The tribute continues 4….

 

I know this one was going far too long but i have so many people in class.. Now if i change to smaller paragraph it wouldn’t be fair on my part to leave out my other classmates..

Roll.No:27 Prasanna Venkatesh: He is a friend who would stick with you no matter what. I share a lot of things with him vice versa. He is very afraid to make CONFERENCE call to anybody. Prasanna has a mannerism to keep clapping his hands, when he is taking or making a presentation. We share a special friendship!! He hates people who ignore him. He gets very angry when people think ill about him and is likely to take revenge on them. He is cool and sensitive!! He has a new yamaha bike which is like his first love next would be Ramya. 

Roll No:28 Ramachandran: Avan nadipan. Ram is the most dynamic and smart guy in class. He acts as if he is goodie goodie but is a natural trouble maker. He has the aspirations to do something for the country. Sometimes he is one of the best in class and other times, the worst. He doesn’t talk a lot but he knows a lot. Ramachandran is a funny and sincere student who loves the country and very proud to be an Indian..

Roll. No: 29 never existed too!!

Roll.No:30 Raj Murugan: He has recently changed his name to RIthish murugan. Some sort of numerology stuff. He is too funny and we used to hang around a lot when he was still in college.. now that he left I have no clue..

Roll no:31 Ronak: Actually a great person to be but the attitude of I-know-everything-and-you-know-nothing sucks.. If you know everything then you should try to inculcate it in others too… thats the basic truth we all live for. I know its a competitive world, yet some morals and values are still in existence. Yet I appreciate your work culture and way you put up with things. You have a great sense of creativity and you will definitely make a good Event Manager..

Poem from an old valentine..

I was going through all my old stuffs today like my slam books, greeting cards, etc.. I found this card. Now this card brings back a lot of memories and also thinking about it, makes me laugh -out-loud now. This card made my dad realize, I wasn't his little girl anymore and gave my mom a little heart attack and quite a lot of excitement in me... This guy, Balaji, my senior in school was a very good friend of mine and I knew he was quite fond of me as a friend(that's what I thought). He lived nearby and a sweet guy. We had 3 years difference between us. Once my friend, Arun told me that this guy, Balaji was telling his friends that he likes me and fell in love.. I thought he was playing the prank on me and got angry on Arun for playing with me... This was when I was in the 8th std. February 14th was always exam time for us. The management of the school always made sure we had some exams during this time. I was totally late for school as always and attended prayers at the last minute. Since Balaji was the vice-caption of the school and he had duty for late entry, he let me.. Cool huh?? Not always I can do that. But before, I can get into the class he called me aside and said that he wanted to talk to me after school. I, usually get to talk to him after school because we live very close by each others house. I said okay and ran for my exams. 3 hours. Did as much as I can in exams. I wasn't very bright those days.

After exams, he called me aside when I was chitchatting with my friends and handed over the card he had. You wouldn't believe how much that guy had done for a card. He had written a poem and which he had given it to printing press to print it on the card and then he had hand picked the background and all the other decorations. I know its not so great now but at that time, when I was just 14 years old and my friends around me were the same too, It definitely was a big thing. Even now, some of my old schoolmates talk about it when we have a get together.Talk of the school. I was dumbstruck. I didn't know how to react. Not like, I'm the cutest girl in class or he was the handsome guy. Everybody around us knew we were close friends and neighbors. I just said thank and left. Then I showed the card to my parents and it became big issue after that. Then Balaji apologized to me and all those thing happened, but I never threw the card away.

Hello, this is my first Valentine card and how can I get rid of it.. I still have and I never take it out. Okay, Balaji still lives near my place but now with his wife...He got married about 6 months ago and of course, I was invited.

So, Here I want to share my first secret, my first valentine's day poem..

Sweet Raji,

Quietly you came into my life,
Openly you shared yourself with me.
Gently you drew me closer
Tenderly touched my heart
Gratefully I celebrate each moment shared with you

Thank you for the miracle of you..
You are , and always will be the love of my life.

This was on the 1st page and in the second page

The miracle of you
My dearest Valentine
Raji


FROM
Yours loving
Balaji



Wasn't that cute?? I really appreciate the way it was written for me and me only. After that Balaji and me, we had always kept the distance and never talked much( Actually never talked). Then I wanted to share it with you because I thought this is always important to me.
He was also one of the inspirations for my poem writing skills. This poem motivated me a lot and I started writing my own. Thanks to BALAJI

Memories are left

I want to be with you,
But you’re millions of miles away.
I wish you would call just to ask about my day.
It would make things so much better if I could hear your voice,
I guess I can’t complain too much, it just wasn’t your choice.
You were always there for me through both the good times and the bad.
You were always there to laugh with me, or to help me when I’m sad.
It’s not that I pity you,
But I’ll admit your life’s been tough,
I just wish that physically,
I could be there when things get rough.
Down at the mall even though we had no money,
Laughing at anything and everything, yet none of it was funny.
Driving around the block, or baking things all day,
We never really ran out of things to say.
You’re locked up only a few hours away now, but it seems so far.
I wish I could be down there, where you are.
Why do two best friends you’ll ever know,
Have to be split up, because one is forced to go?
Now that we’re so far apart,
I love you even more.
Maybe we both love too much,
But, hey, that’s what friends are for.
Each time they say your name,
A tear forms in my eye,
How can I be happy,
If all I seem to do is cry?
You weren’t supposed to leave me,
This has to be a dream.
I cant accept your absence,
And take goodbye for what it means.
You left me lost and broken,
I still can’t find my way.
Months have passed real slowly,
But it’s harder every day.
I will never forget you,
Though we are far apart,
I miss you so much baby,
And love you with all my heart.

A poem by Suzanne(my friend).