Sunday, September 17, 2006

CALL FROM MY OLD FRIEND

Usually, I wake up at around 8:30 or 9 in the morning, but today its only 7:30 I am already out from my bed, sitting infornt of my computer to jot down something that happened few moments ago... At around 6 am, I was in my deep sleep all of sudden, I got a call from unknown number and I wonder who can this be coz most of my frens doesn't even know my number..then within doubts I just picked up the call and OH MY GOD!! He was non other than my old friend Dipen. I was absolutely shocked and happy to hear his voice after such a long time back and that also early in the morning.. in my mobile, it was absolutely WOW .
At first I din't recognize his voice but later on I caught him, he told me that he got my number from Umesh we talked for few minutes and he told me thesedays he is busy in shopping, I thought since Dashain is around the corner that's why he must be busy in shopping but I was wrong coz after few sec he told me with a very low voice that he is going to Australia for his Further studies....and that also on coming Thursday.... I felt so good but at a same time bad too...Huh!! one more friend who is very good and honest ...is going to be apart from me...
I don't know why but he was sounding so low.... then I promised him to be at his house on wednesday evening and put the phone down. Then I was not able to give continuity to my sleep, and how can I also... so, I just came to share all these things with my blog.......

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At 10:58:00 pm , Anonymous deepak_jha said...

Learn to Love Your Dad !!
YOUR DAD

When you were 8 years old,
your dad handed you an ice cream.
You thanked him by dripping it all over your lap.

When you were 9 years old,
he paid for piano lessons.
You thanked him by never even bothering to practice.

When you were 10 years old,
he drove you all day, from soccer to gymnastics to one
birthday party after another.
You thanked him by jumping out of the car and never looking back.

When you were 11 years old,
he took you and your friends to the movies.
You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row.

When you were 12 years old,
he warned you not to watch certain TV shows.
You thanked him by waiting until he left the house.

When you were 13,
he suggested a haircut that was becoming.
You thanked him by telling him he had no taste.

When you were 14,
he paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter.

When you were 15,
he came home from work, looking for a hug.
You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked.

When you were 16,
he taught you how to drive his car.
You thanked him by taking it every chance you could.

When you were 17,
he was expecting an important call.
You thanked him by being on the phone all night.

When you were 18,
he cried at your high school graduation.
You thanked him by staying out partying until dawn.

When you were 19,
he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus, carried your bags.
You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be
embarrassed in front of your friends.

When you were 25,
he helped to pay for your wedding, and he cried and told you how deeply he
loved you.
You thanked him by moving halfway across the country.

When you were 50,
he fell ill and needed you to take care of him.
You thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their
children.

And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did
came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART.

lucky_deepak_jha@yahoo.com

 
At 11:00:00 pm , Anonymous deepak_jha said...

Learn to Love Your Dad !!
YOUR DAD

When you were 8 years old,
your dad handed you an ice cream.
You thanked him by dripping it all over your lap.

When you were 9 years old,
he paid for piano lessons.
You thanked him by never even bothering to practice.

When you were 10 years old,
he drove you all day, from soccer to gymnastics to one
birthday party after another.
You thanked him by jumping out of the car and never looking back.

When you were 11 years old,
he took you and your friends to the movies.
You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row.

When you were 12 years old,
he warned you not to watch certain TV shows.
You thanked him by waiting until he left the house.

When you were 13,
he suggested a haircut that was becoming.
You thanked him by telling him he had no taste.

When you were 14,
he paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter.

When you were 15,
he came home from work, looking for a hug.
You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked.

When you were 16,
he taught you how to drive his car.
You thanked him by taking it every chance you could.

When you were 17,
he was expecting an important call.
You thanked him by being on the phone all night.

When you were 18,
he cried at your high school graduation.
You thanked him by staying out partying until dawn.

When you were 19,
he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus, carried your bags.
You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be
embarrassed in front of your friends.

When you were 25,
he helped to pay for your wedding, and he cried and told you how deeply he
loved you.
You thanked him by moving halfway across the country.

When you were 50,
he fell ill and needed you to take care of him.
You thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their
children.

And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did
came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART.

lucky_deepak_jha@yahoo.com

 
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