Friday, December 30, 2011

Sad Love story of a Student - IT'S 7TH GRADE


IT'S 7TH GRADE..

I stared at the girl next to me... She was my so called "best friend"... I stared at her... Long, silky hair... And I wished she was mine... But she didn't notice me like that... I knew it... After class she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before... And I handed them to her... She said "thanks"... And gave me a kiss on the cheek... I wanted to tell her... I want her to know that I don't want to be "just friends"... I love her but I'm too shy to tell her... And I don't know why...

IT'S JUNIOR YEAR..

My phone rang... On the other end it was her... She was in tears... Mumbling on and on about how her love had broken her heart... She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone... So I did... As I sat next to her on the sofa... I stared at her soft eyes... Wishing she was mine... After 2 hours... I Drew Barrymore movie... And 3 bags of chips... She decided to go to sleep... She looked at me.. Said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek... I wanted to tell her... I want her to know... That I don't want to be "just friends"... I love her but I'm too shy to tell her... And I don't know why...

IT'S SENIOR YEAR..

The day before prom... She walked to my locker... "My date is sick" she said... He's not going to go... Well... I didn't have a date and in 7th grade... We made a promise that if neiter of us had dates... We'd go together just as "best friends"... And so we did...

IT'S PROM NIGHT..

After everything was over with... I was standing at her front door step... I stared at her ... She smiled at me... I wanted her to be mine... But she doesn't think of me like that... And I know it... Then she said "I had the best time... Thanks!"... And she gave me a kiss on the cheek... I wanted to tell her... I wanted her to know that I don't want to be "just friends"... I love her but I'm just too shy... And I don't know why...

IT'S GRADUATION DAY..

A day passed... And then a week... And then a month... Before I could blink... It was graduation day... I watched her... Perfect body... Floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma... I wanted her to be mine... But she doesn't think of me that way... And I know it... Before everyone went home... She came to me in her smock and hat... And cried as I hugged her... Then she lifted her head from my shoulders and said "you're my best friend"... "Thanks!"... And gave me a kiss on the cheek... I wanted to tell her.. I wanted to know that I wanted to be more than "just friends"... I love her but I'm too shy... And I don't know why...

IT'S A FEW YEARS LATER..

Now I sit in the pews of the church... A church that she is getting married in now... I watched her say "I do" an drive off to her new life... Married to another man... I wanted her to be mine... But she didn't see me like that... And I knew it... But before she drove away... She came to me and said "You came!... Thanks!"... And she kissed me on the cheek... I wanted to tell her... I wantd her to know that I didn't want to be "just friends"... I love her but I'm just too shy... And I don't know why...

YEARS PASSED..

I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend"... At the service they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years... This is what it said... "I stare at him... Wishing he was mine... But he doesn't notice me like that... And I know it... I wanted to tell him... I wanted him to know... That I don't want to be "just friends"... I love him but I'm just too shy... And I don't know why... I wish he would tell me he loved me"... I wish I did too... I thought to myself and I cried...
rest in peace my Love


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She lied me

There was once this guy who is very much in love with his girl. This
romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper-cranes as a gift to his girl.
Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his future
doesn't seemed too bright, they were very happy together. Until one day,
his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back.
She also told him that she couldn't visualize any future for the both of
them, so let's go their own ways there and then ...Heartbroken, the guy
agreed. But when he regains his confidence, he worked hard day and night,
slogging his body and mind just to make something out of him.

Finally with all these hard work and the help of friends, this guy had set
up his own company. You never fail until you stop trying one rainy day,
while this guy was driving; he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella
the rain walking to some destination.
Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched. It didn't take him
long to realize those were his girl's parents. With a heart in getting back
at them, he droved slowly beside the couple, wanting them to
spot him in his luxury sedan.
He wanted them to know that he wasn't the same anymore; he had his own
company, car, comfort etc. He made it! Before the guy can realize, the
couple was walking towards a cemetery, and he got out of his car and
followed.... and he saw his girl, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as
ever at him from her tombstone... and he saw his paper cranes beside her.
Find time to realize that there is one person who means so much to you,
for you might wake up one morning losing that person who you thought meant
nothing to you Her parents saw him. He asks them why had this happened.
They explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was ill with
cancer.
She had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not want to be
his obstacle ..... therefore she had choose to leave him ...
Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't
mean they don't love you with all they have She had wanted her parents to
put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings
him to her again he can take some of those back with him ...
Once you have loved, you will always love. For what's in your mind may
escape but what's in your heart will remain forever
The guy just wept ..... The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting
right
beside them knowing you can't have them


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Story of "Jin" Very Sad

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I have a boyfriend who grew up with me. His name is Jin. I always thought of him as a friend
until last year, when we went to a trip from a club. I found that I fell in love with him. Before that
trip was over, I took a step and confessed my love for him. And soon, we became a pair of
lovers, but we loved each other in different ways. I always concentrated on him only, but by
his side, there were so many other girls. To me, he was the only one, but to him, maybe I was just another girl…

“Jin, do you want to go watch a movie?” I asked.
“I can’t”
“Why? You need to study at home?” I felt disappointment grabbing me.
“No… I am going to meet a friend…

He was always like that. He met girls in front of me, like it was nothing. To him, I was just a girlfriend. The word ‘love’ only came out from my mouth. Since I knew him, I had never heard him say ‘I love you’ before. To us, there weren’t any anniversaries at all. He didn’t say anything from the first day and it continued till 100 days…200days… Everyday, before we say goodbye, he would just hand me a doll, everyday, without fail. I don’t know why…


Then one day…

Me: Um, Jin, I …
Jin: What…don’t drag, just say..
Me: I love you.
Jin: ……you….um, just take this doll and go home.
That was how he ignored my ‘three words’ and handed me the doll. Then he disappeared, like he was running away. The dolls I received from him everyday, filled my room, one by one. There were many…
Then one day came, my 15th year old birthday. When I got up in the morning, I pictured a party with him, and stranded myself in my room, waiting for his call. But… lunch passed, dinner passed… and soon the sky was dark… he still didn’t call. It was already tiring to look at the phone anymore. Then around 2am in the morning, he suddenly called me and woke me from my sleep. He told me to come out of the house. Still, I felt joy and I ran out happily.
Me: Jin…
Jin: Here…take this…
Again, he handed me a little doll.
Me: What’s this?
Jin: I didn’t give it to you yesterday, so I am giving it to you now. I’m going home now, bye.
Me: Wait, wait! Do you know what today is?
Jin: Today? Huh?
I felt so sad, I thought he would remember my birthday. He turned around and walked away like nothing had happen. Then I shouted… “Wait…”
Jin: You have something to say?
Me: Tell me, tell me you love me…
Jin: What?!
Me: Tell me
I put my pathetic self behind and clung on to him. But he just said simple cold words and left.
“I don’t want to say…that I love someone so easily, if you are desperate to hear it, then find someone else.”
That was what he said. Then he ran off. My legs felt numb… and I collapsed to the ground. He didn’t want to say it easily… How could he…. I felt that… Maybe he is not the right guy for me…
After that day, I stranded myself at home crying, just crying. He didn’t call me, although I was waiting. He just continued handing me a little doll every morning outside my house. That’s how those dolls piled up in my room… everyday
After a month, I got myself together and went to school. But what made the pain resurface was that… I saw him on a street… with another girl… He had a smile on his face, one that he never showed me…as he touched the doll… I ran straight back home and looked at the dolls in my room, and tears fell… Why did he gave these to me… Those dolls are probably picked out by some other girls…In a fit of anger, I threw the dolls around. Then suddenly, the phone rang. It was him. He told me to come out to the bus stop outside my house. I tried to calm myself down and walked to the bus stop. I kept reminding myself that I am going to forget him, that… it’s going to end. Then he came into my sight, holding a big doll.
Jin: Jo, I thought you were pissed, you really came?
I couldn’t help hating him, acting like nothing had happen and joking around. Soon, he held out the doll as usual…
Me: I don’t need it. Jin: What….why…
I grabbed the doll from his hands and threw it on the road.
Me: I don’t need this doll, I don’t need it anymore!! I don’t want to see a person like you again!
I spitted out all the words that were inside me. But unlike other days, his eyes very shaking.
“I’m sorry” He apologized in a tiny voice. He then walked over to the road to pick up the doll…
Me: You stupid! Why are you picking up the doll?! Just throw it away!!!

But he ignored me and just went to pick the doll. Then…

Honk~ Honk~
With a loud honk, a big truck was heading towards him.
“Jin! Move! Move away!” I shouted… But he didn’t hear me, he squatted down and picked up the doll.
“Jin, move!” HONK~!! “Boom!” That sound, so terrifying.
That’s how he went away from me. That’s how he went away without even opening his eyes to say one word to me.
After that day, I had to go through everyday with guiltiness and the sadness of losing him… And after spending two months like a crazy person… I took out the dolls.

Those were the only gifts he left me since the day we started going out. I remembered the days I spent with him and started to count the days… when we were in love…

“One…two… three…” That was how… I started to count the dolls…
“Four hundred and eighty four… four hundred and eighty five…” It all ended with 485 dolls.
I then started to cry again, with a doll in my arms. I hugged it tightly, then suddenly…

“I love you~, I love you~” I dropped the dolls, shocked

“I….lo..ve…you??” I picked up the dolls and pressed its stomach.
“I love you~ I love you~” It can’t be! I pressed all the dolls’ stomach as it piled on the side.
“I love you~”
“I love you~”
“I love you~”
Those words came out non-stop. I…love you… Why didn’t I realize that….That his heart was always by my side, protecting me. Why didn’t I realize that he love me this much… I took out the doll under the bed and pressed it’s stomach, that was the last doll, the one that fell on the road. It had his blood stain on it. The voice came out, the on that I was missing so much.

“Jo…Do you know what today is? We’ve been loving each other for 486 days. Do you know what 486 is? I couldn’t say I love you…. Um… since I was too shy… If you forgive me and take this doll, I will say that I love you… everyday… till I die… Jo… I love you…”

The tears came flowing out of me. Why? Why? I asked god, why do I only know about all this now? He can’t be by my side, but he loved me until his last minute…

For that… and for that reason… to me… it became courage… to live a beautiful life ..

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Sad Story of Baba


Baba Pandey, who was born on 1989, has hidden love story behind. Baba Pandey fell in love when he was 12 years old with the girl in photo above. She was of equal age to Baba. Baba says when he saw the girl first time he wished to be her friend and play together with her. Baba was in village area and the old minded society wouldn’t let a girl and boy play together. Baba was one of the victim of this old minded society.

Later, when Baba turned 16 years old, he fell in deep love with the girl. But Baba was unable to propose her because he had ego inside him. This led him towards dark path. He left his study and drank Alcohol few times. After knowing that Baba is drinking Alcohol, the girl asked about the reason of drinking as she had already heard through some sources that Baba loves her. Baba told her that yes its true that i love you. She smiled and then went towards her home after that.( In the village if young boy are together then people will start talking various things so these lovers were unable to talk much.) Baba was much happy on the day he exposed his feeling. After few hours Baba got a love letter from her. One of his friend dropped the letter. She had asked Questions like ” there are many girls, why do you choose me ? If i had known it before i wouldn’t have let you drink alcohol. etc… ( I will request Baba to post all love letters and photo Next Time) The day was one of the happiest day of Baba.

Then after, the Love Story Began. These couples were often together and they didn’t care about the society. They didn’t care what people were talking about them. However, the girl’s family was objective somehow but not completely because Baba was one of the best guy in village. Days were passing nicely, years also passed. They were in deep love. Especially Baba was in deep love rather than the girl. Unfortunately, girl used to be happy with other guys in absence of Baba. When friend’s told about the matter then Baba really became sad. So, he started caring about her habit even more. He often started hearing that she has affair with many other boys. This made him follow her even more. Some days he saw her with other boys and then again started drinking Alcohol. But, one day she talked with Baba and made clear they were just rumor only. The boy with whom Baba saw her was her brother. Again Baba became happy. Such process was going on.

Special Information : Baba Received 17 Love Letters from the girl and he sent 15 letters to her.

When Baba completed his school, he had to leave to City For Higher Study but the girl would study in village. So, the time of tragedy neared. This made Baba very sad. He had no other option. He went to INDIA -Bangalore to Study. there used to be phone calls often between these couples. Days were passing hardly for Baba and he returned back to Nepal because he was unable to forget her and wanted to see her. However, there was no possibility of going back to village so stayed in City Area and Joined a college. No much calls were made these days by her. Baba was hearing about her affair with other guys often. So, he was too sad and couldn’t study nicely.

On valentine Day 2007 a incident took place which totally turned their love story. Baba phoned to her but her brother, who was bit villain, picked up the phone. He threatened Baba and beat his sister. After that Baba tried four times to phone her but she says now everything is end between us. Baba never phoned again due to his ago but was eagerly waiting for her phone.

Special Information : From FEB 15th Till today Baba Never phoned her and he says he still loves her.

After 5 months she ran away with one boy and became mother after 7 months. Means when she ran away with the boy she was pregnant. Baba’s father told this news first time to Baba and Baba was not socked because he had imagined this could happen because of her past behavior. After the incident Baba sisn’t care about anything for few months. After that he became bold and decided to build career in field of Computer and IT. He is currently running a web service company + Educational Consultancy jointly with his father.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Constant fear of losing something

You know, you can call me a brat, a kid who doesn't know a thing about the world, because I'm just sixteen years old and honestly, I wish it was like that.
Just to be a naive kid, to knows nothing about death, about money that seems to vanish and parents, who just get older and older.
And in their shadow follows death.
Certainly, but always lets go of them at the last moment.
Seems to always leave you behind with the message don't forget me, one day I will come'.

It began first when I was, I think, eleven years old. My mother had cancer. It wasn't that bad even though it was cancer, but we first didn't knew if she could recover. What made her conditions really worse were the medicaments she had to take. She was weak and you couldn't do anything than just watch. Watch your own mother die! And that three times a day! I never knew you could become so dull. She was never so weak.
I felt so helpless.
And what comes next? At the same time, my father wanted to finally go through her and separate. (Originally divorce, but he has the habit to overwork, so he was too stressed to go that far). What would you think of your 'husband', when he looks at the price of the operation in front of you and says 'it's so expensive'? The first thing that came to my mothers mind was 'is my life so cheap?'. I'm not even mad at my father, because I know that both of them are at fault for the divorce and the stress and that they both are sometimes just too.... stubborn and careless about themselves. Seriously, there are too many factors which led to their divorce.
I'm actually a bit happy, that they going to end it, go to the court. It's hundred times better to see them divorced, than together in the same apartment, one evening seeing your own mother cry, screams at your kind (at least to you) father, who does nothing than just be silent and seems to hope, that everything ends fast.
But what if you're father seems to look better than before after he also had something bad with his body?
Has more power and a lot more endurance?
Finally looking after himself properly?
But what if your mother isn't afraid of death anymore?
What when you know the feeling of wanting to commit suicide? When it's sometimes too much to bear with?
Even I know that I will never really commit suicide, because I'm afraid what happens next and how huge the pain would be.
But if that fear vanishes, what stops you? I think, because me and my brother are here with my mom, she keeps up with everything, but what if I find her one day collapsed on the floor, when I go home? Or one day, she just vanishes? And you never know, if she committed suicide or just left you behind?
And I'm even more afraid of the time when I'll become eighteen, because I want to live with my friends somewhere, not living anymore in my old apartment. What if she does it then? When it's like, I don't 'need' her anymore?

When I'm in school, I see her sometimes covered in blood or jumping of buildings. They're just illusions, but I can't help it anymore. I just want to run, but I'm too afraid of what happens, when I'm gone.....

Hell, screw everything.

Did you ever even love me..?