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The best friend dilemma…

prabhatg — Tue, 15 Sep 2009 16:39:00 +0000

Best friend, everybody have one. The immediate questions arise from it are… Does everybody have best friend? Could anyone have more than one best friend at a time? Is it necessary if X is Y’s best friend then Y is also X’s best friend? And the last and the most important whom do you call a best friend among your so many good friends? I am not a philosopher. So I am not going to answer these questions and I won’t try also. What I want to say that these questions often come in my mind and I want to share my thoughts about them.
Well I think if I get the answer of the last question others will be solved automatically. I often claim that I don’t have any best friend. Why I do this? Actually I have so many good friends and some of them are really close to me but I can’t decide whom do I consider as my best friend among them. A few days ago one of my good friends told me that I am her best friend. When I asked her why are you considering me as your best friend? Her answer was very simple…”you are the one I can rely upon the most, you are the one with whom I can share everything…” It was obviously a feel good factor for me. Then I tried to think like her but I didn’t get the answer. I couldn’t find anyone with whom I can share all of me. Although its true there are very few friends of me with whom I can share most of me may be the number is just one. Should I call him/her as my best friend or the one who loves me the most or the one who always stands beside me whenever I am in trouble or the one with whom I spent most of the time or the one with whom I like to talk the most? I don’t know, may be when the answer to all these question will be the same person then only my problem will be solved. Still then I have to say…”I don’t have any best friend…” If anyone thinks that he or she can help me…always welcome.

A letter to a friend…

prabhatg — Sun, 09 Aug 2009 14:01:00 +0000

Dear friend,

If I don’t tell it today perhaps could not tell it ever. You are my..….friend. Surprised why I left the place blank. Well you will understand it shortly. We are friends more than 5 years. Time can never be the measure for a relation how deep is that. There was not a single day we didn’t argue even one knew that other was right. People tells that likes and dislikes of two friends are almost same. But in our case it was just opposite. If you were in North Pole I must be in South Pole not in-between. We never felt any obstacle in our friendship for these dissimilarities rather we enjoyed them. A day without any argument with you, a day was wasted. Things have changed now. You are very far from me now. We don’t argue like before. We have grown up. Our thoughts have changed. I still can remember the day when I was introducing you with some of my other friends…saying…”He is my….” I got stuck into that position and was finding an appropriate word which could represent our friendship truly. But I was too late. You introduced yourself saying …” I am an old friend of him”. Later your words, "If you feel embarrassed to use the ‘best’ word just say good friend I won’t mind.” was a whip on me because it was not the case that the ‘best’ word didn’t come in mind. I was really thinking if you are really my best friend. But you never hesitate to regard me as your best friend and I know you just don’t tell it, you mean it. Tell me do I really deserve that? Each time you call me, tell everything from your side and wait eagerly to hear from me and when I cut the line just saying…” I have nothing to say…”, I can understand your feelings then. You still call me. Do I really deserve it? When you come home you come to Kolkata at least once just to meet only me. Do you really get expected welcome from me when we meet after a long time? Do you really see that happiness in me what I should be when i meet you. But you still come. Do I really deserve it? I know I have hurt you so many times and didn’t even bother to say you a simple sorry. But you never forget to give me a smile in return. You were always there whenever I needed you. Tell me do I really deserve it?

Forgive me friend. I could not respect your friendship. I don’t know whether you still consider me as your best friend. I don’t have that right to ask you anymore. Just one request friend, please don’t forget me. In the paths of life I might get new friends but the pain in losing a friend like you can never be healed in life time. I might not be able to be your best friend but believe me, I will always try to be a good friend. Please don’t forget me.

Your friend…

This letter was written by an emotionally down person to his dearest friend when he needed his friend most and found that he had lost his dearest friend due to his day by day ignorance.It seems that the letter was written in mentally low and very depressed situation. But don’t you think this person is selfish? When he didn’t need his friend he ignored him and now asking his friend to forgive him. Why ? because he needs him now. Well the person didn’t post the letter lastly may be due to the conscience still left in him. On my request he has given it to me to post it in my blog. The names have been omitted due to some social obligation.

An interesting fact…

prabhatg — Fri, 24 Jul 2009 23:20:00 +0000

We keep a place safe in our heart for our near and dear ones. The place is fixed in size. Each and everyone around us have a place on there.The interesting fact is that if it grows for someone then it must shrinks for someone else. I know it sounds very materialistic but it’s true. We keep someone in our heart means we spend time thinking about them, care for them and pay attention to them and if you spend more time on someone then the time for someone else must be less than before. It’s the nature of human mind, strange but true.

thanku…thanku…

prabhatg — Tue, 21 Jul 2009 14:00:00 +0000

Wait for a moment before you make any wild guess. Let me clear one thing. I am not going to thank anybody here. Just read on to know a very interesting fact about “thanks”.
I have an interesting friend. Whatever I do for her she gives thanks to me for each. The way she thanks me is very interesting. She uses the phrases like “thanksssss a lotttttt”, “osonkhyo dhanyobad..”or “ thanku thanku..”. We all know that there is no thanks no sorry in friendship. She also knows that but hardly follows that. The most interesting thing is if you give her thanks for any help she has done for you, you just be ready to face a hurricane or a Katrina whatever you name it. She will become mad on you and give you a lecture on friendship. And her famous quote “ r jadi konodin toke help kori tahole amar name ek hajar ekta kukur pushbi..” I am sure you will forget the ‘thanks’ word after that. I never dare to thanks her.
Earlier I became very angry on her for this. I tried a lot to convince her but all in vain. It’s very hard to convince her. A bit moody and does what she likes to do. Well I have accepted it now and it never sounds trite to me rather I expect those words now. I might get angry if she does not thank me now.

Wait…Wait… Where are you going? This is not the end. The actual twist is here. Recently she has decided not to give thanks anymore because she thinks that it’s disregarding me. Now tell me if you are used to with one thing and if that changes suddenly what will happen to you? I think you can understand my problem. But nothing to do, this is she. She does what she thinks right. You have to just follow her mood and I have to as well.

When emotions unleashed by music…

prabhatg — Fri, 17 Jul 2009 18:48:00 +0000

Last week Thursday I was watching the famous reality show in Z bangle Sa Re Ga Ma Pa Lil Champs. There a cute little girl sang a song “Ajeeb dastan hai yeh..”. Her sweet voice just amazed me.Also she sang it very well. I didn’t listen the song for a long time. The original song sung by Lata Mangeskar from the film Dil Apna Aur Preet Parai, music director was Shankar Jaikishan and Lyricist Shailendra. Next day I searched my whole computer to listen the song but couldn’t find and became a bit surprised how I missed this beautiful song. Then searched the internet and somehow managed to collect it. When I listened the song couldn’t find any difference from that cute little girl. Lata Mangeskar sang this in her young age and that time her voice was like a child. The music is no doubt too good but also there is something in the lyrics. The nice verses of the song and the sweet voice of Lata Mangeskar will compel you to listen the song till the end. It’s a sad song though I don’t think the music is perfect, it’s the tune and the lyrics which had made it a perfect sad song and it will must make you indifference. I don’t know why the song is attracting me especially the lyrics. From that day I am listening it five times in a day and each time twice or thrice and I have not tired yet. Below the link to the song is given . Listen the song and soothe your ears….

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJLdL5_QkVo

Sleeping Pill…

prabhatg — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 17:25:00 +0000

You must be thinking that I am going to give boring lectures on sleeping pill. Hey I am not a doctor. I know you are all aware of it very well as in today’s competitive world its use is increasing day by day. Confused? Thinking then what could it be? Well I will not keep you in suspense anymore. Today I will tell you a different kind of sleeping pill which I take every night. This is not like the one available in the market.

I cannot remember exactly since when it has been started but I think it’s been almost two years, I send at least one sms to a particular friend of me every night and I also get the same from her. I don’t know how it has been started but now it has become a regular practice of me. Every night after I finish my dinner I take my mobile and send her a good night sms. She also rarely misses to send me a similar sms. Sometimes we don’t have any sms to forward then we just send sms simply saying “ Ki korchis?”.

Whole day I don’t concern about her sms but as night comes my mind automatically goes on my mobile. Whatever I do my mind stays on my mobile. I keep my ears sharp if the bell ring. As soon as I hear the ring I pick up my cell and check it with the prayer in mind please be it of her . When I see her name at the top of the sms the happiness glows in my face but if it’s not of her then the frustration comes over me like I have lost everything. The night she misses it becomes a night of missing everything.

I think you have already known about my sleeping pill. Once my elder brother asked me, “Who do send you sms every night?” I jokingly said,” they are not sms they are sleeping pill,” And from that day he often tease me “If you got your sleeping pill then please sleep.”

One question always rise in mind that whether my sleeping pill will be available for my whole life and if not what do I do then? Do I have to depend on real sleeping pill then, for a peaceful sleep?

Poetryyy…

prabhatg — Sun, 05 Jul 2009 12:39:00 +0000

12 O’clock at midnight, me, Betu and Debu were studying together at betu’s home. Next day we had a midsem xam. It was going smoothly until we got stuck into a problem. The process was so confusing that everyone got puzzled and gave up. We decided to take a break. My two friends called up their girl friends and kept talking as they thought this is the best thing to do for relaxing. I was thinking what I would do, suddenly one of my friends told that his girl friend wanted us to write a poem each. I don’t understand poetry much. I think poetry is not for me, this is for talented, genius people and more than that next day was my xam and I had not finished my syllabus yet. In that situation poetry was just impossible for me. So I kept my hands off. But my two friends didn’t and to my great astonishment, just within 20 min they came up with two beautiful poems.
I have incorporated the poems into pictures with suitable background. Hope you will like it.

This one is written by Debu. This is a beautiful poem, I think, though it seems to me incomplete. The poem is too short to express poet’s feelings about “Barsha” (Monsoon). It could be a perfect starting stanza of a multi stanza poem on “Barsha”.

The second one is written by Betu. It is very interesting and funny too. When you start reading it you will laugh at the odd comparings he have used in the poem but at the end you will realize that they are not odd at all rather perfectly used. I think it is a good satire.

You must be thinking that my friends writing such beautiful poems and I am wasting time criticizing them. If everyone start writing poems then who’s gonna read them. I have decided to take the latter job.
One more thing they had not named the poems. They gave me that job but I am too lazy to do that. I am leaving this to you…;-)

A Wonderful Dream…

prabhatg — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 00:25:00 +0000

I could not remember the night but the dream I dreamt on that night. Generally I can’t remember all of my dreams but a few which are not usual and leaves a mark on my mind greatly. You may laugh reading my stupid dream or you may think I am surely a fool but whatever you think, I could not resist myself from telling my dream. I haven’t told anybody about it, I feared people might laugh at me. So this is better, write it down here, at least you will not laugh at my face.

It was a felicitation reception was held to felicitate Neha(one of my best friends) for something great she did. A large people including her parents, relatives and friends came to see the ceremony. I was also present there as an audience and seated in the front row. I was feeling a bit thrill and happy inside me as my friend was being felicitated for her great works. My eyes was searching for her but I could not find her anywhere in the hall. Suddenly someone in the stage announced her name and the audience began to clap. My eyes got stuck at the corner of the stage as I saw her climbing the stairway to the stage. She was wearing a sari; I could not exactly remember the color of the sari, it might be of magenta color or something like that. Her tresses were open and thrown on back. A sweet smile on her face made her so beautiful she was looking like an angel. A kid gave her a bouquet of roses. An aged person in the stage was telling something about her works, her contribution to the society and science. Then he rewarded her with a medal and requested her to tell something. When she took the mike there was pin drop silence in the hall. She looked at the audience and started….

“First of all thanks to all of you present here today for giving me such honor. I am so happy today. It was my dream and it’s got fulfilled today. But all the credits do not go to me; there was so many people’s help behind my success and the very first I want to mention about my parents. Without their support and encouragement I can never be here today. Thanks to my seniors and colleagues without their help it’s never been possible for me. It will be very unfair if I don’t mention one more name. He was always with me whatever may be the situation and he is the only one who believed that I could do this. There were so many times I disappointed with my work but his faith gave me energy to work hard and harder. He is one of my good friends….”

She paused for a moment and looked up; probably she was finding someone in the audience……

“…he is Prabhat…”

I just stunned at the honor she gave me in front of the world. The audience broke into claps. I don’t know why, may be her speech had been finished. I was least expecting my name and when you get something big unexpectedly you forget to react. Most of all the happiness you get at that time is the best in the world. I cannot express how I was feeling on that time. It was so wonderful. I was feeling myself as the happiest man in the world. The sound of the claps was fading away from my ears, also the vision; I was not been able to see her clearly. I thought it may be due to tears in my eyes. I lifted my hand to remove my tears….…..and I woke up. I realized that I was dreaming and it made me little sad as this was not real. But the wonderful feeling of happiness was still on me. I sat on the bed and thought about the dream for a while. Then I smiled and lay down on the bed again with the hope if the dream continued…..

It’s not just words….

prabhatg — Fri, 12 Jun 2009 17:19:00 +0000

It’s always difficult to express yourself properly in words particularly when you are not enough expressive and not so strong in words like me. There is no chance to know whether I am successful to express myself, my feelings, my thought. Well I would try my best.I am not a regular blogger. This one is my first blog.

There is something in everyone’s life they don’t like to share with their friends no matter how close the friend is. Well I might be wrong, maybe I am telling this as I don’t have such close friend. Whatever it is right now I could not find anyone with whom I can share all these. So I have chosen this blog to share all those with you which I cannot do with my friends. Sometimes we feel more comfortable with unknown to share ourselves.Whatever I will write here they are not just words they are the inner voice of me,my feelings which are very hard to keep in me also could not share with my friends and I think this is the best place to share those….