A Gud Friend..

How i lost my friend..

Friends are one of best things yu can have on this earth.
well there are many types of friends.
best best friends, so so friends,

hi bye friends,

close friends,

gud friends,

true friends,

friends forever,

so on..

i almost have one in each category.

This post is about a " gud friend ".
A Friend who was funny, who always made
whole of my group burst out into laughter.
He was never serious about anything.
But, we were "gud friends".Great rapport we shared.
One fine day somthing went wrong...
As in one height-of-dumbness act of mine fetched
few less marks for him.He was upset.
i apologised. He said it was "ok"(which indeed showed Clear anger).But then may be from that day
he did not trust me.

Once lost ,"trust" is very tough to get back.
He rarely calls me. we hardly interact.

Don know what to conclude with this..
was he my fren only for the help he needed..
o was he a real "gud friend"...


Well may be he taught me how to be cautious with such
height-of-dumbness acts of mine.



Thanks "Gud Friend"..

Motivation, Jealousy and the Colour Maroon

Weird Title rite??

Well this Post is all about my experience during my evening sprints..

To be "over Weight" Is a bad thing.. At least with the experience i've got from last few year... well one of the embarrassing experience was in school when my teacher addressed me as "healthy gal"... :P... she just wanted to state that m fat n i needed more space to sit on bench .... well... whenever such things happened i used to say 1000 times in my mind to take such things sportively... from last year i've been noticing my colleagues n best buddies who r willing to be "fit".. All this motivated me to take some step ..

My evening "brisk" walks Began like a revolution to me n my family... my name-space included a sweet partner to accompany me , who motivates me after each round i complete. with every deadline she increases the scope, she has 100's of tips to have good health. well worst one of them is to drink "nimbu paani".. but then her motivation makes me drink it...

Well but the story doesn't end here... the park where i go for walks has few more people ... few very important people like.. a women who always wears maroon.. (Indeed my fav colour)... the fact of jealousy is her pace n consistency of walking..

I am after her , to compete with her to overtake her.. m extra jealous with her consistency in speed... but then after each "NO NO" in my mind i look at her n continue to walk...

my only competition is the "maroon women" about whom m jealous about.. as well as the motivation she gives...thanks to her n my sweet-walking-partner(sameeksha) .

Don't know about results.. but i am enjoying the war... the war that one day i might overtake her...


smiless
--swatY

Few lines frm my diary...

On a silent night,She was lost in her thoughts, A cute gal in a pink frock,
She was scared,

she was distracted Looking at the dark sky,
She could spot a twinkling star,
A star That conveyed her something,
A special star which wrapped her confusions,

She was Smiling, it was obvious,
She had realized a magic with in her,
an illuminating factor within,
so glaring and dazzling.. a magic which made her "Shine"
--- SwatY