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Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love.

One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left.

Except for Love. Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment. When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.

Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said,”Richness, can you take me with you?” Richness answered, “No, I can’t. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you.”

Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. “Vanity, please help me!”"I can’t help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat,” Vanity answered.

Sadness was close by so Love asked, “Sadness, let me go with you.”"Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!”

Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her.

Suddenly, there was a voice, “Come, Love, I will take you.” It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going.

When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realising how much was owed the elder, Love asked Knowledge, another elder, “Who Helped me?”"It was Time,” Knowledge answered.

“Time?” asked Love.
“But why did Time help me?” Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, “Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is.”

I love this Tamil Short Film “Kathalil Suthappuvathu Eppady” (How to Screw your love)…

Now many people can cope up with failed / strained relationship. When i came to know about suicide of model Viveka Babajee I thought I must openup. I can understand how it pains with my personal experience. How I felt at that time was;

• Was unable to accept the reality that the relationship is over. Kept thinking that some miracle would happen & the person would revert back.
• Was always living on the virtual world with the golden memories spent with the person.
• Wanted to be alone. Not even with close friends.
• Felt there was no meaning in living.
• All the better memories and better things on hand became valueless.
• Thought of ending life also prevailed on the corner of the mind.
• Brain stopped working.
• Didn’t feel like going to office, work, sleep, eat etc.

To keep it short I became like a living dead body. All i ask such people is to hold the nerve. There is definitely good in every bad. But we have to live to see all the exciting new things.

After overcoming months of pain. I came across lot of good humans whom i’d have missed if I stayed with the person. I’m happy today that I got a lot of deserving things for the loss I had and sure to get more too.

These are the things I did to overcome the tough phase;

• I travelled to places where I’ve never been with my ex;
• Moved to a place which was totally NEW. The place didn’t give me any memories of the past.
• Created an hobby in Blogging to express my thought. This was one medium which was really helpful.
• Developed another hobby in photography & vagabond travel.
• Joined a GYM.

Overall I kept myself engaged fully that I didn’t have time to think about her and over time we get beautiful things what were worth than the loss.

Last thing is we must not forget that the person who had left us has a lot to loose than us. Experience of over coming tough patch of life is a wonderful feel. We must be gifted to get to feel the fain in it. And i’m happy for what has happened to me.

For people who had broken relationships move ahead! experience! and document your experience for others.

A 9 year old boy got a 6 year beautiful girlz photo on the street side & he loved that girl so much but he was not able to meet that girl again!

Couple of years later his wife saw the photo & asked “Where did you get this photo”

He asked, “Why?” she said,”I Lost d Photo wen i was 6 years”

Moral: True Love never Fails…

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I’m really carried away by this Chetan Bhagat speech and also it makes sense.

Don’t just have career or academic goals. set goals to give you a balanced, successful life. i use the word balanced before successful. balanced means ensuring your health, relationship, mental peace are all in good order. there is no point of getting a promotion on the day of your breakup. there is no fun in driving a car if your back hurts. shopping is not enjoyable if your mind is full of tension.

Life is one of those races in nursery school where you have to run with a marble in a spoon kept in your mouth. if the marble falls, there is no point coming first. same is with life where health and relationships are the marble. your striving is only worth if it there is harmony in your life. else, you may achieve the success, but this spark, this feeling of being exciting and alive, will start to die.

One thing about nurturing the spark – don’t take life seriously. life is not meant to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. we are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. if we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. and 50 years just 2500 weekends. do we really need to get so worked up?

It’s ok, bunk a few classes, scoring low in couple of papers, goof up a few interviews, take leave from work, Enjoy with your friends, fall in love, little fights with your loved ones. We are people, not programmed decided.

Don’t be serious, be sincere.

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said I love you but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.

‘What’s wrong, are you well,’ she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.

‘I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you,’ I responded. ‘Just two of us.’

She thought about it for a moment, and then said, ‘I would like that very much.’

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous.

When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.

She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel’s.

‘I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, ‘she said, as she got into the car. ‘They can’t wait to hear about our meeting’. We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady.

After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there star ing at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.

‘It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,’ she said. ‘Then it’s time that you relax and let me return the favor,’ I responded.

During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation – nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other’s life.

We talked so much that we missed the movie.

As we arrived at her house later, she said, ‘I’ll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.’ I agreed.

‘How was your dinner date?’ asked my wife when I got home. ‘Very nice.

Much more so than I could have imagined,’ I answered.

A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn’t have time to do anything for h er.

Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined.

An attached note said: ‘I paid this bill in advance. I wasn’t sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates – one for you & the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me.

I love you, son.

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: ‘I LOVE YOU!’ and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than God and your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till ‘some other time.’

Pass this along to everyone with an aging parent, to a friend, to an adult.

A student asks a teacher, “What is love?”

The teacher said, “in order to answer your question, go to the wheat field and choose the biggest wheat and come back.

But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick.”

The student went to the field, go thru first row, he saw one big wheat, but he wonders….may be there is a bigger one later.

Then he saw another bigger one… But may be there is an even bigger one waiting for him.

Later, when he finished more than half of the wheat field, he start to realize that the wheat is not as big as the previous one he saw, he know he has missed the biggest one, and he regretted.

So, he ended up went back to the teacher with empty hand.

The teacher told him, “…this is love… You keep looking for a better one, but when later you realise, you have already miss the person….”

“What is marriage then?” the student asked.

The teacher said, “in order to answer your question, go to the corn field and choose the biggest corn and come back. But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick.”

The student went to the corn field, this time he is careful not to repeat the previous mistake, when he reach the middle of the field, he has picked one medium corn that he feel satisfy, and come back to the teacher..

The teacher told him, “this time you bring back a corn…. You look for one that is just nice, and you have faith and believe this is the best one you get…. This is marriage.”

Courtesy : Sundar Kumar

Once, there was guy, who was in love with a girl. She wasn’t the most beautiful and rocking but for him, she was everything.

He used to dream about her, about spending the rest of life with her. His friends told him, “why do you dream so much about her, when you don’t even know if she loves you or not?
First tell her your feelings, and get to know if she likes you or not”.
He felt that was the right way. The girl knew that this guy loves her.

One day when he proposed, she rejected him.

His friends thought he would take wrong decision and ruin his life.
To their surprise, he was not depressed.
When they asked him how was it that he is not sad, he replied,

“‘Why should I feel bad? I lost one who never loved me & she lost the one who really loved and cared for her.”

NEVER CRY FOR ANY RELATION IN LIFE BECAUSE

FOR THE ONE WHOM YOU CRY  

DOES NOT DESERVE YOUR TEARS AND THE ONE WHO DESERVES

WILL NEVER LET YOU CRY………………..!!!!!

IT’S 7TH GRADE..

I stared at the girl next to me… She was my so called “best friend”… I stared at her… Long, silky hair… And I wished she was mine… But she didn’t notice me like that… I knew it… After class she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before… And I handed them to her… She said “thanks”… And gave me a kiss on the cheek… I wanted to tell her… I want her to know that I don’t want to be “just friends”… I love her but I’m too shy to tell her… And I don’t know why…

IT’S JUNIOR YEAR..

My phone rang… On the other end it was her… She was in tears… Mumbling on and on about how her love had broken her heart… She asked me to come over because she didn’t want to be alone… So I did… As I sat next to her on the sofa… I stared at her soft eyes… Wishing she was mine… After 2 hours… I Drew Barrymore movie… And 3 bags of chips… She decided to go to sleep… She looked at me.. Said “thanks” and gave me a kiss on the cheek… I wanted to tell her… I want her to know… That I don’t want to be “just friends”… I love her but I’m too shy to tell her… And I don’t know why…

IT’S SENIOR YEAR..

The day before prom… She walked to my locker… “My date is sick” she said… He’s not going to go… Well… I didn’t have a date and in 7th grade… We made a promise that if neiter of us had dates… We’d go together just as “best friends”… And so we did…

IT’S PROM NIGHT..

After everything was over with… I was standing at her front door step… I stared at her … She smiled at me… I wanted her to be mine… But she doesn’t think of me like that… And I know it… Then she said “I had the best time… Thanks!”… And she gave me a kiss on the cheek… I wanted to tell her… I wanted her to know that I don’t want to be “just friends”… I love her but I’m just too shy… And I don’t know why…

IT’S GRADUATION DAY..

A day passed… And then a week… And then a month… Before I could blink… It was graduation day… I watched her… Perfect body… Floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma… I wanted her to be mine… But she doesn’t think of me that way… And I know it… Before everyone went home… She came to me in her smock and hat… And cried as I hugged her… Then she lifted her head from my shoulders and said “you’re my best friend”… “Thanks!”… And gave me a kiss on the cheek… I wanted to tell her.. I wanted to know that I wanted to be more than “just friends”… I love her but I’m too shy… And I don’t know why…

IT’S A FEW YEARS LATER..

Now I sit in the pews of the church… A church that she is getting married in now… I watched her say “I do” an drive off to her new life… Married to another man… I wanted her to be mine… But she didn’t see me like that… And I knew it… But before she drove away… She came to me and said “You came!… Thanks!”… And she kissed me on the cheek… I wanted to tell her… I wantd her to know that I didn’t want to be “just friends”… I love her but I’m just too shy… And I don’t know why…

YEARS PASSED..

I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my “best friend”… At the service they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years… This is what it said… “I stare at him… Wishing he was mine… But he doesn’t notice me like that… And I know it… I wanted to tell him… I wanted him to know… That I don’t want to be “just friends”… I love him but I’m just too shy… And I don’t know why… I wish he would tell me he loved me”… I wish I did too… I thought to myself and I cried…
rest in peace my Love