Yes, it was not tasty…!!! But I loved it.
It was calm Sunday noon, I was read a novel ” I too had a love story”. Book is awesome by an Indian writer, I was feeling happy after reading few scene between Two main characters. I closed book, and left for some work.
I started me bike, it was peaceful on road, no traffic at all. I saw a girl some 19 year old, wearing jeans and T shirt, open hair, talking on phone and holding one plastic bag in her hand with some oranges in it. But what I noticed was She was crying loudly, and she was trying to convince someone on other side of phone call.i am sure it will be some love relationships issue.
But I feel sad when I saw someone crying like this on road as such scene reminds me one of school friend’s break up.
He was also crying on phone and her girl friend was not giving damn about it.
We were at “chowpaty” at Porbandar, I knew his whole 3 years old love story, and I was happy for him that both love each other a lot. But letter I went to other city for my job, and he called me up that he is going through Break up, and he needs me, so went there to meet him. He told me everything that he saw his girlfriend with some other boy at Garden, and then he fought with his girlfriend, and told her that never call me again and all stuff. But after a just week he started to miss her again, and he started texting and calling her again but now she was not giving replay.
I told him that if she is having affair with someone else. Leave her, she is not even worth for a single text. Just forget her, and don’t call her or text her.
But he was like wanted to talk with her last time and wanted to ask why you did this?
He called me from my phone, she picked up, and my friend started to crying like baby. Was saying on phone baby I love you so much, I miss you so much, please don’t leave me, I am sorry, I will never doubt on you. Please i will die without you and bla..bla..bla..
She hanged up the call, and my friend was still crying and hugged me.
It was all long before, and now my that friend is happily married with some other girl.
I felt to call him to tease him.
I called him, and asked him do you remember that break up day ? Crying like baby ? And we both laughed.
I hope this young girl who was crying on road talking with someone on phone will laugh soon with such funny memories of break up days.
“Time is the only solution of all the problems”
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The meaning of life is to create heaven on earth.
None of us know what will happen when we breathe out our last breath and we walk through the big blue door into whatever lies beyond. For ever and ever. I find that, to say the least, unspeakably and all-encompassingly TERRIFYING.
The meaning of my life, as far as I’m concerned, is to do whatever I can to contribute towards bringing humanity and science to a point where there is no disease, no death, no hunger, no poverty, no recessions, no environmental destruction.
Maybe we’ll never get to the point where science is advanced enough and political cadres progressive enough to bring about highly advanced, zero-footprint agricultural systems, perfectly automated economic systems, perfectly automated medical care and perfectly automated education.
Still, the possibility that every human being could have abundant food, excellent medical care and comprehensive education at zero cost to anyone is just too massively rewarding to ignore.
- No more debates on welfare since the essential goods welfare would provide cost nothing or very close to nothing.
- No more recessions set off by human error.
- Maybe even no more death if we manage to reverse age and upgrade body parts if is anywhere close to the truth.
- No more human cogs in the economic machine working 9–5 to do what a machine will be able to do. Spend more time with your children, manage your assets and wealth, contribute to science and research full-time, write a symphony, or build that Minecraft metropolis.
That’s what gives me hope – turning this earth from the spinning clusterf*ck we have now into a place that’s as close to heaven as possible.
PS. I suppose I am what you could call Christian. I love the culture and tradition of the Dutch Reformed Church I was raised in, I think faith adds great utility to my life and I have zero interest in converting anyone or interfering with anyone else’s life or lifestyle choices.
No-one can rationally prove what lies beyond death, and I’m quite contented in acting as an industrious, ethical human being for as long as I live and believing that there’s a divine Bed & Breakfast in the sky where I will be able to be reunited with my family and loved ones one day – in case we don’t manage to attain immortality.
(This is not my blog, but i read somewhere, full credits goes to whoever wrote this)
Indian PM Narendra Modi, answred all the answers in Rajysabha on 7th of feb 2017. Must listen.
After awesome response on my today’s blog on Valentine’s Day, I thought to write one more from home.
I switched on my laptop, and was about to start writing but my wife asked me for a favor.
She asked me to do this.
I know its borring but she is hardworking lady, She works 9 to 8 and household things too, I thought i should help her with it. And i enjoyed doing this.
So no blogging today, But helping her.
I found it creative, interesting and loving. I may do it daily after office hours.its almost done.
I love my beautiful life.
Thank you lord.
I was sitting at the friend’s flower shop, it was 10.30 in the morning of valentine day of 2016.
The store was full of the young crowd, buying red roses for their loved once. I could see happiness & love on everyone’s faces. I started missing my old college days of 2005.
I was 23 years old and I was buying flowers from road side vendors for my girlfriend Shital, I was also very happy as we were going to meet at her home, there was no one at her home, and that was the first time we were going to have such privacy and that too on valentine day.
I bought a bunch of red roses and drove my bike towards her home at full speed to reach there as soon as possible. I got the text on my mobile saying that she is waiting for me. I replied “I am on the way” and drove the bike at full speed again in the city area, It was full of traffic but I was in a hurry to meet my love life. It was hardly 3 km away from my post. While driving on the road, one of our common friend ” Hiren” was coming from her society gate, He waved hand and I replied with my hand, thinking what he was doing in my girlfriend’s society today? With that thought, Bike speed, driving single handily & looking at “Hiren”, I met with small accident, I remember I fell down on the road, but I ignore pain and went towards my gf’s home.
I knocked the door, it was open, I went inside to give her surprise, she was talking on phone with the same guy whom I saw on the way, She was crying on the phone, I entered in the room, but she ignored me and ran outside, I ran behind her, I saw Hirem was also running towards her from the other side, both raced each other, she hugged him and cried. I went from there and never looked back.
Today, after so many years I am back in the same city and I saw someone look like Shital coming towards the shop, I stood up to check if she is suitable or someone else, I recognized her from the distance, I hid myself in a corner behind the long flower table, She was my ex. Shital. She bought red flowers, I am sure that will be for that common friend “Hiren” only, to check and confirm I followed her.
She entered in the Graveyard, I saw she put flowers on one grave, sat there, cried and left from there. I stayed there, she left the graveyard. I went to that grave to check who it was.
There was writing on the grave as below.
“Died on 14th of Feb 2005.”
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I found life positive after reading this. 🙂 good one
Last night, had a conversation with one of my friend over whatsapp. She was complaining about her husband that she ain’t look foxy as she was looking before few years ago and that’s why her husband is no longer loves and cares for her. She was crying over her secrifies she has done for her husband. Her last lines left deep impression in my mind “Menonlyneedsandcaresforfoxybody, onceyourbeautystartedfeding, sodoeshislovestartedfedingouttoo.”
I was unable to sleep after that conversation. However, I mange to sleep with those last lines.
Early in the morning,
I wake up, went to bathroom, freshan up and while was wiping my face I looked into mirror and started observing my skin and was trying to find wrinkles if any? I questioned myself “do I look the same?…
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