Today, I was chatting on facebook with one of my friend. Suddenly he reminded me that I am forgetting one of good thing in me. It's writing. Even, I did not realize, really, I was forgetting about this. I loved writing. But, people did not like my writing that's why there were very less comments on the post or few, even, did not receive one. Bad thing!
Most of my blog were about the girl I love. But, she does not love me. It's also bad thing. It's pain or say It's the worst thing I can realize. But the fact is fact! What I can do with this, It's up to her?
Usually, I realized today this blog was not for the peoples. Something is missing was for me only. When, I see the post I can realize the happening of my past. Some were good, some were bitter. But, now they are memory and learning and of course smiles.
Some people came in life and they became friends. And, contrary other way, some people came and they made me realize that devils also live here. Some people turned out to be this much selfish even my foolishness will not allow to trust on them(read it him).
Since last year, I was in bad state always. Life had taken 360 degree turn and I was puzzled at every happening. My social condition was bad but to add spice in this, my health was deceiving me at every step. I had read somewhere when luck is not working, hard work is paid. But, even I did not had strength to do hard work. My hemoglobin count was making sure I sleep all the time and when I would wake up, I would search food. At some point of time I was ready to eat raw meats. But this day did not come. Sometimes, bathroom was the best place to shed tears. I forgot the count... How many times I had to say "I am fine with smiling face" when I wanted scream loudly at the moment of receiving momma's call.
Now, I think I am the luckiest person who has realized worst at the very beginning of the career. And, with this I found few good peoples, say friends, with whom I can fight all the time, I can laugh, I can tease, I can get teased, I can have arguments which do not make any sense. I can believe that they will be with me at my worst time. I extremely wish they would be with me my good time without them good time will not be good. They bastard are very selfish even they will ask for the party when I will be total fucked. What are the friends for? Really they are those people, I would love to mentioned their name Vijay and Prabhakar. These guys were always big support for me. Rohit is the guy, who did not forget me to call when I needed the most. And, many my childhood's friends and my college's friends who were always in constant touch with me during all these.
I Love You Guys....
