confession to my frnds...................

A Keeping a friendship together is a lot of hard work. It's especially taxing after an argument or a conflict. Make sure you guys cool down and talk about it calmly. Getting others involved can complicate matters too – so don't. as says, “a meangful silence iz always better than meangless wrds”

Sometimes friendships can extend beyond this realm into another world. Do you believe in angels? At times I do believe that there are beings sent from heaven to watch over us. It makes me feel more secure. Instead of those epic stories, I believe that angels whisper in our ears or stop us from crossing the road when danger is ahead,yeah I found Angel Friends

Of course there are earthly human beings that act like angels too. Some of my friends are like that and I'm very fortunate to have them. They are those friends that you can call up 3am in the morning because you're feeling lonely or depressed. They are those friends who will always be there no matter the situation, the weather, or who you are as a person, they are those who holds my hand against d crowd 2 save me n sayng, “tu tension mat le apne sambhallenge sb” they are those who taps my back wen am wrong n says, “I knew it aese ghaple sirf tu hi kar sakta h” they r those who does everythng to me n refuses to tk thnx n says, “ab ye formlty ka natak maat kar”they r those who mk u smile & stop ur tears & himslf starts cryng, “ankh me bhi abhi kachra jana tha bas ab tu ye band kar apna ye radio”.

Bt today I donn hv those three carrng frnds wid me, bcoz of my narrow minded thnkng n d only desire to hv all d frnds only wid me evry tme netme weather I need them or nt,bt I wannna every of dem wid me evry tme,dis ws d only mstk I hv dne to dem…..

I' had a lot of friends throughout my life but every time I had friends or was friends with someone they'll always say "you don't value ur frnds" to me... and it hurt and I'd always wonder... I spend all my time hanging out with this persons and they turn around some day and say 'I don't value my friends' in a passive context or condescending matter. I probably lost 3 friends throughout my life because of my own fault, I Alwaz Loose  coz i alwaz ran 4 makng frnds ,while dey always  RAn 4 frndshp.!!!!! i ws always  in a habbit of thnkng dat ki “my frnds r nt gvng dere attention to me or dey r nt wanna live wid me, 4 dis I evolved a nw habbit to my charctr ohhhhhhhh wt m sayng I donnn wanna say dis bcoz  I knw dat aftr writing dis all f my frnds wll cme to knw bout me, bt it dossnt mattr to me coz I hd lossen my best frnds for dis habbit nw m gong to share dis wid all of u, as I said in d 4th para  dat I ws in a gr8 habbit, for fulfillng my desires I hv dne several gimmik thngs, bt before sayng dis thngs I mst say ki yeh sab padhne k baad koi b banda/bandi mere pe nhi hasega/hasegi, okie nw m gong to share dis.

For mkng their attention to me I always say fake thngs to dem (sorry indu,himansu,vedansh for dis) as like ki we hv lots of property here n dere n wagerah wagerah I donn wanna share dis thngs more coz dey all knw dis thngs well bt dey nevvr mk me report of dis thngs, I thnk evry person says dis n dis iz nt a wrng thng coz I donn wanna do bad of dem I jst only wanna dem to be wid me,bt I ws wrng bt I realize it today dat it ws wrng,bt mera koi kharab intnsion nhi tha,also at dat tme my luck ws nt wid me,mai jo b acha kaam karne jata tha newton k 3rd law ki tarah dey cmes to me wid d consequences,bt 1 thng i mst say I hd said several false,fake n wrng thngs to dem coz I donn wanna loosse dem d problm wid me ws dat ki I ws always in afraid if dey leave me,

apne dost ya apne bhai-behen ya fr apne paa-maa se log jhut tabhi bolteyn h jab who unka respct karten hen d prson lvs dem a lot n donn wanna loose dem,so I did dat bt lattr I knw dat all dis ws wrng, agar aap kisi se pyaar karte ho respect kartey ho dat dosnt means ki aap usse kisi b chij k liye jhut bolo, u should create bharosa in dem.

Bt who keheten h na jab nassib hi saath na de toh kya karega chottuuu…….

Also those days ws d wrost part of my life everthng ws gong wrng evry min ws cmnng wid a nw consequences,nd my mind ws divrted in sme diffrnt thngs so I nvr go to my frnds to say sorry for my thngs I hv dne to dem,n today its gong to be d 3rd yr, n I hv never talk dem till nw,n I knew its too lte to say sorry 4 my task I hd committed three years yearlier, I know sometimes it's really hard to say that you've made a mistake but there's no reason to say otherwise either, right? Plus you'd know it in your heart that saying 'sorry' would make a difference. It's that little word that really matters in the end. Bt nw I missed dat chane too,n I also knew it dat d life of us hd been changed we r nt d sme as we r 3 yrs yearlier,maybe they meant I wasn't being socialable nw am nt  trying to make new friends but my friendships always dissolved this way or in some other displeasing way. 

Maybe it was because I got into stouts of despondency... but I don't know...

But it's something I'm really self-conscious of now.

I think I have a fear of approaching people and being criticized for not valueng friends….

I donno weather dey r gong to forgive me or nt or weather dey r gong to read dis or nt bt one day dey wll be again my frnds n we wll hangout n njoy togetthr,also I gt punishment for my tasks dta iz dere “avoidance”

I know I’m being selfish and insecure and even thoughtless, but I hope you’ll understand and forgive me…

try to undrstnd me dude..!!

urs lovely                                                                       

trivedi 

Really heart touching.........

I was walking around in a Big Bazar store making shopping, when I saw
a Cashier talking to a boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years
old..

TheCashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy
this doll. Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ''Uncle, are
you sure I don't have enough money?''

I counted his cash and replied: ''You know that you don't have enough
money to buy the doll, my dear.'' The little boy was still holding the
doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give
this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so
much . I wanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY.


I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my
sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this.
'My Sister has gone to be with God.. Daddy says that Mommy is going to
see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with
her to give it to my sister...''

My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I
told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I
come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of him
where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my
picture with her so my sister won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I
wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go
to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with
sad eyes, very quietly..

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check
again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to
his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough
for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'


Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to
sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so
that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted
to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't
dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll
and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.'


I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I
started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I
remembered a local

news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a
truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The
little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical
state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the
life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to
recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news
paper that the young woman had passed away.. I couldn't stop myself as
I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where
the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make
last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a
beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and
the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling
that my life had been changed for ever...

The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is
still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a
drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Please DO NOT DRINK & DRIVE.