How deep do you have to fall before you can rise again?

Life sometimes gives u pain. And there seems no end to sorrow.
A brave heart is one that smiles. While deep inside it rains.

This couplet, that I read somewhere, keeps popping in my head every time I see or hear or feel a heart-break. And I don’t really mean the “love”-ing heart-break. It could be just about anything. Friends falling apart. Families falling apart. Bad things happening to good people. And so on…

My love once told me that bad things happen to good people only to make them better. I believe (I really wanna) that the inference is true. Good people only get better and better with experiences in life. Especially the bad kinda experiences.
Experiences that shatter them. Unexpectedly hit them so hard, take them deep down, and break their heart and gutts so bad that it feels like hell.
But that’s where the spirit takes over. The good spirit. It just looks up to God. Accepts the deeds. Reaches out. And rises.
Ain’t it true that once down, the only way to go is UP?

You could be a Casanova for all I care. Breaking millions of hearts around the world. But the one time you face a heart break – come to me. Yes, I will laff at you (uncontrollably initially) but I will also lend u a shoulder to cry on. And I shall be your best friend (like always) and give u the right advice. But that’s where I’ll draw the line too.

I feel distances make the hearts grow fonder. Especially when u hear something bad happening to the other (miles apart). He undergoes a heart break but recovers (in a long while). He makes new friends. Loves them deeply. Only to find out that they’re back-stabbing him all this while. He cries. But lives through that too. A “friend” tries to show him a good time. Takes him places he’s never been before. And just when he feels the good times setting in, he land in deep shit. So much so, that his life is at stake.
His spirit that once was stabbed, shattered, broken and thrashed (but inside his body) is now ripped off. Is it killed? I don’t know. It breaks my heart to know that all this happening to a friend whoz never harmed anyone.

It’s like he hit a rock in his way. Kinda stumbled upon a rock laid by a loved one to say. He regained his balance. But is limping his way through life. Trying to be happy and passing all the happiness around. Till some real good friend hit his shin. Real hard. It makes walking difficult, but he doesn’t give up. He smiles. He pretends as if hez ok. Next, a friend comes smiling only to hit his knee with a hockey stick. And leaves him dragging his body through life. Till he looks up to c a gun pointed on his forehead. Will the trigger be pulled? I don’t know. All I can do is pray & wish & hope that the fingers that pull the trigger aren’t the one that fed him his meals once as a friend.

I truly wish to be with my friend. To hug him and protect him and say “everythingz gonna be all right.”
You have to believe in yourself. And you have to believe in the fact that once down, the only way is UP!
Mishaps/hard luck/bad luck…whatever u call it, are just here to make u a stronger person. The one who’d rise up from all situations and come out all the more tough and powerful. But yes, for the moments when you want a shoulder to lean on – count me in my friend!


Gosh! I can’t stop this bubble of write-up burstin'…

What does it take for a person to understand and grasp that what hez doing is STUPID!?! Fine, we all have vices. But what is the grey matter for? We don’t have to safe-guard or store our brains till eternity. It is meant to be used. Storing it would not make it increase or produce more grey cells or make u any wiser. On the contrary, it’ll rust. If u think you are stroing it for a rainy day – duh! This is the rainy day. Make use of it!!!

K…I get it – u’re shattered. U don’t have a great set of friends. U don’t mingle much with many people. But that doesn’t mean that u befriend any “Tom. Dick &/or Harry” coz they don’t c u in the same (bad) light as others, coz they drink regularly and seem ultra chill & “cool”- DUH !!! That’s when u just gotta sit alone (or with me) at home and gulp as many beers as u want.

K…I agree driving to a pub is cool. Having a few beers is cool. But gulping down more than 5 beers and then driving home (a good 40 miles away) – that too in a firangi land – what r u?
King of Moron-Land!
And just what were u thinking cutting lanes?
Ki Uncle Sam bohot khush hoga…saabaasi dega!!!
Shheessh!! Fine m sorry to be so blunt (but tht’s the sorta friend I am – outspoken and true!)
All said and done, herez an action plan for u:
1) Do not drink outta home
2) Do not ever drink outta home
3) NEVA EVA drink outta home!

Hey u know what, just go do what u want! Its your life. We are nothing more than friends. And you don’t have to listen to me blabber. Lets just have a few common friends who’d atleast pass on the news of your death someday to me. The least I can do then is come and shed a few tears at your grave. (yeah i mite say - "i told u so..")

Damn! M a bitch!!!