F.R.I.E.N.D.S

The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship. ~William Blake
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I just love u ....Vamsi,Trinath,Sugeetha and Pavan.
Festivals are like most awaited days for many. i don't wait for them. for me every moment with these guys is a well celebrated festival. When a real festival celebrated with real friends is just beyond heavens.
This diwali... celebrating with my friends was something that i really dint expect and/or plan for. but it turned out to be a sweetest n pleasant unexpected surprise cum memory. this great feeling of mine can't be expressed in words..as am falling short of words. even my grandiloquent friends chaitu and ro would fall short of words if i ask them for.

dese days because of work pressure am finding very lil time to spend with my frns. though am in regular touch with them over fones..it makes grt difference to meet them and talk to them than talking over fones.
thanks to my college for giving me a week time to freakout with my frns. holidays are just so important and they just disappear in no time. it's ok.. it has left me with an ocean full of sweet memories.
i feel my friends are like ideal family members. the understandings we have, the way we celebrate, freak out, plan, share,taking time, deal things is just awesome. thank god..for creating such lovely relations."unconditional".

I can sacrifice anything for them.
this diwali morning i wasn't reaaly feeling welll. had no mood n spirit to celebrate. i met vamsi in the evening. we went to meet trinath. it was just a random thought of celebrating together. in no time all the gang members met and .......

oh god i dont understand wer from i got so much of energy to jump, run and play while firing crackers. it's been a real long time i dint fire crackers. as i took resolution along with some other chuddy buddies not to fire crackers. but i had to break my resolutions. i dint feel bad at all to do so as i had to cheer myself up and to keep up my frns spirits.
WE HAD SOLID GALA TIME. DIWALI WAS A BIG BLAST.
YUHOOO>>>> AM SO HAPPIEEEEEEEEEEEE......
I wish god bless us with such more n more happy moments and happy friendships.

Hope u all had grt diwali.
have a nice time.
lots of love
sans

Value Added Tag

Am just tagging a really touching, worth reading and thought provoking post of a blogger..
She's just awesome. wen i read the blog....i was just fuming out...blood boiled for a moment, thoughts flooded. but after few moments i came to real world, thought for a while and posted a comment on her blog for the same post.
Am a 'big fan' of hers and her blog. :)
Thanks to Ms. Suga.... for giving me permission with a positive attitude, to tag her post on my blog.
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choice is now just yours.....

This is one of the most favorite emails that i've been getting regularly and yes everytime i read it and fwd it. this time i thought i shd actually post on my blog so that those who read my blogs,who're not my frns list/adres book can read it.

What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended.. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:
'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.
Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.
Where is the natural order of things in my son?'
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'
Then he told the following story:
Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.
In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.
Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.
The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.
The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.
The game would now be over.
The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.
Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.
Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!
Run to first!'
Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.
He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.
By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball . the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.
He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.
Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'
Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
Shay, run to third!'
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'
Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.
'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.
Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE TO THIS STORY:
We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate.
The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference.
We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural order of things.'
So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:
Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?
A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
You now have two choices:
1. Delete
2. Forward
May your day, be a Shay Day.

i believe in this >>>---------------->>>>

""4 SeasonS""

There're many instances in this season when i felt is it really 'the season' or wot..?
I'm just seeing..starting from last month, present and next month...

1) many of my friends, cousins n other VIPs have got and few others are getting MARRIED....lol
2) many are falling sick.. my sis, frens, teachers, ex-colleagues almost everyone from my gang except the strongest gal..the greatest owner of this blog SANS..\m/
3) many are falling in love...(dont count me here..'a small clarification')
4) many are contributing for the growth of the population tremendously, particularly this season.. oh yeas.. many 'new born babies'...

Am i right or is it only my way of looking the situation...aaah..i really dunno!!
oh! woteva... Am just finding this season very special for me in many ways...new relations, friends, ventures, responsibilities, successes, challenges, memories and so on n on...
hmmmthat's all for now..chalo the c ya again..bubye....
pls take care... :P season is critical...

why me???

Why r u so cool n amuse me
Why r u so close n next to me
why r u everywer n following me
why r u so sweet yet hot to me
why do u play n dance with me
why do u spend time with me
why do u flirt n flatter me
why do u creep n kill me
why do u hug n cover me
why do u spread n poison me
why do u peep n shy me
why do u talk n sedate me
why do u smile n fly me
Why do you kiss n love me
why fight n strengthen me
why stare n shy me
why hang around n leave me
Why come n fascinate me
why so strangely but beautifully me
Why should i see this beautifully annoying damn dream n fool me
why doesn't my dream come true n cheer me???

what i want....?!?!?!?!?!?!

i know what i want.....

1) I want a time machine
2) I want him more and more from him (idealism)
3) I want some more energy (dont talk about food here...)
4) I want a remote control for changing few pessimist minds
5) I want the magic lantern and the genie
6) I want some peace

5 point some1

thinking of Chetan Bhagat?? ....pls dont..u know i dont read novels..oops! sorry small correction.. i dont read books...then no point in talking about chetan bhagats novels n his writings..lol

I'm just here to jot down those 5 points about which am very particular about every morning I wake up...

as soon as i wake up..I..
1. make my bed.

2. Brush my teeth.

3. use the washroom.

4. spend at least 15 minutes gazing at my wardrobe to decide what to wear for the college...most difficult task for any girl.

5. take bath and get lost as soon as possible from my hostel room...(there are several reasons for running away from my room, u can understand na if i say that i have no choice but to share it with some1 who is not of my types... :( .)


out of these 5 except for the 4th i take at max 15 minutes. u know what i'm particular about the 1st one and i also see ppl around me who do and who dont. it's matter of manners and few other things right???
u must be wondering when i must be packing my school bag and all that stuff. I do it before i go to sleep, i know, iknow that i dont get time in the morning and i may forget certain important stuff to dump in my bag if i plan it for the morning time. so i always make sure that i finish my work n pak my bag before going to sleep. I know very well about my morning forgetfullness. lols. do u??
and then rushhhhhhhh n wen i get to bed i'm seriously wondering "OH GAAAWD!! Why the heck are there only 24hrs/day????" yeh dil maange moooore!!seriously n desperately yaar!! so busy am dese days wanted a break so bunked my college for two beautiful lovely days. haah n here am t blog peacefully.
god heard my prayers n gave 3 more holidays. weekend 2 days + monday Ramzaan. bumper bonanza for me.
enjoi madi \m/