-
Wishwas ban k log zindgi me aate hain……. wo khwab banke aankhon main samaa jaate hain……. wo pahle to yakin dilaate hain ki wo hamaare hain……… fir na jaane kyun tanha bana jate hain…………. (thanks to Dinesh Sahib for such lovely lines )
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Me and My Random Thoughts 