October 3 2016

Reality bites me…of friends


I am very friendly and always helping. I don’t like comparing people; everyone is different and special in their own way. I really wish people who know me understand this. I try to be careful when I talk or behave with people. I do not lie or use people for my own benefit to dump them later. I cannot even in my dreams think about deceiving anyone but since decades I have been taken for a bad ride, betrayed and hurt by people who call themselves as my friends. Perhaps I deserve it as I think everyone is good and don’t judge them instantly; this is why I get punished.  I talk to everyone, I am polite and cordial, just because I have been treated poorly, this doesn’t make me turn like them. It is not in my personality to change colours. There are such friends too who have made lifetime promises to me and never kept their word. I don’t ask for promises, until I make one. I am glad I haven’t made any promise. There is no scope of being blamed or land in awkwardness.

I like if I am remembered, or friends call me/text me, be in touch share moments of life, but unfortunately it doesnt happen. People whom I know over the internet (my blog or on twitter) are someone whom I have never met and I dont know if we would all meet ever, with whom I have limited, funny or friendly conversations. I don’t use my real name in both the places so I am given a name by everyone I communicate with. People who know me personally – by my real name and in person, don’t know I write a blog, I exist in twitter and I have a different identity online. It is a fact that no one knows the both sides of my individuality.

I am not a loner or forever in isolation, I socialise, I meet people, I talk with my neighbours, I play with children, I greet my acquaintances, I accompany my parents to relatives, shopping and other places, I teach students, I smile at those regular faces whom I see at walking park, but at the end of the day I am not their friend and vice versa.

I don’t like boasting of having hundreds of friends as I keep hearing from people I know about their implausible friend list. My contact list of my phone has only 5 numbers and only 2 apps (twitter and instagram) uploaded. Hike, Whatsapp, BBM or any other chat platforms are a big NO for me. I am not in Facebook. In twitter I follow less than 150 profiles though followers have crossed 100,  I can count how many I talk with. I believe in quality than quantity.

मेरे माजी के ज़ख्म भरने लगे…आज फिर कोई भूल की जाए
दोस्ती जब किसी से की जाये…दुश्मनों की भी राय ली जाए

“This post is for Day 3 of UBC and Daily Chatter

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Posted October 3, 2016 by Novemberschild in category "Blogging Challenges

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I write a lot, which keeps me off the streets and out of trouble. There is always something to write about, always a new story to craft. Not writing, for me, is like trying to hold back a sneeze. Learning to write was the most powerful influence in my life. I can still remember the awe I felt when I realized I could put real words onto paper and tell out a story. From that first ‘a-ha’ moment I knew I wanted to write.


  1. By deepagandhi on

    There are all kinds of people but we should decide whom to be friends with whom to be not ..Different people and their different experiences make us realise lot of things about life:)

  2. By Healthwealthbridge by Dr.Amrita Basu on

    It’s a good thing to make friends carefully. I am only close to people who radiate positivity. Otherwise I literally run away.Can’t stand lies and hate fake relationships.But I use my real name and people know I am a doctor and a blogger😊

  3. By Shalzzz on

    That’s something I can relate to! Being backstabbed by friends. Hmm. But I understand that it is always better to be cautious.

  4. By Mayuri Nidigallu on

    Hadd hai!
    With every post I find new similarities between us! Sacchi!:)))
    Wishing you love, better people, magic, dreams and all good things!

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