Sunday, 27 October 2013

FRIENDS : A TRUE RELATION

                           

"Jaa katti ab mujhse baat mat karna aur mere ghar phone bhi mat karna" these were the words that I used to say to my friends when I was a kid.  At that time friends were made on the basis of who will deliver maximum number of chocolates by the birthday child. Though it sounds very lamocent (lame+innocent) but this is the behavior that most of us adapted to. Friends were like our private property, we had the right to say them to not to talk to xyz because he/she didn’t give me an extra bar of his/her chocolate. 

                    As a child it's very difficult to know that who is a true friend and who is there only for a personal desire. As I grew older and understood the feasibility things became clearer than a blur picture. The ability to discernment developed and most essentially the judgments modified. Friends are neither one’s personal property nor a person who should be utilized only for favorable intentions. It's not obligatory to make hundreds of friends yet on the obversely it needful to make one amongst the hundreds a true friend. The only one thing that matters the most is the QUALITY OF FRIENDS NOT THE QUANTITY OF THEM. Friends who are there with you when you are happy but on the contrary absent when you are in sorrow are no true friend's verily they are not worth being anyone’s friend. 

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

F orever available  

R eliable

I  ncredible stupiod

E ncouring

N ever ending             love&care         

D ecent only in           front of parents

                                                                            S upporting for                                                                                       lifetime

This is the definition of F.R.I.E.N.D.S for me a true bond of relation at times worth multiple times more than blood relations. I have been blessed in my life that I have got really golden friends and this is why I firmly stand by the definition of friends. The time my mother perished I came across the worthiness and essentialness for friends. It was a very stressful and depressing time for everyone in the family we all deliberatively engaged ourselves into something or the other. Udbhav Sharma a.k.a Uddu bhaiyya(my elder brother) was and is still there for me whenever I need his help or guidance on anything. He became a mother + friend for everyone in the family of four. It is not possible for anyone one to hide their sorrow for a longer time so even bhai would cry out so I took help of the net and I at that time met a tyrant looking boy on face book though I hesitatingly accepted his friend request but was a little timid to talk to him. As the day's passed by and the dissemination took place I was regretting my prejudgment towards him. He was always there whenever i needed to talk to anyone no matter what time and what place he was in. He is my dearest buddy Dharmil Shanishwara a.k.a Dammy whom i met almost 1-1.5years ago. Though he is tedious at times but chuckle some most of the time and what so ever no one’s perfect neither am I.

                 After the college sessions took place I was ones again blessed by my mother who send me an arsonistory and cold-hearted looking but on the contrary very jocular, immensely diligent and reinforced friend. He is Sanjeev Kumar Pal a.k.a Sanju he is worth being ones friend because he defines the meaning of one. Udbhav Sharma, Dharmil Shanishwara the last but not the least Sanju they are all not only appropriate but a perfect example of what a friend should be. I am immensely happy that my mother is watching me and sending her advice, love and care indirectly via them. I hope that most of the peeps are blessed by one such friend.

                                      


                                                                                                -MANASVI SHARMA
                                                                                                  BJMC (3rd sem)

                           

                   

                 


                                       

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