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Dreams

August 06, 2008 By: meena sundar Category: Friends

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dreams

 

 

Delightful  dreams

Playing  inside  the  mind

Just  imprison  the  pleasant  thoughts

They  are  not  settling  in  one  place

And    So  many  memorable  thoughts      

 Elusive  like  the  slippery   eel

Every  time  heart  beats  more rapidly

When  the  thoughts  draw  closer

The  faster  the  beat

Every  cell  senses  the  excitement

It  is  like  electrifying  shock

Stimulating  and  thrilling

Feel  the  tremors  from head  to  toe                                                         

Jolting  the  nerves

Feel  like  singing

Desire  to  dance

Wish  to  hug

The  thrill  continues

Even  if  the  dream  ends

Again,  dream dream dream

If  the   memories  are  good!!!

 

                                    —Meena.

 

 

 

 

P.S.  I think dream is the only thing in this world we can get freely without anyone's interruption or we can be disturbed by the calling bell .hehehe .anyways, I dedicate this poem to my friends Misty and  Neethu . They are always telling me to write normal stuff or dreamy romantic poems…. so here it is. I hope it is good…if not please, don't blame me girlsJ

Jab we met

November 26, 2007 By: meena sundar Category: Friends

Jab we met MMM

This is new and an unusual thing for me to do. Firstly, I needed to know whether my family would accept to this or not, strangely enough my family with some hesitation gave me permission

You may all be wondering what is this all about Hehehe meeting two of my iland friends.

Neethu and I knew each other quite well and Misty and I knew each other well. But they don’t know each other that well. Neethu and I had planned a family vacation in her house with my two daughters during holidays. However, it was Misty’s idea to meet alone, without any family.

There started our adventurous journey. Our ticket was booked but Misty’s ticket was not confirmed till the last minute. My my my we had a hell of a time thinking about her reservation, finally she boarded and I boarded on the train, and Neethu was expecting us with anxiety .

Train journey was normal to me, and to my surprise, train arrived on time that is still unbelievable. Misty’s train also came on time. One thing is that we had never met each other before, only photo sharing, both said they could identify me anywhere. May be, but I could identify Misty bcoz of her complexion and seeing lot of her pix.

When the train landed at the platform, to my surprise I was very normal -no panic about anything. I had two bags with me, I was trying to get to the door, someone snatched my suitcase from me, it was a women, I dint panic, I looked straight into her eye, I knew it was Neethu. She never smiled at all she wanted to scare me, but I wasn't. I saw Misty, hugged her and smooched her .hehehe I did not give Neethu this, bcoz while on chat she said she feels uncomfortable about it, just like how I used to be. Anyways, thanx to savi. Her huggs made me little comfortable like this.

Hmm after that, we were like teenagers. Next morning all our adventures and site seeing started, we were giggling and joking and laughing. Neethu’s daughter was acting like a mom to us saying: "why are you ladies laughing like this"? Poor kid, she doesn’t understand, after our marriage this is the first time we are doing something unbelievable, meeting net friends. Thank God, we three were very comfortable with each other.

We enjoyed a lot and at night we always send her daughter to bed at 10 and we were talking till 3 or 3.30 in the morning . Hahaha .I loved it, but in between I would get silent and start thinking about my family. But that happened only one day, after that I enjoyed.

Misty and I went on a tour by ourselves, where she took lot of pictures. One of the things I can never going to forget is, Borra caves and the beautiful beaches. It was stunning. I never expected this cave to be this big and beautiful too. while in the cave the power got cut, with only our mobile lights to guide us hahhaha it did something to my bp, now I feel funny, but at that time, hmmm .it was a totally different creepy feeling, but a fantastic experience!

Four days passed away just like that. l still cannot believe that we met and enjoyed it so much. Neethu’s daughter does not understand why we talked so much. Why we were talking too much throughout the night. It was like having Girly talks during college times, I have never experienced anything like this after marriage. This was like a dream come true

Neethu cooks well that was a surprise to me :D (hey, don’t scold me), she is a working woman so I thought maybe she is not that interested in cooking. But she is very much interested and a fantastic cook too ! And I had to make coffee every time they wanted, according to them I make good coffee. Misty promised to make her paneer special and her eggless chocolate cake, which she makes well (her hubby's own statement).But she could not make it due to lack of time.

Four days came to an end. Once again the same problem arose, Misty’s return ticket was not confirmed. There was a three hours difference in between our train timings. Neethu came to see me off at the station, and in the mean time Misty called to say her ticket was confirmed in the VIP quota. Thanx to Neethu’s contact. Later she came back to the station to leave Misty. Poor Neethu had a tough time of travelling from her home to station twice in one evening. This is our sweet torture punishment to you Neethu, for keeping us (and of course you also) happy for four days hahaha

Finally, our dream ended. But this experience was something I had never expected. We really enjoyed a lot, even though we are from different cultures and cities. Neethu just treated us like her family, it gave me a feeling that I was not in others house, I just did anything I wanted in her kitchen. Thanx, Neethu for your warmth, most ladies do not allow anyone in their kitchen, which they consider to be their territory. May be our wavelengths worked out well. That is also a surprise. We threesome go well.

Now I want to do it again, not now, may be after one year, just the three of us. I hope we can. Thanx, Neethu and Misty for everything, especially I have to thank Neethu’s daughter to put up with these 40yr old teen women. THANX!!!

True Friends :)))

July 30, 2007 By: meena sundar Category: Friends

 

long hour conversations

hearty laughs

sweet musings

open arguments

sincere sorry

naughty excuses

..

taking its toll

now silence

blank

all black and white

and trying to realize

the hidden grey part

flashing like lightening

reminds me..

it is normal

in friendships

misunderstanding and affection

it will be ok soon

and it is!

that is life.

 

 

True friends . always,

back to form..

with a big bang!

No doubts about thatJ.

 

 

— Meena.

 

some quotes to ponder :)

May 09, 2007 By: meena sundar Category: Friends

“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art… It has no survival value; rather is one of those things that give value to survival.”


- C. S. Lewis



P.S. what do u say friends?

Untitled

January 27, 2007 By: meena sundar Category: Friends

 


Enduring friendship                                                               

Friends It is especially funny when we think about our friends that we all smile a mile. Lot of times it is Funny when we are angry we fight like a wild cats but within minutes, it will disappear as if nothing happened between us. If the matter is not serious but sometimes it is so sour, it takes all our time to mend our friendship back to life never mind .we enjoy everything that friendship could possibly give. It is strange we can share everything with our friend.

Priya she was my college friend until now we are enduring our friendship. Even though we don't meet often and we don't talk often but we can relate to one another well our better half's try to mock our friendship saying what is there if you two don't meet regularly but they know we are close and  will be until we die. In college days we used to go through the same bus although, we were residing at different parts of Chennai. We selected a common place to get down and we would take another bus to reach our home.  We were looking for to utilize the extra time while we traveled together. We were teased by others saying we were like laurel and hardy. She was quite plumy and I was lean so think about our condition. Sometimes it is hilarious because she never takes their comment seriously and she commented to me, think this way Meena 'we are celebrities like laurel and hardy we can make ppl laugh for sometime' . That is my dear friend priya!

Next to our college, there is an ice-cream parlor we both love ice creams especially choco bar… The parlor man was so used to our visit; whenever we enter into the parlor, he served us with choco bar . Our favorite chocolates and choco bar ice creams. One-day priya and I decided to 'walk' home back and we did it five to six kilo meters, next day she became ill she couldn't come to college because of severe leg pain.( I heard her mother laugh and say "what a silly friends u two are..") My other friends told me we were fools. Yes but happy fools.

                                                                                                                                                                              

She never bothers about anything and she always protects me from everyone.  Our professors tease us saying, "Do u two ever separate from one another" because wherever we go we go together. Sometimes my friend priya comments "if I am a boy I will certainly marry you". She teaches me to do lot of things(esp oil painting), one is do not bother about others often, and don't do anything without your approval. Always do what your heart says and follow your heart. Her mom was a second mentor to me.

Our husbands were enggs and we both had two daughters there are more similarities between us. It was hard for me, sometimes to think about her, that I miss her so much and I cannot meet her occasionally; I never thought after marriage that we women do not have anything like personal. We have/had time for everything else but for friends?????? Then I thought may be we don't have time but our friends do understand that but other relationships don't…  That is the difference between friends and relations. You can count on your friends. They understand you perfectly well!

                                                                                                                                                                         

When I got married, she sent me these poems.        



"Some thing deep
What is it?
My heart says "love"
So does my brain
But something is felt
It is painful, (memories are always like this)
I go to a doctor
He takes an x-ray
And he says
"oh my God'
I see a beautiful face
With tears' I say
'It is my friend Meena'"

                                                             

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Adoration


Mind, she is a tempting sweety 
Even one glance at her is enough, to
Encircle your head and
Never return you to the earth,
Adoration is in her eyes but shies
When she is emotional.

                            

My Second Home

December 16, 2006 By: meena sundar Category: Friends

 

My Second Home 

Blog
I thought
It is some space
Where I could write
And
Forget .

But
It is like
Wine
You drink and drink
You cannot stop
It is like an addiction.

And
Blog friends
Are Like family
A second home
For me
Now
I know why
I cannot stop drinking

How could I forget my family?
Who
Honouring me with their comments
They accepted me as their own
How can I overcome this addiction?

So
I am enjoying the nasha
Thank you friends
For your kind support.

—-Meena

Friendship quotes

December 13, 2006 By: meena sundar Category: Friends

 



Friendship quotes


We are friends and I do like to pass the day with you in serious and in consequential chatter. I wouldn't mind washing up beside you, dusting up beside you, reading the back of half of the paper while you read the front. We are friends and I would miss you, do miss you and think of you very often.



Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.



A friend is someone who understands your past, believes in your future and accepts you just the way you are.



Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurt themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it is all over.



I have learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.




Much of the validity in a friendship lies in the honouring of difference, not simply in the enjoyment of similarities.




Men kick friendship around like football but it doesn't seem to break. Women treat it like a glass and it goes to pieces.




Blessed are they who have the gift of making friends for it’s one of God's best gifts. It involves many things, but alone all, the power of going out of one's self, and appreciating whatever is noble and living in another

                                                                                                                        

Truly great friends are hard to find, difficult to love, and impossible to forget.




Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.