ONE FOR GLORIA.................... POSTCARD FROM AN ALL WEATHER FRIEND

There are good times and then there are bad times. Good times bring friends, well wishers in hordes and bad times, more often than not tends to be a lonely fight. After a bright sunny day, when the lightening strikes, suddenly you discover that they are gone and most are standing on the other side of the fence and not on yours.

But Miracles do happen, people do get saved.Even I got a new life from a hopeless situation. Just when my hope was breathing last, going down little further on the lonesome dark road, came a friend called Gloria and suddenly I began to smile again and I told myself, hey! after all this place isn't as bad as I had thought. My emotions are not a one man show, but there are others too ( ...doesn't matter if they are in minority and disappearing fast these days) who feel the same way.

Nice to hear from you Gloria..........Thanks for being on my side of the fence.

Love n Best, Wherever you are :-)

DRINK TO THAT.........A TRUE FRIENDSHIP. POSTCARD CELEBRATING A SPECIAL DAY

HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY TO ALL MY FELLOW EARTHLINGS!!

TRUE LOVE N FRIENDSHIP....MONEY CAN'T BUY. POSTCARD OF THE DAY

Yes it's true, money can buy many things brand new
but neither love nor friendship the big bucks can buy even that's true
People have tried, some of them even succeeded, but only for a while....just for a little while.

AN ODE TO MY FAIR-WEATHER FRIENDS !!

If you are reading this . Remember all the good times we had together, the musketeer spirit - "one for all, all for one" we thought would never go away. Alas !!!

you call yourself a friend, still unwilling to make amends
you say I sympathize, it's sad what happened, it wasn't right
you say I care, sorry got too busy and I wasn't there

Hey! stop playing these little games I hate
Would rather wait then to have you as my mate
I've been sittin' waitin' thinkin' all this while
why does it happen, why people are so full of guile
good times bring friends like you in plenty I know now
I have learnt my lesson well, you may go now
don't look back, don't you bother
and stop calling yourself my compadre, my brother.

Ties that bind !!.......Me n' my compadre

It was business as usual on the first two days of this month. Took a whirlwind maiden official tour of the garden city, Bangalore.....oops! Bangaluru. After a hectic drill, good number of meetings on day one, met my bro' , my compadre, Sanju. Words can't describe the feeling. All those beautiful memories....of the school, the college and the post grad', came alive. I wish we could go back in time and reconstruct all those golden moments again.

I don't have many close buddies I can call brothers, but Sanju's friendship will always be special. It means a lot to me ............. He means a lot to me.