Why my best friend?

Sense of happiness
For the wished days are before
With whom I crave to spent
Sense of sadness
Being now near me
Like forgot those sweet days

As children our thought were same
As we grow it various
Unexpected alternation in our lives
You brought big changes in our relation
Being distance in place those days
Were times of excite to see and talk
Now very near, I feel an ocean gap
Were everything sinks in this gap

How do u forget the days of
Mingle sleeping and laughing
By mid night story talking.
You smiling on aloof
Silently speaking and alone
Living in a world,
Me talking with old memories.

My heart still without a reason
Why you keep distance from me
It makes me sorrow, to see you in different mind
You my best friend, why this solitude stage.

Crisis time for Indian Team

It’s really a great disappointment for Indian people, on Saturday night, (whom where in the dreams of world cup) where the B section India lost to our neighbor country Bangladesh in 5-wicket difference in the World Cup Series. What sad us was the deceit of losing 5 wickets below 20 minutes. Because of this the cricket fans in India were in seethe and involving in protest; burning and stone throwing on players house.

I feel their sense and the love they kept on cricket, but involving in violence must be contempt. But who would be response for a citizen of Gujarat who died in cardioid attack, after seeing that India defeat? After all it’s a game, losing and gaining are normal. When our team wins, we all enjoy; when they lost why are we not with them. If we itself protest against them, then who will support them.

India’s sorrowful bating, have meager the hope between fans of winning the world cup. That’s not the final match is it; we have another chance today to face the challenge against Bermuda. We can hope this time they will score more, but India needs more concentration and practice to face Sri Lanka to enter Super Eights. Between Ganguly’s fans were not in this protest and praising his 66 runs to declare he is the true champion.

Cheers Indian Team!! Don't loss hope.

Silence

Love creates the silence
When it shares form deep heart
Silence is something different
For those differently hearing and speaking
Others unaware when their vision speaks
Words silence when their gesture speaks.

Love is a silence feel
When it enters our hearts
The welfare that gives
Can’t be express through words
That’s wishes of joy
Time for dreams and imaginations to stroll

Smiling born baby, seeing her mom’s face
Is a silent language between mom and baby
Silently blooming flowers
Will makes us happy loudly
Different expressions on faces
Is a silence art

Nights were silence
Till little mosquitoes sings
Mid sea silence in the noon
Till birds make sweet noise
Air is silence
Till it strikes on leaves
Memories comes silently
Till it brings tears and joy in loud


# # Little thoughts after reading priya's silence

Pony Express (as a tag)

This post is out of rules, which was to grab the closest book and write the 5th sentence from page 123. Here is an info tag post. I present this post (tag) to my friend Kay, where he tagged me.

Nowadays, when we want to communicate, we either email the person or SMS them. Everything happens at the click of a mouse or the pressing of few buttons. But in the olden days it was not so. At one time, if we wanted to mail a letter, we wrote the letter, put it in an envelope, stamped the envelope and dropped it in a post box. After that it was the postman's job.

But in the 1850s for people in America to communicate to someone in the west, their letters went by overland coach and usually took weeks to get there. One enterprising freight company decided to speed things up by hiring 80 men to take the mail to the west on horseback. In 1860, the Pony Express was formed. The riders for the Pony Express were chosen for their lightweight as well as their riding ability. Most of them were young boys. The route they undertook was a rugged one; it went from St. Joseph Missouri to Sacramento, California, a distance of over 1,800 miles! Each rider rode a total of 75 miles, changing ponies at stations posted at ten-mile intervals.

The mail was carried in four leather boxes, which were attached to a special saddle blanket, thrown over the saddle. The changing of ponies was done in two minutes. The speed was a bonus, because it cut the average delivery time from several weeks to about 10 days. The fastest trip was made in seven days and 17 hours. This record was set by the rider carrying President Abraham Lincoln's first message to Congress. The poor riders had to ride through unknown terrain; some routes exposed them to attacks from Red Indians and led them through dangerous territories.

For all this dangerous work they received decent salaries of $25 per week. Newspaper ads for riders listed one important requirement orphans preferred. Though exciting, the pony express was a short-lived experiment. It lasted for only 19 months. By then, from coast to coast there was a telegraph line and this was definitely a faster way to send messages. We sure live in better times. Just imagine waiting for a fortnight or more for a message to reach a dear one and another fortnight for their answer to reach us. Aren't we just grateful for all the technological developments and latest means of communications?

Weekend with dachu

This is my uncle’s daughter Dharshini, she was visiting my house gone weekend. I am seeing her after few months, as she we in her grandma house. In this few months she has grown well and become sister for a 6 month-old boy Sachin. It was a happy surprise that I couldn’t expect she would be visiting our house.

I should tell, I had a sweet weekend with her; whenever she calls me jeeva mama (uncle), I feel so happy. The four hours with her is not enough, she was good in painting on computer, and also handling mouse. She was enjoying my collections of funny videos and photo’s. Being in LKG, she was not only intelligent and one thing that increased in her was the speaking cleverly. Don’t hope she would be very serene by seeing this sin like pic, now she is the much ado child in our family and his bro is getting ready to snatch her place soon. Some one scold or dint’s give she get more angry, good time I haven’t make her angry and her slogans are superb

I heard that she was keeping her bro on her lap and singing Munba va song… and recent news from her was, she won 1st prize in running race. U could see her drawing above like she and her bro was riding bike.