Moments and Memories…!!

April 16, 2009

Life widout you, is not a life at all…!! I MISS U FRIEND

Filed under: Uncategorized — Mishra @ 18:34
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y did we fight...??

IF THINGS  HAVE TO END, WHY NOT END THEM GRACEFULLY… ITS ALWAYS BETTER TO LIVE IN THE MEMORIES OF THE MEMORABLE PAST WE HAD TOGETHER THAN TO BE IN CONSTANT PAIN OF PRESENT…!!
SOMETHIMES ALL IT TAKES IS A NUDGE…!!

EVERY MOMENT THAT IS ALLOWED TO PASS IS A MOMENT OF TOGETHERNESS LOST FOREVER….!!

 

The story is about three best friends- Raj, Teena, Anjali… in KG class…
Teena and Anjali were best friends from nursery… long before they ever knew what ‘friendship’ is- together always…

Then in KG class came RAJ- and the friend circle widened.
Three of them had their ways of handling things… their jokes which were undrerstood only by them, their standard of sarcasm which none other than the three can withstand… and they were happy that ways…

Suddenly, there was a wave of misunderstanding and things started to change… there were less talks and the group was no more a gang. They weren’t comfortable in each other’s company.

The winter vacations followed- playing with other kids was no fun… they missed each other…

Schools reopened… each one of them wanted to talk now.

Anjali: Teena, mein tele che cholly bolna chahti hun… yaal, is baal chuttiyon mein bilkul mazaa nahin aaya…

Teena: haan yaala, mein bhi bahut bole hui… pata hai, ich baal padna pada, koi khelne ke liye aata hi nahin tha ghal pe. Anjali tu guchha hai kya mele che…??

Anjali: pagal hai kya… mein bhi to nahin khel payi ich baal… ab jo bhi hua uche bhool jaate hain, aul kal che fil se ghal-ghal khelte hain. Raj ko dekha kya…??

But Raj didn’t come to school that day. They asked his neighbor Aman if he knew where Raj is?
Aman: “Wo to chala gaya… Ushke papa ka transhfer ho gaya… ushne kaha hai ki wo tum logon ke bina bahut bole hua is baar chuttiyon mein…
yaar, tum logon mein ladai hui thi kya… kyun..??”

Silence followed….

None of them knew…
Raj, Teena, Anjali… THE best friends forever… didn’t know what bought them together… and what parted them forever…

Anjali and Teena will miss Raj… they never knew that it will be so easy to be together again.
and Raj is already missing them…!!

 

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11 Comments »

  1. hope Anjali n Teena will meet Raj someday..after all duniya itni bhi badi nahi hai..
    Kafi acha likhte ho lohit..hope iske sequel bhi padhne ko milega..
    🙂

    Comment by Ani — April 16, 2009 @ 19:49 | Reply

  2. rohit i doubt u to be raj…spell it out yaar…n who’s is dat awesum painting???

    Comment by Tirtha — April 16, 2009 @ 20:12 | Reply

  3. @Ani… nahinyaar… iska sequelk nahin hai… the story ends hee forever. Story was interesting till three of them were together- alone thy are not even themselves….

    @tirtha: bhai, the painting i searshed on net as i always do…
    and naa.. m not Raj…

    Comment by Mishra — April 17, 2009 @ 00:33 | Reply

  4. the story is npthing but a fake narration of what i have seen many a times around me… friendships dying in misunderstandings… and then by ego….

    all it takes is a start from either end… and things are backon track… but many of us dont get a chance to realise it ever…
    Anjali and teeena are together. They talked…
    Raj is alone… for everybody failed to make a timely start… and then there was no time but to contemplate….

    that’s the whole story…!!!

    Comment by Mishra — April 17, 2009 @ 00:40 | Reply

  5. grt story buddy..so next yash chopra is here..;)

    Comment by krishna kant — April 17, 2009 @ 12:38 | Reply

  6. hope anjali , raj and teena meet someday …afterall when ur such great friends, no matter how much time u spend apart, u can take off from where u left!! 🙂

    Comment by pri — April 18, 2009 @ 10:30 | Reply

  7. the story was just ‘wow’! you write well.. 🙂

    p.s. you have left a comment on my blog(your first comment) and I am about to reply for it..:) – my notification..:P

    Comment by Kajal aka The Pink Orchid — April 18, 2009 @ 13:01 | Reply

  8. and thank you so much for stopping by The Pink Orchid.. 🙂 hope to see you there again..:)

    Comment by Kajal aka The Pink Orchid — April 18, 2009 @ 13:02 | Reply

  9. replied to your comment again.. 🙂

    p.s. I sure have provoked some thoughts in you.. I am glad I could do that.. 🙂

    Comment by Kajal aka The Pink Orchid — April 18, 2009 @ 15:29 | Reply

  10. replied yet again.. 🙂

    Comment by Kajal aka The Pink Orchid — April 18, 2009 @ 15:41 | Reply

  11. Heya!!
    The story reminds me of the last chapter of “Malgudi days”.
    Those who have read it, will definitely understand why. 🙂
    “Friendship” and “love” are perhaps the two most talked about topics.
    All i know is that its wonderful to have friends.
    And to be someone’s fren is equally divine. I miss those days when we needed 2 minutes bicycle ride to reach a fren’s house. Time has changed, and so have our ways. But where everyting else has suffered a loss in the matter of relationships, there is indeed one thing which has prospered, dat being the understanding. There have been occasions when my frens have accepted my professional commitments or have called up simply to say “hey, u alright?” There are no bicycle rides now, but surely there are other ways just to let your frens kno u love dem and u r concerned about them. There are times when I don’t get time to breathe, but i try to send my frens an SMS about how my day was or wat I had been doing al day. It mite not be long, in fact as short as “uff ye office :(” or may be “going home :D”. But its there.

    Comment by Priyanka — May 6, 2009 @ 13:01 | Reply


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