Friends Forever

Yays! Its time for celebrations at Conjuring Kreativity! 🙂

On this special day I would like to share a story with you guys… a story I read somewhere and made a lasting impression on me…

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, “Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.” I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friend tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye.

As I handed him his glasses, I said, “Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.” He looked at me and said, “Hey thanks!” There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes. We hung all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Damn boy, you are going to really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!” He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn’t me having to get up there and speak.

Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him! Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be great!” He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. “Thanks,” he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began.

“Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years – Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach… but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.” I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn’t have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. “Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.”

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth. Never underestimate the power of your actions.

With one small gesture you can change a person’s life.

“Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.”

Vinay is one such friend to me…my best friend I would say! He is a sweetheart, a wonderful guy at heart. He can never see my straight face or a sad face…he does anything and everything to see me smile. His friends are everything for him.
This post would be incomplete without Vinu’s interview. Want to know what Leo thinks about friendship and his friends? Here it goes –
Aarthi: Alright
Leo…how do you define friendship?
Vinay: Friendship is what makes you hear the others’ silence, see the tear in the smile, be by their side to cheer them up and make the tear one of joy.
Friend is who is with you through broken hearts and skinned knees, even if they are the cause for the heartbreak or cut 🙂
Aarthi: wonderful
Since how long have you been blogging?
Vinay: hmm… ok… my blogging turns 3 years on November 4th 2009.
Aarthi: great
temme abt any 3 friends frm blogsville
n why they mean a lot to you
Vinay: i can’t rank friends… all of them have played an equal part in my virtual life… it’d be an injustice to point out only 3 friends who mean a lot to me.
Aarthi: ok
then can you tell me about a few of them>
as many as you want 🙂
Vinay: sure…
Callie aka Kajal, my sister… always by my side, in sadness or happiness. my mirror image in rhyme.
Pratsie aka Pratibha, the queen of poems… very inspiring and supportive. teacher of poetry to me.
Stephen, the solitary writer… brilliant writer and excellent friend. nice temper as well.
Riversoul, my best friend… the guy who writes better poems than me and still denies it.
Raash aka Rashi, the baby… sweet and good, writes well, loves prompts but better from the heart.
Dop aka Artz, the poetic darling… she knows how much of a friend she is to me and what i think of her.
Nirmal, the thinker… my first blog pal, best friend since 5th grade… excellent but inactive blogger.
and many more r there…
🙂
can’t say 100 here na.. 😀
its close to that if not a 100 🙂
Aarthi: all right
i guess that would be it 🙂
🙂
Vinu, It has been a pleasure knowing you! Every single day has been filled with happiness and smiles for me. Hope this friendship grows stronger with every passing day! My heartiest congratulations to you on your 200th. I do hope that I get to be there with you for your 500th post celebrations as well. I have learnt a lot from you Vinay and I would continue to do so!
Love ya tonnez!
With hugs and brownies,
Artz!

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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