Best Friend's week

As this week is called as the Best Friends' week i thought this would suit to be in my blog. some how i like this card very much. i dont remember who sent it to me but I sent to people who are very special to me. The same goes true with the story below as well.




A story tells that two friends were walking
through the desert. During some
point of the journey they had an argument, and
one friend slapped the other one in the face.



The one who got slapped was hurt,
but without saying anything, wrote in the sand:

TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.



They kept on walking until they found an oasis,
where they decided to take a bath. The one who
had been slapped got stuck in the mire and
started drowning, but the friend saved him.
After he recovered from the near
drowning, he wrote on a stone:

TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE.



The friend who had slapped and
saved his best friend asked him,
"After I hurt you, you wrote in the
sand and now, you write on a stone,
why?" The other friend replied "When someone
hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds
of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone
does something good for us, we must engrave
it in stone where no wind can ever erase it."

LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND
AND T O CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE.


They say it takes a minute to find a special person,
an hour to appreciate them,
a day to love them,
but then an entire life to forget them.



Do not value the THINGS you have in your life..
But value WHO you have in your life!

St. John's Koramangala...

it has been a long time since i updated my blog. one reason is the lack of motivation and the other reason is to respect some of my friends' personal feelings. i've not posted this blog yesterday because of only one reason that is this is not written by then :)

well, last thursday after the landmark seminar, i along with my team started backhome (my team consists of my sister and another friend thats all!!) b/n the koramangala police station and the ward #67 bus stop jus before the bata show room we observed a mob and a bike lying on the floor. we stopped and to have look at scene. we saw the people who got injured and from the mob learnt that two men on the bike had hit a car. i asked one man who is on the floor to go to the police station and then to hospital. he refused it saying he wants to go home. and i could not reach the second man properly as he hasnt gave me any answer. so we thought its alright and moved to our car. we had already observed that the car which was involved in the whole drama was placed just behind our car. jus before openin the door shushmakka observed some women in the car and we went to enquire their situation. the older lady in the car said that she is the sister of St.John's medical college principal. by the time we were trying to reach their family on phone the mob has sent the two people to St. John's hospital and were giving all possible suggestions to the two women present in the car. once we started to talk with them we realized that the two women hardly know anything in bangalore apart from St. John's hospital. we thought we can find the address or contact number of the principal in the same college and we reached there. as usual the never ending one ways of bangalore made us to reach mysore and come back. so atlast we reached the hospital and the real drama started here. the person who was injured was totally drunk when he fell down and he could not feel the pain but now he was conscious and started screaming!!! i could listen some 4-5 ppl in beds on different directions screaming with pain. but somehow i'm not much disturbed (u can scold me as inhuman) there i tried to get the mobile number of the principal and none of them gave it :( thanx to the sincerity of the telephone operator. then i asked a medico the way to reach the principal's house. he explained me the route properly and we started to their house. by the time we reached their house it was already 11:30PM and the people in the house were in some festive mood. when the lady said ther was an accident there panicked (i could that in the man's face) the old lady whom we accompanied hugged my sister with the feel of gratitude. at that moment i thought of shouting:
"MY SISTER STRONGEST"
"MY SISTER STRONGEST"
"MY SISTER STRONGEST"

the fun part of the whole drama is a person in the mob was also completely drunk and then giving all possible suggestions as if he owns bangalore. the worst part is when i said this to people all are saying u r so nice to them but next time take care dont enter into problems by involving in those kind of issues. as long as we r not ready to do something for the people who belong to us i guess our education, our social status, our spiritual development in fact our whole life is a mere WASTE. it jus remains of a relation b/n two walls or two chairs