Saturday, March 18, 2006
Story of my life...

*"A touching love story "*


*10th Grade:-*

As I sat there in English class,
I stared at the girl next to me.
She was my so called 'best friend'.
I stared at her long, silky hair,
and wished she was mine.
But she didn't notice me like that,
and I knew it.
After class,
she walked up to me and asked me for
the notes she had missed the day before.
I handed them to her.She said 'thanks'
and gave! me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her, I want 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.


*11th grade:-*

The phone rang. On the other end,
it was her. She was in tears,
! mumbling on and on about how
her love had broke 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, one Drew Barrymore movie,
and three bags of chips,
she decided to go home.
She looked at me, said 'thanks'
and gave me a kiss
on the cheek..I want to tell her,
I want her to know that
I don't want to be just friends,
&n! bsp; I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.

*Senior year:-*

One fine day she walked to my locker.
"My date is sick" she said,
"hes not gonna go" well,
I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade,
we made a promise that
if neither of us had dates,
we would go together just as 'best friends'.
So we did.
That night, after everything was over,
I was standing at her front door step.
I stared at her as She smiled at me
and stared at me with her crystal eyes.
! Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!"

and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her,
I want 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.

*Graduation:-*

A day passed, then a week, then a month.
Before I could blink, it was graduation day.
up on stage to get her diploma.
I wanted her to be mine-but
she didn't notice me like that, and I knew 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 shoulder
and said- 'you're my best friend,
thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her,
I want 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.

*Marriage:-*

Now I sit in the pews of the church.
That girl is getting married now.
and 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 !'.
She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek.
I want to tell her,
I want her to know
that I don't want to be just friends,
&nbs! p; I love her but I'm just too shy,
and I don't know why.

*Death:-*

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 read:
'I stare at him wishing he was mine,
but he doesn't notice me like that,
and I know it.
I want to tell him,
I want 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 my self, and I cried.

Courtesy: A very dear friend.
 
posted by One Bizarre Scribe at 10:50 PM | Permalink | 1 comments
Y I do this..

Hmm,so basically, the first thing i'd love to go into, is why i'm doing this.. Is it to express myself to the world?...Is it to gain friends?...Or Is it something else??

Hell yeah... f**k all tht..,as they say, f**k the world, f**k the law, ...f**k rules..!!..

This is basically a pupose-less exercise..blogging to blog,as u might say...and the idea was born out of jealousy, the animal instinct for vengeance,and an innate craving to stand out from the crowd..i guess... And then so many of my peers are doing it, so, what the hell...

Jealousy, cause some fellow,a kickass pal, who started blogging with me, is so far ahead in the game,tht i'm thinking, wht the hell does he have tht i dont...hell he aint even creating sentences right,or spelling stuff correctly..so why cant I do this,and do it better??..

then Vengeance..that's cause a certain "Cruise" missile is headed @ me,loaded with so much of my secrets, so much stuff tht i wish to hide, that i'd rather have a platform to get back @ him,if and when the need arises...So watch out cruise..:).. eMJay is watching u...

Yeah,i know ,what i wrote just above sounds all fancy crap to me,trying to be philosophic n all that shit..but a good education always shows..:->

Now,about the craving to stand out from the crowd...hmm,well,i guess almost everything i do in my life,represents this desire to stand out....to differ...but the only problem is,i try to show it in ways which dont matter to everybody,or matter very less..like sporting a goatee, leaving shirt buttons undone, cutting classes like hell,steel jewellery and stuff..

More on the way...but tht's enough candid blogging for one day...:)

PS: Hope my latest foray into blogging doesnt fizzle out as before... :D
 
posted by One Bizarre Scribe at 10:43 PM | Permalink | 0 comments