tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515424754580678998.post5584245169818884065..comments2023-07-08T14:17:26.893+05:30Comments on Soul Space: My friend and Motivater 'XSYSTEM'Thousif Razahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05355491264283439692noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515424754580678998.post-52514058419060267552008-08-20T17:22:00.000+05:302008-08-20T17:22:00.000+05:30sorry dude .. i m not gettin any words to comment ...sorry dude .. i m not gettin any words to comment on this.. yar i really dono wats ws al these about..<BR/>wen i come there plz tel everything in detail okie.. then i may comment on this topic.. but 1 thing i must say its all original and directly came from ur heart.. so dont stop.. keep writing.. i ll keep reading okie..<BR/><BR/>bye <BR/>take carechavanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10844199415232855215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515424754580678998.post-60615654708100764512008-08-13T16:11:00.000+05:302008-08-13T16:11:00.000+05:30This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515424754580678998.post-60037728035077298272008-08-13T16:04:00.000+05:302008-08-13T16:04:00.000+05:30O - MY - GOD ... say as if u spoke every syllable ...O - MY - GOD ... say as if u spoke every syllable separately ... and bingo ... thats what I felt after I read something very interesting ... I have never heard so much about myself. ... not in life ... and seriously speaking ... I absolutely loved the way you introduced me !<BR/><BR/>I am gonna print one copy out ... frame it ... along side my certificates and posters. I really will make a point to listen to songs u dedicated me. ... never had that before too ...<BR/>I need to tell you one thing ... there was something different when I read your post on ANN and still I wished that she was the girl at college ... when she returned your money and smiled at you ... and you forgot all the things in the world and started wondering if she liked you ... but as I was saying ... I really cannot forget ur story ... I think I will never will forget it ... it still makes me smile just remembering it ... <BR/><BR/>I always come down to one point ... after my memories about ANN ... I always think to wonder ... "How much infulence can a person create in someone's life ... even if they have not met each other?"<BR/><BR/>I think of this and then I think of you and ANN ... and then I smile again ... thinking about when you dedicated "Yeh Dosti" to ANN.<BR/><BR/>I think the question regarding the "bullet" came to me as a dream when I was in 12th std. <BR/><BR/>DREAM :<BR/><BR/>I was supposed to take a bullet for my father ... I was a bit far from him ... the bullets were too fast ... the first shot missed him ... the second shot grounded him ... I was there shattered ... sitting besides him ... trying to think all over again ... and then I spoke to myself ... You ass hole this is just a dream ... get up and go to college ... I was thinking in two minds ... If I continue with the dream, I may be able to catch the person who killed my father ... but my mother told me to save other people instead of running after the guy who shot my father. All of a sudden, a rocket launcher was seen on ablaze about 100 meters from my home on a chopper ... seems to be an air raid of some sort. ... everyone is dead (except me and my then "girl who was a friend")... I say to myself ... wake up now ass hole ... its high time ... u don't want to die like this ... in an air raid. I woke up trying to gather my senses.<BR/><BR/>It was just a dream ... It was just a dream ... I did not cry about it ... because it was a dream that I saw at 2 in the afternoon ... and my Mom always said that they did not make any sense. But here is what I think. They are mostly figments of ur imagination coupled with people u know and the latest movie u saw.<BR/>And moreover when some1 dies in ur dream, the person's health becomes good ... But I still believe in my philosophy because I saw Italian Job the night before.<BR/><BR/>But the question arised and I started thinking about it ... what if one day you are supposed to take a bullet for someone you dearly loved ? <BR/><BR/>Over the years one thing has been a bit bitter to me ... it is that I have always wondered and pondered over this question ... I dont really have to take any bullet for any one ... we are normal people doing normal things ... but the place where you can prove ur blood is the small things that stand between any two humans. Small things such as listening to your friend while she/he tells you something that hurt them ... small things such as helping your Mom in drying out the clothes ... small things such as giving ur little brother some extra money which he needs so desperately ... small things such as bringing a glass of water or having a laugh with your father when he returns from work ... such things make life more sensible and meaningful ... when the time comes to prove your blood, I know your insights will be strong enough to resist and stand your ground firmly with the one's you love. <BR/><BR/>I am going away from my family (maybe forever) ... I have so less time to stay with .. but I make sure that I try to make everyone in my circle feel a sense of comfort assuring that someone is always there to look behind your back ... when u r pissed or tired of work or tired of cooking or tired of saving for that electric guitar he always wanted.<BR/><BR/>I will always cherish you as a wonderful friend and hope that you get what you deserve on your terms and not on luck.<BR/><BR/>Regards.<BR/>xsystem aka Abhishek Joshi.xsystemhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10316803775203338924noreply@blogger.com