Day 10 : The Ideal Friend

I didn’t have anything to do (for a change) and so I just type these words in Google n tried to see what comes out. The words were: ‘Ideal Friend’ This is what I got:

“Its not easy becoming a friend or making one because a friend is not a state of mind. It’s real and it’s in your face. A friend is someone who makes your life worth its while a little more than yesterday. To be an ideal friend, there should be honesty, give more than you take, be supportive, forgive, have faith, express yourself, have fun.”

All these words reminded me of you. And so I left all my work and started to pen down whatever was coming in my mind. Because I didn’t want to miss the flow of thoughts. You know Sowmya, I don’t feel after writing the first paragraph I need to write anything more. If you have a closer look at yourself, you would also agree with me that you are the person who perfectly fits this ideal friend image. Or I’d like to put it this way. The qualifications for an ideal friend have come to being, keeping you as a benchmark.

I know after so many articles, you are just getting used to reading all good about you. And you’d again react the same way… saying we are exaggerating and stuff. But dear had it been exaggeration, we’d already be short of words and this would have got over by now. But we still haven’t lost interest in writing this blog and we still do it with the same enthusiasm that we started it with. This, I think, is enough evidence for you to believe that we are never gonna get tired writing for you and words and feelings will never die out.

You know when I started today I had decided I won’t write much. I thought I’ll make it a small one because now I think even you must be fed up of reading all sweet things about yourself everyday. (I know u don’t like a lotta sweets). But then you know I just couldn’t stop myself and see how much I’ve written. When it’s about u, I just can’t stop. That’s because you carry such an important place in our lives.

In a friend, I find a mother who nurtures me, a father who tells me what’s right and what’s not, a sister in whom I can see my reflection, a brother who protects me, a kid who I sometimes need to pamper. Your friendship means all these relations to me. Seriously you’re a complete package and that is why I hold you so close to my heart. Everytime you are busy playing some role or the other in my life and now I just feel that you are undetachable from me.

Day 9 : Wish I Could Be Like YOU

Before I start writing the next article, I want to thank all of u – Adi, Avi, Avishkar, Anupam, (specially) for carrying this forward so well. I introduced the idea and you guys just keep adding on to it to make it more n more wonderful and better with every passing day.

N Sowmya I really apologize for keeping this on hold for some days. You know what the condition was. Anyway let’s get going again guys….

After so many beautiful things that have come up in these few articles, I don’t know what should I write that would impress you..

Not only you, but all of us have been really really impressed by the articles which have come up from all the master minds in the last few days. So today rather than starting up with writing something new about you, I’d rather extend something that’s written before. As Avishkar has already mentioned in his blog “you have set the standards for how a nice girl should be”, lemme take it forward from there. For me, yes you are the standard of how a girl should ideally be… You’re a beloved daughter, a loving sister, a caring friend, a thorough professional, a dedicated worker n what not.. And the best part is that you manage all these roles so well. I always believed that it’s impossible for a person to keep everyone happy. But then when I look at you, I give this a second thought. You force me to believe that what I believe is not true. You keep everyone happy n that too without putting in any extra effort n this is what makes me think.. “Wish I could be like her…!!!”

And now, since I’m writing all this, let me admit it today Dear, that I’m really jealous of you. I seriously am.. But then there’s a saying – ‘You are always jealous of people you like.’ N you toh I just love you. But then you know you‘re so nice that I really wish I could be like you. Wish I could keep people happy like you do, wish I could be there for everyone like you are, wish I could do justice to all my roles in life. When I look at you, I realize that you are just perfect with every role that you play in life. And that makes me look at myself and say that I am so much into a mismanaged state.

But you know what Sowmya, I sometimes wonder.. Don’t you get fed up with doing things for others all the time..?? I mean how do you manage to take out time for yourself, when all your time is dedicated to others. But then I get the answer too. What gives you happiness is the happiness of others. And that’s why u don’t ever need time for yourself. That the huge difference which exists between you and the others. People do things for others so that others r happy. You do things for others so that you be happy.

That’s your USP and that s the reason which I come to understand now.. That’s why nobody can be like you. Even though you see me mirror yourself many-a-times, but I know for myself that I can never be like you. You are too little human for any human to imitate you. The perfect word for you still remains “Angel”.. And I’m sure none of us can find a better word to beat that one.. No one can ever take this away from you.. But if in my next birth God gave me a chance, I’d love to take away this title from you.. J.. Thank you Angel for being there…

Day 8 : Beautiful Angel

I, totally agree with u Adi. “The truth is that you simply exist. And us. We try and live up to you”. And that is why we recognize u to be, and that is what you are.

“ANGEL”

Now lets take it from here in a different style, how about, HINGLISH BLOG…something new. Lets try..
Kehte hai jab jab dharti pe paap badha hai.,.bhagvan ne alag alag roop me janam liya hai.
Aur is dharti ko adharm, anyay.sankat, moha maya se mukt kiya hai..
Example: - Shree Krishna, Gautam Budhha..etc..
Lekin aaj ka ye yug, kya kahoo me ab , na din me hosh, na raat ka thikhana..
Phir inflation , badhti abadi , aur mehngayi ka zamana.
Bhagvan ne socha, I can’t handle it Dude, the pressure is too much, let my Farishtas, my Angels take care of it.
Jate jate bhagva ne Farishton se kaha,
O Farishte tera kaam karta hoo mai aasan,
Dharti pe maine chuna hoo kuch Bhoole bhatke insan,
Jinka dil hai saaf Irade hai Nek, tu jaa aur unki taklifo ko dekh.
Unki zindagi mai hai mayusiii, umeedo me Kash,
Ek hai “Adi ” duja “ Avinash ”
(Note: - Sorry Shazia & Avishkar not included, because Moti, you are already an Angel, no discussion, and Avishkar you are H.R)

Isliye… arz kya hai
Paap se dharti phati,
Adharmse aasman,
Atyachar se kapi insaniyat,
Raj kar rahe hai haiwan,
Aur jab bharenga inke papo ka Ghada.
Tab tab paida hogi “Sowmya Ponnada”

Ok jokes apart, I know this entire thing is totally vague, and has very minor relevance with todays blog.
But with this I want to convey, the state of humans, and the world which is almost drowned, and in such condition, we are so lucky to have you (Angel) around...
I think you are not just an “Angel” but also a “Masiaha” for Me, Avishkar & Adi. Sorry Shazia not included again (angels not allowed)

You know Sowmya,
There is no fairy godmother,
To make my wish come true,
No genie in a bottle, & nothing new,
No prayer on fallen star,
No magic potion in a jar,
But I can dream, pray & thank
And when I do
I dream, pray, and want to say thanks to God,
For a beautiful Angel, that`s YOU

Sowmya,
For the first time, when I met you, then came to know you, and later talked to u,
I felt,
Something which has always puzzled me in my life is “why”,
When I am in a special need of help,
The good’s deed, is usually done by somebody on whom I have no Claim,
And today I realized, these good deeds can only be done by “Angels”
Whose heart is pure & Soul is true.

Sowmya
During these days,
Your smallest act of Kindness had such an impact, that it was,
Worth more than a grandest intention ever showed for me,
Because,
Kindness is the language which a Deaf can hear and Blind can see,
And you actually made me realize,
How beautiful a Day Can Be,
And for this I would like to Thank You from Bottom of My Heart,
But for you My Heart has No Bottom,

I know after this you will say the same thing which Adi has mentioned in earlier blog i.e

“But I don’t do anything; you guys do everything on your own. I didn’t have to do anything extra or different to help you, it was all you. I was just there.”
“I am not an Angel, I’m Sowmya Ponnada.”

I agree, you are sowmya ponnada, and just a human like me,
But dear it’s your deeds, your kindness, and ability to give, what makes you a,

“BEAUTIFUL - ANGEL”

Acha agar tu is taraha se nahi managi, to mera pass ek dusra zaria hai, to make you realize you are Angel.
Jaise har Pagal kehta hai, Mai Pagal nahi Hoo,
Har Chor kehta hai, Mai Chor Nahi Hoo,
Waise
Har Angel kehta hai, Mai angel Nahi Hoo!!!

Ok so we don’t want to listen what you have to say, we know Who You Are,
Before ending,
We promise we won’t let anyone know that you’re “Angel”
For two reasons:-

1:- The world is cruel and not made for you,
2: - We don’t mind being selfish, and keeping your love and care just for us, because in this world, friends are many, “Angels Are Few”

Love you, my Beautiful Angel, be the same & Dare you change... hehehehehe…

Day 7 : The Angel & The Midget

Tell me, how does a midget talk about the lion? Can a glow-worm comment on the sun? Is it right for a random fly, to write about the mighty eagle?

No. Right?

That is exactly how I feel Sowmya, when I undertake this task of penning down a few words about you.

However, though the task might seem difficult, it is definitely not impossible. Let me explain why…

Imagine an arid land completely devoured by famine. Nothing survives but a longing for rain, an unquenchable thirst for that highest of all blessings, water. But seasons come and seasons go, without as much as a drop of water falling from the sky. There is no hope anymore; no one even looks up to the sky in utter despair. And then suddenly, without even the slightest of hints, rain arrives! And how! Forget a drizzle, or even a heavy downpour. The land is blessed by the attack of the rainstorm.

Now, if you ask this land to express what it feels about the rain, the task will surely be difficult for the land, won’t it? Such too, is my condition. But you will observe that, though I say that find it hard to find the necessary words, I already seem to have written about 200 :-)

But you see, even from the midst of this madness, this utter helplessness, this self-contradiction, there will come out some semblance of sense, some structure of logic, I promise. I know I have been rambling on in vague analogies, haven’t I? You have to understand that when it comes to you, there exists in my already dysfunctional head, a slew of emotions, feelings, thoughts, waging war with each other, finding ways to express themselves in one way or the other.

I know that the first thought that will come to you, Sowmya, when you read this, is that I am exaggerating. That is only natural. What with my blatant use of this flowery, convoluted language, you are bound to think so. But you know, don’t you, how prone I am to saying the same thing in ‘n’ different ways. But try to go behind the lines, or in between them, and you will understand what I am trying to say. That all this is true, that in reality there is no exaggeration.

Give it a thought Sowmya, if what I say is not true, why else would a bunch of people, who lead what they would like to believe are busy lives, why else would they take out an hour every day to write ‘articles’ about you? Why else would they prolong your birthday gift for 20 days, when the whole thing could have been over in a day?

Just think, Sowmya, haven’t we celebrated the birthdays of some 3-4 people of our group already? Did anyone of their gifts last for more than a day? Did anyone of them have people fighting over who will write a particular day’s article? None of us even got an article, forget 21 of them!!!

Ergo, contrary to what I know you will continue to believe even after reading this, you really are special Sowmya. Didn’t all of us (Shazia, Avishkar, Avinash, your sister Mansa, and I), come up with the same name for you, independently? That is what we recognise you to be. That is what you are.

An angel.

I know what you’ll say now (or at least I think I know what you’ll say next).

“But I don’t do anything. You guys do it all on your own. I didn’t have to do anything extra or different, to help you. It was all you. You realised what had gone wrong all by yourself. I was just there.”

But that’s it, Sowmya. THAT is what you do. Be there. Always. You don’t have to DO anything.

The truth is that you simply exist. And us. We try and live up to you.

Happy Birthday!!!

Day 6 : Sowmya- The Catalyst

Sowmya- The Catalyst

Now this one is for u……

When you are away there is nothing, for which to stay,

No smiles on the face, no fun in the air.

Just each one of us wonders,

What are we doing there?

Who will make us smile, who will help us beat the stress?

It makes us think about those days…

When we were rocking and you were the “process”.

Your eyes were deep and gave us the start,

Morn to eve we were never apart.

You waited in canteen for us for lunch,

And made us have food together in a bunch.

So now we realise that you were the one,

Who kept us together when we had fun.

It were your bday ideas which made us special

Made adi smile at mid night and shazia a happy girl :-)

Your love for everyone is almost unending,

We don’t know how we will cope with so much liability pending.

Girl, o’ girl we have one thing to say…

You be happy were ever you stay.

Unending is your love, unmatched you are…

Be back soon we are missing you yaar :-(

Day 5 : The Delicate Darling

Sowmya- THE DELICATE DARLING

M sure I don’t need to tel my name after giving her this adjective…obviously she knows me guyzz…

M nt her childhood friend or a friend who has spent many years of his life with her…bt defntly few dayz (mostly on phone dats a diff matter)....the most cherishable moment s whn she greets me wd a Gud morng or Hiiii….or whn she hangs up d phone sayin byee n take caren gud nt…dats d sweetest way f greetin I hv ever heard n got….jst Cr@Zyyy abt dat

Wud love to call n hang up d phone several times a day…

Chalo lets not get diverted frm the title of the blog guyzz…

THE DELICATE DARLING…that's wat I call her…

DELICATE coz she s jst so vulnerable to d DANGERS f d REAL WORLD…she s far away frm d reality…I jst don feel dat m stayin in Mumbai whn m talking to her where every1 s makin d odr person a step f d ladder to climb up or a victim of Use n Throw Disease which s wide spread in Amchi Mumbai n actually in d whole world nw…

She dsnt thnk much abt big issues but its d small things whch hurt her…she wl try to hide by her cute n chirpy smile bt her EYES wont help her…bt still she wl try to make odr ppl smile n loose tension frgtng her own probs…

Smtims I ask few questions to myself…Is she meant fr this cruel world?? Her innocent eyes wl b like this frevr??

I jst feel like keeping her in a non-breakable shell like the MOST PRECIOUS PEARL…safely n far away frm d cruelty f this world…on which their wud b no effect f external world.

DARLING…I don thnk I need to write much abt this word…bt I guess I better should coz odrwise she s gonna kill me like a DARLING…are baba by her sweet comments which she s able to use on me only in this whole world..i donno y m I not able to KHINCHOFY her…n d ansr lies in d word itself…DARLING…

She s so sweet, preety, cute, innocent, SUNDAR(he he I hope u rmmbr)..jst like a teddy or a cute bugs bunny…just feel like gvng her a hug evrytime she does a pretty thing… (now dats a diff matter dat she does such things every minute, bechari thak jaayegi itne hugs diye to DELICATE hai na!!)

Waise to its nt posbl bt even if I try to KHINCHOFY her she says so innocently " AAP MERE SAATH AISA KAROGE SHAAA…." N obvsly coz m a sweetheart use khud sorry bol deta hun even if I knw she has done a mistake…dats d effect she carries wd herself…although its deadly…bt wl do anythn to die many times coz f her this effect only…

N the most imp thing abt her…she s d same fr every1 she talks…A REAL DELICATE DARLIN…

JUST BE LIKE THIS FOREVER…

Day 4 : The Queen

Sowmya.

As the name literally means… soft… delicate and kind by nature and personality as a whole… but there is evolution which is happening all the time… and the good traits are carried forward with addition of new ones… this soft gentle girl has evolved wonderfully and has added many facets to her personality, which she carries off so well.

Sowmya’s Eyes....

Her eyes, what to say about them… at one moment I can write an entire book on it, but then I recollect the picture of her eyes… I’m lost in it… they make me feel, they are like a

Dream Island…

Surrounded by Blue Oceans and Golden Coast...

Beautiful Sunny Rays,reminds me of my Golden Days.

And im LOST..

Shomus Eyes.....

"They are black with tinge of brown,

filled with care & love,

Move right-left, sometimes up and down,

just as she’s a dove!!!

They sparkle when she is happy,

Making her look like a Clown,

They are moist when she is Sad,

And get intense when she frowns.

All this make her look like a "Queen" with a " Golden Crown" :-)

Here queen is not just a noun.

But a reality on which poor like us can always pound"

I call her queen not because,

She is rich -- Ambani ki beti (or something like that), or because she has lots of contacts (lolz).

She is called queen for her Personality,

The way an idealistic Queen should be,

She takes care of her people, and includes them in her prayers,

Helps them during their moments of despair.

When somebody hurts them… stands up and say " don’t you dare"

Thats my shomu,"The Queen", with "Love Care"

The one thing which i personally feel about her eyes is that "They speaks a lot"…

Its just that you have to understand them...im not joking. its true

They are Intense, Deep, Soft and Freak..etc etc

As her emotions, feelings and moods change… so does the nature of her eyes…

I personally feel,

The soul that can speak through the eyes, can also love and care with blaze...

....and thats the magic of her eyes, they portray what is she made of…

...outside inside out..she’s the same… "No Fake"

“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mystery in her eyes. It is the source of all true feelings and emotions. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder, is as good as dead… its like feeling of enlightenment for him..

Her eyes are not like out of the world, or as beautiful as those of aishwariya rai or hrithik roshan… which sometimes look what u call "nakli"

Her eyes are simple, but that’s what is unique about them… and which make them stand out for me is that,

They are "Real"… they will never lie…

I know she never lies, but there are times when she never speaks, and at that time,

i can alwyas rely on those eyes for my answers.

Here is a small Poem just for u Dear...an instant stuff...My style…

Eyes...Eyes..Eyes..

they are true &,

Wise..Wise..Wise..

No matter what they never,

Lies..Lies..Lies,

Irrespective of colour & Size..Size..Size

those are my Shomus,

Eyes..Eyes..Eyes..

With this i will conclude today’s blog..

but before ending i would like to emphasiz on one more thing.

"Sowmya is like a Child"

&

"There are no seven wonders of the world in the eyes of a child. There are seven million.”

"So those who don’t know her, and also those who know her… think again.

Take a plunge in her Eyes and explore new wonders. you will never be disappointed.

You will be amazed with the depth it posses...