Sometimes its really, really difficult maintaining your faith in friendship. Why do we need friends? To laugh and joke and have fun, but also to get through the bad days right? For a shoulder at crisis time? And if there are friends who laugh and joke and have fun, then run a mile when the crisis erupts? Have you ever fought with a friend? Ever snapped at one when you are having a humongously bad day? Had one who could read your mind and hold your hand? A pal who just drifted apart, but then could pick up the thread years later as if no time had gone by. Someone who stood by your side even when they couldn't really do much, but just wanted to be there nevertheless? Or someone who warned you against a mistake, and was then there to pick up the pieces without even a whisper of I told you.......
If so, cherish that friend. Trust me, they are few and far in between. Trust me, I am learning from experience. What happens when you give your all to a friendship and it still lets you down? Me, I am walking away.
To the rest of my true buddies:
So no one told you life was gonna be this way
Your job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's D.O.A.
It's like you're always stuck in second gear
When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year
but
I'll be there for you
When the rain starts to pour
I'll be there for you
Like I've been there before
I'll be there for you
'Cause you're there for me too
You're still in bed at ten and work began at eight
You've burned your breakfast so far, things are going great
Your mama warned you there'd be days like these
But she didn't tell you when the world has brought you down to your knees
and
No one could ever know me
No one could ever see me
Since you're the only one who knows what it's like to be me
Someone to face the day with
Make it through all the best with
Someone who always laughs at
Even when I'm at my worst, I'm best with you
Yeah!
I'll be there for you
I'll be there for you
I'll be there for you
'Cause you're there for me too
- From the soundtrack of Friends
All about living in this crazy, wonderful city called Bombay
August 18, 2008
August 07, 2008
Slow Dance
This describes my mood perfectly at the moment...btw, does anyone know wrote it??
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,"hi"
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,"hi"
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
August 02, 2008
I am back (this time forever)!!!!!
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry...and thanks a triple million tonnes for everyone who has been mailing in this last year, despite the fact that I vanished most unceremoniously!! That's because I was doing a full time job that didn't allow me to run a parallel blog, but now am happily back to freelancing so this blog goes live again!!!!!!!
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