tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306828654496541242024-03-13T12:50:31.775-07:00Ramblings from a teen-age diaryRamblings, wonder, expressions, words, prose, memories, stories from the heart, this is what my blog consists of, I speak from the heart and want to share with the world some of the words that go on to form something people would be interested in reading!Shwetal Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08642155102041135553noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630682865449654124.post-22717164295003386572014-01-18T15:26:00.002-08:002014-01-18T15:26:46.995-08:00The Journey Continues.....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
When times get tough,
And things seem rough,
When wanting to smile seems like a task,
Your true feelings lie behind a mask,
Imaginging building things all along
Reaching new highs even with all thats wrong,
Realigning your thoughts cos those were but imaginations,
Maligning all hopes, playing with your determinations
Tyin' the strings together,
Gluin' the broken pieces (forever?)
Being driven in reverse gear,
Taking the back seat cos you fear!
Standing tall, making your conscience clear,
Life does not all of a sudden seem very dear!
every call being unanswered,
With Every fall being encountered,
Deterred to stand up, only to be pushed back not having a chance to land up.....
It all seems to be a cruel joke,
When in your face destiny pokes,
Your overflowing tears make you choke
When no one is around to give you a nice lil stoke 'it'll be alright' wanting to hear,
It all looks unbright even though the tunnel is near!
It does not get better even with rose tinted glasses,
Afterall life's a race that you need to sprint!
Win or lose, its all pre-written,
The bad times come hard hittin,
But its only one life you live,
What have you got to give?
Grow a flower, stand under the shower, watch the birds fly with your grand mother, they never said life was going to be a fair deal,
In the end that's what's real....
This poem may seem left incomplete, but the ending is left for you to imagine what you understand from this and make your own art with your imagination.
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Shwetal Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08642155102041135553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630682865449654124.post-68261097701784011412013-09-13T04:27:00.002-07:002013-09-13T04:27:21.879-07:00People Always Leave......<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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No matter how many promises one makes of staying with you
forever, they leave. People move, go on to do great things, achieve great
things wishing they were beside you when they achieved those, but they don’t’
come back.</div>
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We all belong here to complete the tasks we were sent here
to do and in this infinity meet people along the way- their purpose in itself
is to act as catalysts, some who help us in finishing those tasks, some who
stops us from achieving the tasks and some who we can share the journey with
before reaching the destination. But in the end they all leave, even though we
wish that the relationships we form along the way could be infinite, there’s always
space for someone else, and people always leave.</div>
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Sometimes filling the empty void becomes easy while most
times it remains what it is an empty void- a deep dark empty tunnel winding
down in our hearts, the keys to which rust as time passes by and even though
the tunnel remains vacant enough for someone else we seldom make efforts to let
“others” in, hoping those who left will come back one day and the empty dark
tunnel will be lit up, but hey people never return.</div>
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They never will, once
you leave there’s no looking back,
there’s no waiting around, the earth revolves and the sun and the moon shine
bright, giving each day a tiny glimmer of hope that tomorrow will be better and
they will stay with us, but people
always leave.</div>
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When times get tough and we look to our side waiting for
that hand to hold us while we’re vulnerable only to realise that the promise
made to be in each others’ forever was well just a few spoken words cause that
person left never to hold us again, though they always will in spirit.</div>
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So what’s the one thing you would do or say to the one
leavin? Goodbyes the worst thing we go through no matter how strong we know we
are, and no matter how much we would like to stay we all eventually need to
leave.</div>
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<span style="color: #5c5c5c; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">“So as I see you walk away<br />
there’s only one final thing I’d like to say….<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #5c5c5c; font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN;">“stay”, stay we will run away,<br />
stay we will fool destiny away,<br />
stay we have unfinished conversations,<br />
stay cos’ I long for affiliation,<br />
All I ask for is you to stay!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">People are always
meant to leave.....<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">PS- Dedicated to all my friends, who I am leaving behing, I will miss you.</span></div>
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Shwetal Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08642155102041135553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630682865449654124.post-26909173291069625212013-07-21T05:23:00.004-07:002013-07-21T05:23:51.970-07:00Cry Me a River<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Of all the things we are made of,<br />
of all the things we want to be…<o:p></o:p></div>
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Don’t cry,<br />
cause you didn’t make it,<br />
and even with your head held high you couldn’t take it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Don’t cry,<br />
cause you were the last one who knew,<br />
and it made you feel like a chance you blew.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Don’t cry,<br />
cause you were not strong enough, not capable enough,<br />
and you were not the chosen one.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Don’t cry,<br />
cause the audience left before the curtains could be drawn,<br />
remember there is always an early dawn.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Don’t cry,<br />
cause you couldn’t get up, couldn’t fight for what was yours<br />
many a great people became men with battles lost.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Cry,<br />
cause you are too strong to hold it back in,<br />
cause sometimes speaking your mind seems way too harsh,</div>
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Cry,</div>
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cause you found a shoulder and now you can cry some more and open up,<br />
cause it’s a part of the struggle, a part of life,<br />
cause it’s the greatest leveller of all humankind.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Cry,<br />
cause that was the first thing you ever learned and entered the world doing,<br />
cause the mighty skies also growl.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Cry,<br />
cause you have made it big, cause you have fulfilled your dreams,<br />
and cry some more when you have found someone to live it with….<o:p></o:p></div>
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Cry,<br />
cause you will get a better perspective in life after the tears have worked
their magic,<br />
cause your heart will be light after the emotions lose all the tragic…<o:p></o:p></div>
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Shwetal Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08642155102041135553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630682865449654124.post-3688749532800819322013-07-04T03:36:00.001-07:002013-07-04T03:36:42.298-07:00When you’re down!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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When the world around you seems merry<br />
when everything you want, seems to be on an uphill clearly<o:p></o:p></div>
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When you’re down, nothing seems to work out,<br />
when the end of the tunnel seems too far along,<o:p></o:p></div>
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When the cross roads lead you to one dead end,<br />
when the keys seem to only lock the door and when rains don’t stop to pour,<o:p></o:p></div>
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The clock winds without repair, and the world goes round
without a care,<br />
when happiness you’re unable to trace, life only seems to be of despair!<o:p></o:p></div>
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When the slightest fall looks like a big push,<br />
and nothing seems to work for the good,<o:p></o:p></div>
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When you’re down and the miles seem to grow,<br />
when you’re burned out and the solution seems to be the problem,<o:p></o:p></div>
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With every stair that you climb and no floor insight,<br />
with every page you turn the story seldom unfurls!<o:p></o:p></div>
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When you’re down and out and believe is something you’d
rather not,<br />
a glimmer of hope that once tinkered now completely lost in its direction
towards you,<o:p></o:p></div>
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when the music fades into noise and when things don’t seem to look up,<br />
“this too shall pass” is what they say, but they fail to wear your shoes and
with each passing moment hope you lose!<o:p></o:p></div>
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And when the dawn breaks and with it new hope awakes is when
you’re up and about and the adventure begins again!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Shwetal Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08642155102041135553noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630682865449654124.post-19046879248182021542013-06-02T00:27:00.004-07:002013-06-02T00:27:51.295-07:00Stay?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A deep sense of regret<br />
the feeling I would never forget<o:p></o:p></div>
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In the times spent<br />
and the times wanting to spend<o:p></o:p></div>
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the dark alleys of emotion light up<br />
as I prepare my heart with caution<o:p></o:p></div>
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the spark that tinkers in the depth of the heart<br />
the rush of emotions that erupts when we part<o:p></o:p></div>
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the harsh realities that seem to overtake the saga of life<br />
when in the end all we do is strive!<o:p></o:p></div>
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This day seems to be a cruel joke<br />
for this is how a fair deal broke<o:p></o:p></div>
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As we took those steps together<br />
destined we were to move away further<o:p></o:p></div>
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Although life has handed us a fair deal<br />
your time is all I would want to steal<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tomorrow seems too far away<br />
today counts as time wasted anyway<o:p></o:p></div>
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So as I see you walk away<br />
there’s only one final thing I’d like to say….<o:p></o:p></div>
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“stay”, stay we will run away,<br />
stay we will fool destiny away,<br />
stay we have unfinished conversations,<br />
stay cos’ I long for affiliation,<br />
All I ask for is you to stay!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Shwetal Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08642155102041135553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630682865449654124.post-27472545074329706452013-05-23T02:07:00.000-07:002013-05-23T02:07:22.186-07:00The Winds of Bergen<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> A small town nestled in the hills of Bergen,
all curvy roads lead to the small lake in the heart of this paradise and it’s
here that love blossoms and grows into a beautiful flower with a long stem full
of thorns- a characteristic common in all love stories, each flower unique with
different fragrances that inspire other flowers and give motivation to blossom,
to stand the test of times and to kiss the sky.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> These sun kissed flowers envelope the
harshest terrains and add colours to your life, one such flower was sown by
Eirik-his is a love story straight out of a Nicholas Sparks novel.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> Eirik was 5 years old when his father
who was in the air-force and was posted in this quaint little paradise, he had
seen almost all of Norway, and each place would capture his heart with unique
diversity but there was something about this town that was extra-ordinary and
his life was about to change for better or for worse. Having all the privileges
of a good life style, love , great environment , there was one thing that was
lacking –other humans his age, friendship-something he </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;">didn't</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> know existed,
thanks to his homeschooling and his mother’s over protective nature that
sometimes translated into over empowering, never really giving him a chance to
explore the real world on his own terms but to believe everything she told him
including what he saw on T.V to what he read in the news papers, his world was
like that of Jim Carrey from the film ‘The Truman Show’, but it was only her
love, the fact that she wanted him to enjoy only the good things in life and
not be made fun of, due to the polio he suffered from, she was reluctant to put
him in school due to the fact that a school is a place where young boys are always on the run pulling pranks, he </span><span style="line-height: 20px;">wouldn't</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> fit in, he will always be the last one and that would isolate him , he
was a gifted boy, he used to practice music to keep himself busy and music’s
what gave him inner peace but this was all about to change, magical things were
going to happen.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> He was in Bergen, where the clouds and
the sun play hide and seek, the mist covers the beautiful greens dotted along
the rockies that lead to the most peaceful waters, it is here that he would
spend all his evenings taking inspiration from the surroundings and dedicating
verses to his muse, one day he saw the reflection of what was possibly a girl
as if extending a hand of friendship to him, the nearer he went the winds seem
to have taken her away from him, not paying much attention he continued
admiring the sun set and captured the vivid colours of twilight in his heart
and with a deep breadth went back home. This became a routine until one day
when he followed her shadow into the forest that led to a light house, a whole
new world of amazement stood before him, there she was smiling, inviting him
in, ‘I’m Aria’, not having dealt with people before he didn’t know how to
react, so he went back hurriedly, pondered over it the whole night, went to his
mother to seek advice but was put down and not allowed to go to the lake for a
week.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> But soon a week passed by, he was
getting anxious and couldn’t wait to go to his favourite and the only place
outside he was allowed, also hoping somewhere deep down ‘she’ will be waiting,
he waited for quiet some time but no shadows, he decided to follow the path and
go to the light house instead, he could see a dim light piercing through the
small opening and falling on his feet, little beeds of sweat trickled down his
face as he took the steps and he could hear slight sounds emitting from inside,
and there he saw what he had never seen in 15 years of his life a group of
girls and boys all his age, a dash of silence took over the tiny, now defunct
light house and there was Aria with her friends who went to the same and the
only school in the town and would come here often to practice for the inter-
state school band event that would bring the winning school a cool 10K and
scholarship to train in music, their only
chance of making it big and going to
Bergen to be stars, which they already were in their school but the town
didn’t take them seriously if they knew they were practicing for this ‘western
culture’ they would have to deal with serious consequences and so they went
underground and would practice here, her friends were reluctant of him they
didn’t get along well, dealing with so many people all at once was a big deal
for him too, 6 months had passed since then they were all friends, along side
was love brewing between Eirik and Aria call it teen-age hormones but it was a small bud blossoming into a big
flower, it was only 1 week before the ultimate face-off but as destiny or the
winds of this town would have it the lead singer fell ill, their only hope was Eirik,
he’d join in the jam sessions since music was what gave him inner peace and
decided to make him their lead, but it wasn’t as easy as replacing a cherry
with a straw berry on a cake, they would have to deal with his mother, he would
have to deal with people in general, the town’s wrath and the fear of them
being right gave them the cold feet, but Aria went to her principal who was
very supportive and the one to enrol them for the competition, but the 1</span></span><sup style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">st</sup><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">
rule was that kids had to be of the same school, they had the biggest task
before them to convince Eirik’s mother to enrol him in the school, the
principal was willing to consider this special case knowing that he was a
gifted boy, God knew no way to control her anger when she came to know what had
been happening behind her back and confined Eirik to his room forever, she
could not fathom sharing her boy’s love and attention with others, the town
celebrated the school’s and the young ones loss and dashed all their dreams. During holidays , Eirik and his mother shifted to the neighbouring town , Aria
meanwhile started preparing for her university entrances and applied to many
foreign universities, they had kept in touch all this while via mail and
exchanged love notes just like the olden days, she got her acceptance letter
from London School of Arts and he was dealing with the loss of his mother, all
alone out there not having an iota of knowledge he took to music and started
teaching at the local primary school for a while.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> It’s been four years, Aria is an Arts
historian Major and Eirik is a music composer at the fim industry, they both
decide to take this a step further, and decide to meet at the same place, he
goes two days before her, and prepares a sumptuous meal, designs an itinerary
for her, it’s a changed town now, with a
cafe that holds concerts and amateur music events, the wind is still the same,
this rose tinted town is now more of a fuscia coloured cultural hub, with
neighbouring town people coming here to celebrate the music fest held every
year on the 10</span></span><sup style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;">th</sup><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> of Jan the very same day 6 years back where there
would’ve been the ultimate face-off and the man behind this is none other than Aria’s
principal who resisted the back lash of people and made this happen.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> The day was here, he had asked her to
meet him at the light house directly, the weather that day wasn’t good and
people were asked to stay home fearing a cyclone and heavy showers , but he was
way too eager to pop the question and couldn’t wait, he saw her coming near
from the peep hole just as he was preparing to get down on his knees, one of
the hinges of the tree house he’d built next to the light house where they’d
have dinner later gave away and due to heavy rainfalls the previous night the
soil was wet and she slipped and the pillar knocked her unconscious on the
floor, he came running down she had a huge smile on her face happy to see him,
and there she lay in his arms and her last words ‘few are lucky to go to
heaven, I found mine in your arms I can peacefully go now, see you up there,
I’ll be waiting and watching over you, see that shinning star? Well that’s me, won’t leave you that easily and I lov.....’ before she could complete the winds
took her away, and this love story never really had a happily ever after, not
many are lucky to have the one’s they love with all their heart by their
side at all times, but the winds of Bergen still take Eirik back to that
place, it’s been 40 years since that night, and Aria was and still is the only
one for him and he keeps going back to that place every night, like they say
some flowers never die.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"> Some love stories never have an ending
and as the saying goes in this town Bergen happens to receive the most rains
throughout the year because it’s these incomplete lovers who dance till it
rains up there and the winds of Bergen have a magical aura and something one
has to experience to feel it, certain things cannot be described due to the
sheer magic that leaves you speechless. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">
This town has a magic pot filled with many such Eirik’s and Aria’s love that
captures ones heart as soon as they enter the town, it’s small towns like these
that have all the essence of love, magic, excitement and passion that the world
only read in fairy tales.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Shwetal Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08642155102041135553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630682865449654124.post-37565834441343670502013-05-12T23:10:00.001-07:002013-05-12T23:10:26.557-07:00A letter from Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Life as we know it, is the single most priceless gift anyone could receive or give. in life there comes a time when you question your very existence, what is the sole purpose of you being here?- the one question many a great saints have been seeking the answer to. While some go on to achieve nirvana others fall short of just one final piece of the puzzle. Of stardust and wanderlust, infinity and gravity, deepest oceans to highest peaks enlightened by the sun, illuminated by the moon forms your life. Your unique identity, it is what you make of it that takes you to that place you were longing to go to. It is in this race of going ahead with the past memories that we start disvaluing the present life itself . Your life is now, living in the past with thinking only of the future is the greatest sin in the highest courts of justice, serving sentence by not living your life is what eventually everyone ends up with. The glint in your eyes to the grin on your face, life has covered a vaSt distance of this geographical escapade. Away far away in the deepest of thoughts I ask, why won’t you let me serve you my master? Your wish, my command, make something happen, something worthwhile, something legends will talk about? Down in the alley of your mind you ask ‘life, what have you done to me? What have you come to? This hand was never served to me in the gamble of life when you chose the road always taken. Few lives go down the beaten road, to live with satisfaction till the gates of heaven embrace those lives. And yet we live the un-chosen lives, what others unwise have advised- ‘why take risk when you only have one life with so much to strive? Jive to the unknown risks, life is but a walk so brisk, up and above, down and below find your life’s calling for it is always waiting-no hold, no engaged- lo and behold it is here your life is while you went in search of it. It is the shadow that leaves you in the dark, it is life you hold on to for that little spark. Preaching about me to someone while breaching my trust, though the contract never stated any clauses on this, but impeachment you shall face. I gave you everything while asking for 1 thing “live me”, how far have you lived up to this while pursuing all vanity? If finding my purpose was that easy I probably wouldn’t have been such a mystery, having lived till 21st century who would tell these souls?-but I was always holding their hands. Being taken away from someone has never been joyous but it is only then that they remove the blindfolds and truly see my meaning. It is I who has been your constant love, your unsuspecting companion, that you never really valued, but we shall meet soon, probably for better or for worse, hoping you would know me, live me.</div>
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Your life.</div>
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Shwetal Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08642155102041135553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630682865449654124.post-32470722979454121352013-05-01T02:07:00.000-07:002013-05-01T02:07:13.779-07:00A Glimpse of his Silhouette<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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And there it was, a glimpse of his silhouette….just as I put
my iron down looking at the chirping birds outside who brought him back to me!<br />
Though only for a minute, it felt like a lifetime of happiness, it felt like a
void being filled. It feels like yesterday when we went to the boat house and
sat by the calm lake for hours staring into the twilight of the sky, watching
the world go by!<br />
From all the letters exchanged to all the sleepless nights endured, we couldn’t
wait to share our stories with the world. He was a travel journalist and would
always discover Panama to Peru and would take me on his amazing journeys with
his beautiful narration.<br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Going by the lake and describing his
travels to me while I would pen down the words based on the picture painted by
his words, he was born blind and was part of a program for the differently
abled run by “The Society” a well-established national daily, and I being the
associate editor was assigned the task of this quarterly column, of course his
travels would be different from the rest of us, which was the purpose of this
column, to offer our readers the world in a different view, to experience the
world in a different way, the world seemed larger than life it seemed to be the
beautiful oasis inhabited by beautiful people.<br />
It was a once in a life time opportunity for me to chronicle his travels and
put it out there for everyone to “see” from their mind, be open to a different
take on life, he discovered Egypt as the land built by the mighty, nestled and
protected by the Gods of love and war.<br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We saw Bhutan as the land far far away
built by the flora and fauna and the sweet scent of pine. <br />
We saw no colour, experience the language of humanity, savoured the delicacies
of love. We discovered the streets of china by crispy tickling fare to the
streets of India by the sweet and spicy fare. We felt the culture of politeness
and humility of humbleness and civility.<br />
At first we were vary of people not taking to such posts, but slowly we got a lot
of people from across the world requesting to cover their land, rediscovering
their land, people started hosting him and entertaining him.<br />
This led to him travelling almost 6 months a year and discovering many many
lands. He was the new Columbus, one day when he was travelling to one such land
(I also did not know what places he went to, the editors made all the
arrangements and since I was chronicling his travails, they did not want me to
know about his whereabouts to keep the posts as authentic as possible, and I
would know about the place only after he narrated his experience and the name
would be revealed in the end.) he was reportedly gunned down in a local mafia
gang war.<br />
After being on medication for over 24 hours and with no progress his life gave
in. There was a lot of anger in his fans when they were told what had
transpired, his own world betrayed him, his own mankind betrayed him, the last
few hours had been the toughest for him to see that the world was no longer
that beautiful, that humanity had defeated him!<br />
His travelogues were discontinued, while it took a while for me to get back to
my daily routine and concentrate on<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>my
other columns, and from the acceptance of the fact that the person I was slowly
falling for won’t be there anymore to make me believe that there is beauty in
the world!<br />
I revisited those posts and tried to get in touch with all those who hosted him
and wishing to see for myself the beauty I imagined in my mind and for others
to read, slowly they all got in touch and agreed on hosting me, they took me to
all the places he went to, all people he met and in the end each handed me a
letter! A letter he had narrated to the hosts to give it to me, if in case he
doesn’t make it back and I get in touch with the host!<br />
I felt scared as much as excited and a deep sense of closure to have found
something of him I can have with me for the rest of my life!<br />
I however stacked them in a box, and decided to open them only when I undertake
all my journeys. I visited India, China, Peru, Russia, Mexico, Egypt and lastly
Cambodia. When I returned I started blogging of all the conversations and
stories the hosts and he shared, and took the readers on an intimate journey of
the confluence of different cultures. His fans started writing in saying how
much they missed him, and yearned to experience the world differently.<br />
I decided to open the letters one by one discovering how much he loved me, he
saw the beauty in me the way he saw it in other people, the true inner beauty,
he feared confessing this to me, thinking how could I fall for a person who is
not perfect, while he saw the beauty in others all he saw in himself were the
flaws which I saw as true gifts!<br />
And just when I broke down, hating myself for not telling him how he made me
fall for him each time he spoke! Maybe it was too late but I have the letters
to hold onto, the letters where he asked every host to sign off with a dove,
the symbol of pure love, and as I finished ironing out those letters and kept
the iron down I saw a glimpse of his silhouette!<br />
I continue to travel and discover new places as a travel journalist and
chronicle the travelogue with a short documentary on all the places that I
visit!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Shwetal Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08642155102041135553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630682865449654124.post-83259004208720991112013-04-02T03:48:00.002-07:002013-04-02T03:48:21.955-07:00D.R.E.A.M<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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cures and survival chances more today than there ever were, is one of the worst
diseases, it hurts even more when you know that I might not be alive tomorrow,
living with this thought everyday and if they do come out victorious they are
even more of God’s special angels, as they were bestowed with special powers to
beat death and get a second lease of life, it’s like re-birth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-IN" style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">I hope reading the heroic
memoirs of a few children here will make you feel the plight they go through,
of course no one really understands the real pain unless they or their close
ones go through it, but maybe to a certain extent after reading these
wonderful, heart wrenching tales you could feel like what it is to be God’s
special angels.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-IN" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">In one sense, these brave little
warriors have lost their battle with the cancer monster. Yet in another sense,
they have actually been granted the ultimate victory by being given angel wings</span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-IN" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">.</span></span><span lang="EN-IN" style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-IN" style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">7,000,000 people on this
planet, and these are those few chosen angels by Him, each one with his own
unique story waiting to be heard, to make their presence felt and to leave a
mark on 6,999,999 people they shared the planet with.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-IN" style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">With 7 billion people
breathing the same air as you, sometimes all you need is 1 and when that 1 is
the chosen one how would you feel? No one deserves what these children go
through , especially when you look at those cute angelic faces who have just
learnt to walk and talk and are already preparing to leave the world and all
those people’s whose hearts they touched vulnerable with the assurance of never
returning back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-IN" style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">When we all crib about those
little things in life, like not having good clothes or missing the first day
first show of a movie, hear out these stories and next time you would think 10
times before cribbing for something, for most of us life has been easy, with
toys brought even before you were born, a cycle was something you didn’t have
to ask for, new dresses on every birthday, education to make a good career on
your father’s expenses, well you’d ask isn’t every child entitled to these
‘’luxuries’’ from their parents? Yes I’d like to call these things a luxury
cause after reading the tales of those children these seem like luxuries fit
for royalty.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-IN" style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">It all happens for a reason
and only time tells why is it that out of all those hundred sperms we won the
race? We all have some or the other purpose here on this planet- it is up to
you to be the preserver or destroyer of His creations of which He chose you to
be a part of. Actions speak louder than words, your actions should speak
volumes about you after you’re gone, sometimes He is giving you chance after
chance to do good by keeping you on the other side He is asking you to come
forward and help His angels , a fair chance to get rid of your sins.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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lead to 1 revolutionary change, history has been testament to it- all it takes
is 1 man and 1 thought to change the world upside down- weather you choose the
Gandhi way or the Hitler way is up to you, but I’m sure we all are educated
enough to know which path to follow and help those who need us, they don’t want
you to feel pity for them, all they ask for is a little compassion and belief
in them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-IN" style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Yes we have big buildings,
big houses, big offices, big hospitals what we lack is a big heart- to show
compassion towards these angels, I feel privileged to have met these angels in
my lifetime- open your hearts and get rid of any unwanted hate cause when you
meet them, their love will overflow and your small heart won’t b able to
contain it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-IN" style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Want to know the true value
of life? Meet these children and in a second you’ll know there is nothing in
this world that is more worth than your life, I’m no preacher here, just an
ordinary girl who realized the importance of life after meeting these extra ordinary
people (angels), well no one has truly understood life’s worth otherwise
that’ll make us all Gautama Buddha, but maybe if you can keep aside a few hours
of your precious time aside for them and hear them out you’d get a little
closer to attaining “nirvana” on life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-IN" style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">After reading these stories
some of you might be touched shed a few tears, some might stack it up with
other books, a few would go and meet them, I hope each person who has the
chance to be a part of the lives while reading it out on the way to work or at
night goes and helps them, value your life more and well these young children
will be happy if they’ve left an impression on you and I’d be happy to have
helped a few by immortalizing them in
this book, also if you could adopt any of their wishes after reading them would
be great. After reading this book I hope one thing common that you all will
have in your bucket list is ‘’to meet one such angel’’.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-IN" style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">7 billion people and each
has a unique story to tell, these are 9 of those unique stories and 3 of mine
at the end of the book, each endearing in its own way.</span><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-IN" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-IN" style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">In
these stories you will find inspiration, courage, and warmth. In these stories
you will find frustration, struggle, and uncertainty. You will laugh, you will
cry, you will get angry -- and you will probably find yourself falling in love
with some precious children and young people from whom you will learn important
lessons about life.</span></span><span lang="EN-IN" style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-IN" style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Interviewing them was very
difficult, I could not hold back my tears but seeing their strength left me aw struck,
the sheer strength they showed, at one point I gave up as I could not look at
their plights but fighting back my tears with a fake smile while interviewing
them, only because I want the world to get inspired by them was the sole reason
I mustered the courage and in a choking voice took their interview.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-IN" style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Also the strength their
parents showed was laudable, these here are the real heroes, who in the face of
such plight smile through it all and have actually won the battle by overcoming
all this with their smile, there was not one time while interviewing them that
they didn’t smile and I wondered how are they so strong? And were all praises
for their children, they were happy that someone had come to them and was
asking about their children and would quip in every time singing praises like
every proud parent and though their eyes would moisten up but they didn’t break
down like I did , coming from far off places to this big city like so many do
in the hope that this hospital will save them is also praise worthy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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wish foundation department and a toy bank department where we can go and give
away our toys or adopt some wishes is a good thing and I hope you go and have a
look at how you can contribute.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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is our director, what are you waiting for? Let’s begin the show, give deep
thought to each story I’m sure you will have a deep connection with some, each
one has a different tale to share, they are waiting for their voices to be
heard are you ready to lend your ears?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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of 11 years from the small village of Mahad in Raigad District of Maharashtra ,
has been in the hospital since 7 months. He was also just like any other 11
year old boy who loved to fool around , play, was good at cricket and football
and active in all sports activities in his school, until 1 day when he was
detected with cancer and his life changed forever.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Karambekar who has been by his side all this time gleans proudly and says that
he loved playing football and then one day due to cancer the doctors advised
his knee to be removed, it was a tough decision but they had no other option
and now he is left with just 1 leg and deemed him bed ridden.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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loves cricket and has won prizes in his school for kabbadi,( who says India
lacks in sports?)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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say he also plays the harmonium, more so with his hand gestures as he could not
get the English word for it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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lunch and they were being injected with heavy doses of medicines and he was
sleepy yet I could understand he was more than happy to share a few of his life
stories with me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Hritik Roshan one day and if It wasn’t for the operation he would love to dance
with him.( an all rounder in the making?)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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realize that something as meagre as going to school and having legs and a
playground to play on, something that we all grow up taking for granted is
something someone more deserving than us, more talented than us, worthy than us
is not able to have simply because of no fault of his .<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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he will never be able to play his favorite game ever, I broke down and it took
me 10 minutes to get back to being stable, I could sense the sadness in his
heart but he was strong enough to not break down, I still don’t know the secret
behind that strong smile, it’s something not all are able to master.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-IN" style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Some might say they have
become immune to it, but how much can one man take? Which father would be so
strong enough to face the harsh reality that his son will never be able to walk
again his entire life?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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through all this , when your average 11 year old boy is running around this boy
here being confined to the four closed walls of the hospital room with others
like him, though he being the only one whose leg had been cut, with a small TV
for entertainment is hard to come to terms with.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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brave soul that India has produced and after reading his tale India sure will
be proud of him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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here? Is there any way you can help him out, go ahead and do it, it’ll not only
make his day but also yours, there are some things money can’t buy and in case
of these angels your support and a little time you can devote towards them will
be million times more than what a million rupees can do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Shwetal Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08642155102041135553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630682865449654124.post-7014505979474919112012-11-05T23:51:00.002-08:002012-11-05T23:56:26.153-08:00D.R.E.A.M- Diversify Reach Empower Activate and Motivate<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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defeats. No one can avoid them. But it’s better to lose some of the battles in
the struggles for your dreams than to be defeated without ever knowing what
you’re fighting for.”- Paulo Coelho.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-IN" style="font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Dreams, wishes, hopes, aspirations are something</span><span lang="EN-IN" style="font-family: "Courier New"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> that we are all born with and as long as we wish we strive to
achieve these for ourselves, with each passing day we dream more and work even
more to fulfil them and well most of us do get the opportunity to live the
dream but there are a few who just like you have dreams some ordinary some
extra ordinary are not that fortunate enough to live their dreams, they also
have come to this world with great imagination and enthusiasm to be something,
to be like someone , to leave their mark and footprints on everyone’s minds and
hearts and to conquer the world, but they are not as lucky as you to make that
wish happen, they are God’s angels, these are the children suffering from
Cancer at TATA MEMORIAL HOSPITAL, and the reason why I am penning down these
memoirs is because these children also have talent, dreams, stars in their eyes
and well maybe even for a few seconds at least if you read their story you
would know they lead extra ordinary lives.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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who are out there battling everyday for their lives not knowing if it’s today
or tomorrow that they will lose, but they are fighting hard, they belong to
that category that does not believe in giving up easily, the strength that they
put in battling for their lives can put death to shame. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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that show you the positive glowing light at the end of the tunnel, going to
those special lectures and speeches on life would probably be less effective in
front of the philosophies that they have on life, your take on life will
definitely change once you hear their take on life, not losing hope and faith
is something they all master pretty well and we could learn a trick or two on
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sometimes you can’t help but wonder if they were specially sent on earth only
to stop us from our busy lives, freeze our surroundings and show us the true
worth of our lives! Don’t they say some people come in our lives, turn it
upside down and just leave, they are those angels , your life is bound to turn
upside down when you see how they live their lives and after even a minute of
talking to them you’d wonder was I living life the wrong way all these years?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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in this universe to which we don’t have any answers not even science but all we
can do is accept them and move on, when you meet these children the only
question you’d want to ask is “why them?” didn’t someone say “the good always
go young”? God works in His own mysterious ways science hasn’t found and answer
to yet, of course there are hundreds and thousands of books out there on “life”,
“ways to lead a good life” , “life- like you never knew” and many more but
sometimes it’s only special people like these that can truly open our eyes
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to be fair all they say is life will be worth it, but when we see those little
angels and tears rolling down the eyes, one can’t help but wonder is the life
they lead worth it? The age when they’re supposed to be out playing in the
garden here they are playing for their lives, when we take something as small as
a toy for advantage, the smile you get to see on their faces when given a small
ball is priceless , they come all the way to this hospital from far off remote
places searching for the little ray of hope for life, seeing the parents in the
lobby with tired eyes just looking for light at the end of the tunnel, for some
the journey is over before the end is reached and when all hope comes crashing
down you wonder why do we go through
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Shwetal Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08642155102041135553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630682865449654124.post-45970937812867253962012-10-22T21:16:00.001-07:002012-10-22T21:16:34.609-07:00By The Lighthouse <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I had been toiling hard all day to finish my book “My lighthouse dates.” I decided I have to complete this novel that I have been writing since I saw her in my dreams and promised her that the world will get to know of the most beautiful love story anyhow in this week. It was time it saw the light of the day and people could read this story- my love story. And all of a sudden lightning struck, the windows started stuttering, light kept flickering and strong breeze started going in and fro through the window, all the coffee spilled and the pages from my unfinished novel started opening and I heard a voice. It was as if she was talking to me through that book, I was taken aback, shocked and hesitant when she said “I’m waiting for you, come to where we used to always meet.”</div>
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It was a dark and stormy night when I ventured into the forest, the only way to reach the lighthouse, with a dim torch in my hand and fright in my heart, I somehow gathered the courage to go and meet her, a place we had discovered together in our heydays, when we had no care in the world and ventured to different places and found so many such unique places. But this was a special place. This is where I had proposed to her and we had made promises of dying in each other’s arms. I always come to this place when I’m low and I know that she’s going to be there like always, dancing, singing and hearing me out, who knew that one day she’ll be killed in the local fight between ours and the neighbouring town, while waiting for me.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;">It’s been 25 years since that incident and she has kept her word and always waits for me, I couldn't find anyone like her and we still are in a relationship. My neighbours think I’m some weird person, who only keeps to himself, talks to himself, keeps going to the forest and so keep away from me, what they don’t know is I have everything that they lack in- true love, true support. And I know she’s that bright star who’s shedding the light on me and showing me the way through life and through this forest.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;">I was slogging all day to complete the novel so I could gift it to you on our 19th anniversary and I still love you, this is our love, that we both want to share with the whole world, with hatred all around, we have to foster back the emotion of love in people and tell them it exists and after we lay under the sky, talking for hours like we always do, with the rain to add to the romance I return back to finish the greatest fairy tale of them all – our conversations by the lighthouse – the symbol of our love.</span></span></div>
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Shwetal Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08642155102041135553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630682865449654124.post-75329048239021319462012-01-05T00:49:00.000-08:002012-01-05T00:49:09.346-08:00BUCKET LIST1. Publish a book<br />
2. Learn Spanish thus making me a master of 5 languages<br />
3. Visit Spain, France, Thailand, Malaysia, Singapore, Manipur, Canada<br />
4. Write a message in a bottle and get a reply and be that person’ s friend forever.<br />
5. Buy my own house in south Mumbai.<br />
6. Be the manager of a fashion brand by 26<br />
7. Have a job that requires me to travel all over the globe and make friends from each continent<br />
8. Always keep doing charity<br />
9. Tell my crush I liked him someday<br />
10. Have a gay friend and go to a gay club <br />
11. Go backpacking to some country<br />
12. Make north east of India my old age home<br />
13. Send my parents on a holiday with my own money.<br />
14. Have a personal driver so that I don’t have to drive , public transport rules.<br />
15. Adopt a child or at least pay for one child’s education<br />
16. Keep learning something or the other<br />
17. Master the art of cooking and take the tension off my mom<br />
18. Have one day when I can just switch off from this world and have a whole day to my self<br />
19. Find a place that not many people know of and make it my secret abode.<br />
20. Meet fabregas or kaka or higuain or any hot football player that is out there be it for a few seconds but meet them. Especially fabregas.<br />
21. Keep updating this list each year after striking off one thing.Shwetal Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08642155102041135553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630682865449654124.post-14671183823000692932011-12-25T00:07:00.000-08:002011-12-25T00:07:07.625-08:00D.R.E.A.MDIVERSIFY REACH EMPOWER ACTIVATE AND MOTIVATE<br />
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stay tuned to know moreShwetal Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08642155102041135553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630682865449654124.post-31967468611038016142011-11-11T04:16:00.000-08:002011-11-11T04:16:23.527-08:00A LOT CAN HAPPEN OVER COFFEE!!!Rachel, a normal 24 year old New Yorker, trying to make it big in this city, goes to the same cafeteria everyday to pick up the usual bagels and a regular decaf for her boss & while doing all this she always stands there for minute lost in her thoughts, hoping that she will be the editor of the magazine one day & young girls like her will get her coffee one day, ‘’your bagels & coffee ma’am’’.....Ms. six inches’’( since she wears six inch high heels)....oh sorry!! Yeah I’m getting late...takes the coffee & bagels & runs towards her office on the opposite street. Mr .Woods a retired man having no family in this city is a regular at the coffee shop...it is this shop , his morning coffee, The New York times & these kids running around in a hurry to get the coffee for their bosses, is what keeps him entertained, though he sees the regular people like Rachel coming there & taking coffee for their bosses & always being in a hurry, there is something about Rachel that he finds interesting , that makes her stand out from the rest of the crowd, he knows that she has a certain spark in her that she will make it big someday but there’s something that compels him to find out more about Rachel.<br />
He decides to go there before her & observe her for a few days....April 20, 8:00 a.m, Mr. Woods is late by a minute.... sees her running in those sky high heels, tripping, dropping her bag, files but yet saving the bagels & coffee (well now that is a the best assistant indeed!) so Mr. Woods decides to go early the next morning & sits at the table with his pen & diary 7:58, there comes Rachel asking for her regular take away...Mr. Woods jots down how dedicated & sincere she is but yet that one thing that he sees in her he can’t quite guess it so again next morning he’s back at 7.30 at the table waiting for her, but she never turns up! So Mr. woods comes next morning but again no signs of Rachel.....he thinks of inquring at her office & goes across the street but the receptionist says there’s no Rachel here thinking of some misunderstanding, he goes to the coffee shop<br />
He asks Ben the guy who keeps Rachel’s take away ready... but Ben starts wondering who is this guy talking about & says he’s not aware of any such girl or any such person who he gives away bagels & decaf at 7.58 daily he shows him his diary in which he describes Rachel as this beautiful 24 year old young & hard working brunette & that how he calls her Ms .six inches always.... but Ben asks him to go away & stop troubling his customers & him (not recollecting any such girl)...Mr. Woods confused, angry, shocked, sad returns to his home, his diary by his side taking a nap on his chair, suddenly a voice calls out to him, ‘’Mr. Woods !Mr. Woods! It’s me Rachel , you were looking out for me right?’’ Mr. Woods gets scared wondering how is the diary talking to him.. Throws his diary..... ‘’don’t be scared I’m Rachel I won’t harm you’’!... why is that you didn’t go to your office or to the coffee shop today? How come those people don’t know you? Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?.... don’t worry Mr.<br />
Woods you will get all your answers if you do as i say if you go to Denver & meet your daughter tomorrow she’s waiting for you & you too are waiting for her i know....how do you know about her? I will never talk to her not even over my dead body.... tell me who in the world are you? ‘’Well<br />
Mr.Woods the mystery will be revealed once you go there... you know you want to’’ (Mr.<br />
woods had cut all his ties with his daughter, because she ran away from college with her boyfriend who Mr. Woods didn’t approve of, it’s been 15 years since he has had any contacts with her whatsoever, Rose his daughter misses him & has tried many times to contact him but no response from his side, she is the only child he has, she has written to him about her big promotion, her 1st car, etc & every little joy but has got no response) he in turn writes letters to his daughter but has never had the wish to post them because of the embarrassment he had to face due to her. Though deep down he still cries & prays for her.<br />
He gets a call from his doctor ( on April 19 he had gone through some tests & it showed he’s suffering from the last stage of cancer) saying that his condition is worsening day by day & he has no more than a month or two to live & fulfil all his wishes.... he breaks down though there’s nothing he has to lose it’s Rose that’s on his mind right now he gets the flash back of their happier times..... ‘’Mr. Woods! (the diary shouts out) It’s me again Rachel so are you going to meet her?’’ but who are you (crying) asks her... ‘’just take this trip & you will know exactly who am I’’... thinking about what the doctor just said... he makes up his mind & leaves to meet Rose.... knowing that she works in this big fashion magazine he goes there.., there is his little Rose, in front of him the 35 year old editor , assistants getting coffee & bagel for her, she sees him & comes running towards him, both break down & go to a small coffee shop that’s right across the office, the owner shouts out ‘’oh! Ms. Six inches, you came today , what a surprise!! & i ask her what’s M. Six inches & she says what he witnesses in New York the story of Rachel.... he opens his diary..... there he finds out scribbled ‘’that Rachel was no one but your 24 year old daughter Rose , it was that period you missed out of her’s while she was growing!!! Rachel was no one but his own sub conscious mind creating a picture of his own daughter who he missed so much but never met her & it was the news on April 19 of his cancer that led him to draw up the picture & finally meet his daughter after 15 long years and here is to their new beginnings<br />
A LOT CAN INDEED HAPPEN OVER COFFEE!!!Shwetal Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08642155102041135553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630682865449654124.post-77896402418060361432011-09-19T03:34:00.001-07:002011-09-19T03:34:59.430-07:00To that friendI once had a friend,<br />
we used to hang out like there was no end,<br />
Life was like a fantasy land,<br />
a place so grand, that makes you crazy- crazy, crazy happy!<br />
Oh, we loved each other and played all day, like the whole world was our playground,<br />
then one day that friend moved around, the world all of a sudden became empty.<br />
In touch we did keep, until life gave us a kick and that friend got replaced by others,<br />
Once in a while those memories flashed and I shed a few tears- of joy and happiness, thinking today I will call that friend as life kept us moving further apart and ahead.<br />
One day I got a message- “Ms. Your friend is no more”,<br />
the bitterest tears are shed over graves for words left unspoken and deeds left undone. <br />
In the end we remember not the words of our enemies but the silence of our friends.<br />
To that friend who’s shining up there and sending all the light my way, a friend who was hard to find, hard to leave and impossible to forget- “ there's nothing I can change wherever you are, whichever world you go in, there's always going to be one empty place for you in my heart nobody can replace never gone, never far, in my heart is where you are. Always close, every day, every step along the way. Even though for now, we've got to say good-bye, you'll be there forever in my life”Shwetal Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08642155102041135553noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630682865449654124.post-37058680915142617802011-08-14T03:02:00.001-07:002011-08-14T03:02:13.767-07:00TO THE UNKNOWN MANY!!To the unsung heroes, who fight till the last breath!!<br />
To the many pledges, promising sacrifice till death!!<br />
To all the overcoming fears, blood and tears shed!!<br />
To their motherland, after being laid to rest is all but a wasteland!!<br />
To all those trying times, with hurt and vengeance in their lives!!<br />
and all triumphant victories, with major glories!!<br />
To the deep longing and endless waiting to embrace their beloved!!<br />
To those unsung heroes- the unknown many who are laid to sleep forever fighting for their motherland's pride only so we could sleep one more night!!<br />
to all the real heroes the jawans of this country!!<br />
Shwetal Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08642155102041135553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630682865449654124.post-32269511722995946582011-06-28T03:19:00.000-07:002011-06-29T01:20:25.983-07:00LAST WORDS!!!Talk in everlasting words and dedicate them all to me,<br />
and I will give you all my life, I'm here if you should call to me,<br />
you think that I don't even mean a single word I say...<br />
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Words- thouands uttered daily,<br />
some nasty and others hastily,<br />
they decide your personality,<br />
while certain things are best left unspoken,<br />
while others could lead to many hearts broken,<br />
words- a privileged few get to express,<br />
dealing with a certain words you'd bet is a stress,<br />
tread carefully with your words, you never know when your first could be your last spoken,<br />
life in this unpredicatble world- alive today, gone tomorrow,<br />
words spoken from january- december, last words are all that people will remember,<br />
first impressions are the last impressions, when your gone last spoken words are the first that people will remember forever,<br />
always end your conversations with the best & sweetest words, cos thats all that'll be etched forever...<br />
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it's only words and words are all I have to take your heart away.....<br />
make it a point to end on a good note!!<br />
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PS- dedicated to Jonathan Joshua Fernandes my favourite drummer from the band reverse polarity R.I.P \m/Shwetal Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08642155102041135553noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630682865449654124.post-79574588655402827992011-06-14T01:42:00.001-07:002011-06-14T01:42:25.348-07:00THEN & NOWThen I was 8, now I am 18<br />
Then I was innocent, now I am a bitch<br />
The I the world loved/accepted me the way I was, now they love/accept me on my coolness.<br />
Then I loved my parents, now I fight with them, <br />
Then I fought with my sibling, now I can’t live w/o my sibling<br />
Then I was directionless, now I have 100s of ‘em<br />
Then I ran to catch a ball, now I run to catch a train/fame<br />
Then I had a halo, now I have horns<br />
Then I followed, now I lead<br />
Then life was flawless, now life is filled with obstacles<br />
Then I was just another girl, now I can’t afford to be just another girl,<br />
Then I was in Bombay, now I am in Mumbai,<br />
Then I wanted to be where I am today, now I want to go back to then<br />
A lot has changed since then & keeps changing now, the 1 thing that hasn’t changed is that I had dreams then, I have dreams now<br />
Life has become hectic & I keep loosing myself to now. But this now will soon become then one day & then I would again wanna go back to now. I loved my then , I like my now & I don’t know my future will be how!! But I shall keep dreaming & move on for now!!Shwetal Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08642155102041135553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630682865449654124.post-23214457539779186052011-05-25T05:04:00.000-07:002011-05-25T05:04:06.246-07:00LETS CONQUER THE WORLDRise and shine, cos you have to!!<br />
don't cry and whine, cos that won't do!!<br />
you have to take over the world, let'em know you have it in you!!<br />
don't let these teen years confuse you,<br />
Hurdles are a plenty in these cross roads,<br />
being Obama or Osama lies in your chores!!<br />
getting fame comes at a cost,<br />
it also makes you feel lost!!<br />
dreams are a plenty when you sleep,<br />
while some others which don't let you sleep!!<br />
So rise and shine<br />
spread your wings left and right!!<br />
ignite the fire in you, cos its time to conquer the world!!Shwetal Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08642155102041135553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630682865449654124.post-65842436984457594612011-04-29T22:26:00.000-07:002011-04-29T22:26:20.679-07:00AND SO I CRIEDEvery morning I wake up I think of you,<br />
Every Night I sleep I think of you,<br />
There has never been a moment, you didn’t cross mind,<br />
If only you knew, how much you are remembered<br />
If only you could think of me once,<br />
The water flows for life, winds blow for the breeze,<br />
The mountains rise for the sky, the clock ticks for day & night,<br />
The sun brims to rise & shine,<br />
& I live on in the hope of you falling for me one day,<br />
This life seems to be a far cry, it seems to depair,<br />
It journeys along the obstacles to find your path at the end,<br />
These cross roads exude your faint memories,<br />
The presence of those sweet memories illusions the bitter absence<br />
& SO I CRIED , when you embraced me in your arms, a wait I longed for!!!Shwetal Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08642155102041135553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630682865449654124.post-5695672142952411222011-04-21T20:54:00.001-07:002011-04-21T20:54:40.181-07:00THINGS FALL APARTDon’t they? Every time you feel life is going good & smoothly, suddenly from nowhere comes a blow & takes away all the happiness, why is that things fall apart? ‘’The Secret’’ book says that if we’re positive, the universe will move & give us the thing we want the most be it a job/ bungalow, etc, universe is like a catalogue, where we just need to say positively what we need & it’ll be received, but being too positive can lead to over confidence, this is where things fall apart, loosing that job, the love, the friends, the family or anything.<br />
Like after recession there’s inflation same way after bad there’s good, but if things are falling apart right now, that’s only cause better things await us as the old buildings are demolished to give way to high rises.<br />
The best way to shift your focus when things are falling apart is to look out of your window & feel blessed to have at least a little of what others don’t...if you have food in your fridge, clothes in your cupboard, roof over your head a place to sleep, you are richer than 75% of the entire world, if you have money in your wallet, a lil change n can go anywhere you want, you are among the top 8 % of the world’s wealthy, if you woke up this morning with more health than illness, you are blessed than the million people who won’t survive this week. If you can read this & understand it, you are more fortunate than the 3 billion people who cannot see or suffer being mentally challenged, life is not about complaining for small reasons that don’t really mater, it’s about a thousand other reasons to be happy.<br />
Paulo Coelho wrote this small piece- a group of pilgrims once went to meet a saint known to cure all problems, looking at the number of people cribbing about their problems, he decided to teach everyone a lesson, asked all of them to write their worries on a piece of paper & inter change with others, one by one he called them to read it out loud, listening to the problems they came to know that their respective problems were nothing compared to the others, they went back feeling blessed.<br />
So if things fall apart look at the good things you have & if you’re at the edge God will either teach you how to fly or catch you just before you fallShwetal Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08642155102041135553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630682865449654124.post-25455823676568862672011-03-31T07:24:00.000-07:002011-03-31T07:24:29.341-07:005 AGAINI<b>'m a barbie girl, in the barbie world<br />
Life in plastic, it's fantastic!<br />
you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere<br />
Imagination, life is your creation<br />
Come on Barbie, let's go party!<br />
Oh, I'm having so much fun!<br />
Well Barbie, we're just getting started<br />
Oh, I love you Ken! </b><br />
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When you’re 5 life is like a fantasy land where all people are filled with cotton candy & rainbows, there are no worries.... you can choose to dress like a boy/girl & you will turn out to be cute anyway..... y can’t I be 5 again? Where all we did was eat, sleep, roam, play , watch tv, do all the bad stuff put it on someone else or make that puppy face & you’re an angel, where santa clause got me gifts & thinking tooth fairy will give me better teeth , ate chocolates all the time.... where no one cared how I look or what I wear birthday parties meant calling all the friends home, cutting that Barbie cake & going to the circus or zoo.... where going to school was like going to a place where all the friends met, played a little , sang some rhymes & got back home, where after reaching home- going to sleep, eating & again going & playing hide & seek & all those games, where no sibling rivalry was a distant thought.............ahh how I wish I was 5 again!!!!!Shwetal Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08642155102041135553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630682865449654124.post-24510152267207640332011-03-14T22:36:00.001-07:002011-03-14T22:36:34.333-07:00BITTER SWEET MEMORIESWhen you’re 16, your world changes, from school you make a transition into college.<br />
From that protected, spoon fed life in school you suddenly are left alone to fend for yourself. But of course everyone enjoys college life, what with the FREEDOM that one gets to experience? From bunking, watching movie with that special someone to driving, smoking & what not.... but then there are those moments before we enter college, those moments where we never want to leave school, the sadness of leaving our second home where we spent almost 13 years , those life long friends, those teachers whom we troubled so much (even though we thought it was the other way round) all those moments, different celebrations captured in our minds & hearts forever.<br />
On that farewell day where we cried & filled buckets- all bitter sweet memories.<br />
In the 13 years of our school life, 12 years we can’t wait to get out but it’s the last 13th year where we wish time stops forever & we could stay here forever & it is this last year that gets over in a blink & is gone with the wind.... that last camp, where we did it all from locking the teacher’s room, to those ghost stories to painting those friends faces who dozed off- bitter sweet memories.<br />
But then comes college life where we find new friends & we create bitter sweet memories with them too, with all the bunking, sleepovers, when we go through old photos of all those fun times we realize we were no just having fun, but were creating bitter sweet memories to last forever.<br />
One day when you’re sitting in your office looking out the window those memmries will flash in front of you ....<br />
Bunking those lectures with friends,<br />
Where coffee was just an excuse to have thos long chats,<br />
Talking the night before exams & discussing who will beat the other in getting a KT,<br />
Being happy on getting that KT,<br />
Those bike rides at marine drive,<br />
Going to college to get a glimpse of that special someone sitting on the 3rd bench of your class,<br />
Making those promises of staying in touch forever till death do us apart, <br />
Giving them a treat off your 1st pay cheque & now wondering where did all those moments go away.... how did I become so busy in life? & crying on remembering those bitter sweet memories as the song goes ‘’aneh wala pal,pal meh jane wala hai, ho sake toh usmeh zindagi bita lo pal jo ye janeh wala hai”.<br />
I got my first real six-string<br />
Bought it at the five-and-dime<br />
Played 'til my fingers bled<br />
It was summer of '69<br />
<br />
Me and some guys from school<br />
Had a Band and we tried real hard<br />
Jimmy quit and Jody got married<br />
I shualda known we'd never get far<br />
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Oh when I lock back now<br />
That was seemes to last forever<br />
And if I had the choice<br />
Ya - I'd always wanna be there<br />
Those were the best days of my life<br />
<br />
And now the times are changin'<br />
Look at everything that's come and gone<br />
Somethimes when I play that old six-string<br />
I think about ya wonder what went wrong<br />
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Standin' on a mama's porch<br />
You told me it would last forever<br />
Oh the way you held my hand<br />
I knew that it was now or never<br />
Those were the best days of my lifeShwetal Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08642155102041135553noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630682865449654124.post-77250379145083145732011-03-01T06:21:00.000-08:002011-03-01T06:42:32.855-08:00ONLY FOR YOUOnly for you I write this,<br />
Only for you I am born,<br />
Only for you I live,<br />
Only for you I shall die,<br />
Only for you I fight,<br />
Only for you I sacrifice,<br />
Only for you I smile,<br />
Only for you I cry,<br />
Only for you I to keep going,<br />
Only for you I get the courage to get up next morn,<br />
Only for you I sleep at night,<br />
Only for you I am here,<br />
Only for you I pray,<br />
Only for you I am a hero,<br />
Only for you I love,<br />
Only for you I will never give up,<br />
Only for you I survive the extremes,<br />
Only for you my heart beats,<br />
Only for you I stake my life,<br />
When they raise their eyes at you, only for you I raise my hands at them,<br />
Only for you I shall be reborn<br />
To my dear country, <br />
ex Army officerShwetal Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08642155102041135553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-630682865449654124.post-6447330603471515022011-02-01T06:37:00.000-08:002011-02-01T06:37:09.262-08:00FRIENDSHIP<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">I'll be there for you ... when the rain starts to fall.</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">I'll be there for you ... like I've been there before.</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">I'll be there for you ... cause you're there for me, too.</span><br />
</span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">No one could ever know me</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">No one could ever see me</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Seems you're the only one who knows what it's like to be me</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Someone to face the day with</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Make it through all the rest with</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Someone I'll always laugh with</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Even in my worst, I'm best with you, yeah</span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span class="apple-style-span"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">It is like a small seed that grows into a fragile sapling & then into a strong tree ( surviving the odds)...... same way only a few friendships grow into stronger bonds going through ups & downs & only time tells us who our real friends are n well who were just not meant to be.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">As we grow we get entangled with a lot of things, connect to a lot of people, people come & go, life moves on but it’s only those few who stay till the end, we share our Kodak moments with so many people, but how many of those are there when we have our lows? How many of your friends who were there with you in your joy were there in your sorrow? Well if they were then you must consider yourself really blessed cos only a few people get that.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">Friendship is not just about sharing joy but also sorrow,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">Not just about highs but also lows, <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">But the biggest thing is distances between friends grow & grow as you grow up, that 1 friend with whom you shared your lunch box daily, that bad secret of yours, couldn’t go a day without talking to him/her, today you think, oh i’ll call him tomorrow......<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">1 day you might get a call saying, “ your friend is no more”.... that’ll be the day you’d wanna go back<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in time & make that call saying, “hi, I love you”!! ( all it takes is 5 mins of your 24 hrs) & well you’re not the President to be so busy in your life that you don’t even get the 5 mins of your life to do that.... & all you’d do is cry & cry & curse yourself........ I’m sure you must be having that pretty close friend who havn’t spoken to in a while & you are thinking about him/her........ pick that phone up call/text him. Make someone’s day & the feeling will be very good!!!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">This goes for all my friends-<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN; padding: 0cm;">Tere jaisa yaar kahan<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN; padding: 0cm;">Kahan aisa yaarana<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN; padding: 0cm;">Yaad karegi duniya<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-IN; padding: 0cm;">Tera mera afsana <o:p></o:p></span></div><pre style="text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm;">Mere dil ki yeh dua hai<o:p></o:p></span></pre><pre style="text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm;">Kabhi door tu na jaaye<o:p></o:p></span></pre><pre style="text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm;">Tere bina ho jeena<o:p></o:p></span></pre><pre style="text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm;">Woh din kabhi na aaye <o:p></o:p></span></pre><pre style="text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm;">Tere sung jeena yahan<o:p></o:p></span></pre><pre style="text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm;">Tere sung mar jaana<o:p></o:p></span></pre><pre style="text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm;">Yaad karegi duniya<o:p></o:p></span></pre><pre style="text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm;">Tera mera afsana </span><span style="color: black; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></pre></div>Shwetal Shahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08642155102041135553noreply@blogger.com0