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		<title>Pranks my friend has done to me.</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 10:22:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[As I said in my previous post, when I like someone in life so much I simply trust them with blind trust. This guy really used it. The first prank was when parthi, I and his friends were going on a ride in his car, he suddenly pointed the sky and said “Hay look there! [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: Calibri;"><a href="http://www.yourlara.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/april-fool.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-362" title="april-fool" src="http://www.yourlara.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/april-fool-215x300.jpg" alt="" width="215" height="300" /></a>As I said in my previous post, when I like someone in life so much I simply trust them with blind trust. This guy really used it.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The first prank was when parthi, I and his friends were going on a ride in his car, he suddenly pointed the sky and said “Hay look there! There is a white crow.” You won’t believe I never realized this was a prank, when I was fishing for the crow, they were silently laughing behind. It’s not that I am so innocent; it’s just that when the words came from him my brain immediately didn’t think but simply trust. </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: Calibri;">His first career was with Cadbury. He was asked to leave to Coimbatore for nearly 20 days. We didn’t have contact at that time. Mobile and internet were budding technologies at that time. One fine day he appeared o n the chat and said that he was deported to Texas, US on some urgent assignment. I never trusted at first, because he doesn’t even have a passport. Then my mind gave him the answers. I asked “whether he got his passport in Thakkal which can be got in 5-7 days). He said “Yes”. Then he started building up stories once realizing that I have started to believe that he is in Texas now.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;">                </span>He said “Here I am working closely with a farm owner who owns a huge dairy farm with over 100 cows”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;">                </span>“He has three daughters and one of the daughters is already mad about him”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;">                </span>“He promised to get me a cowboy hat without fail”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;">                </span>“He said it’s his first big assignment and he has impressed the diary owner to send products to Cadbury already, and the assignment is almost a success”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: Calibri;">I didn’t know all of this was a prank until he came back from “Texas” Coimbatore, with my forgotten gift (cowboy hat)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: Calibri;">This was the greatest prank. One fine day he called up and said that he got engaged suddenly. She was working in some software company. It’s an arranged marriage. The girl is gorgeous. They have started liking each other. To make me believe he made me talk to that girl (supposed to be his friend Veena assisting him in the prank). Of course I believed it after actually speaking with his fiancé. This went on for weeks. I use to ask him all the time how is his fiancée. Until one day the veena got irritated and wanted to stop this hoaxing over an innocent girl, yeah that’s me. This time I got angry and I fought saying that he over used my trust, which lasted a few seconds. Then parthi himself realized that I am too innocent to keep on playing pranks all the time and promised that he won’t do this again.</span></p>
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		<title>My best friend in this whole world</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 07:52:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[  Why, How and when he became my best friend. It was a shady time of my life. Facing a lot of dark sides at the same time in my life which has shaped me out as what I am today. The only reason that I kept going with my life was simply the belief [...]]]></description>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">Why, How and when he became my best friend.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: Calibri;">It was a shady time of my life. Facing a lot of dark sides at the same time in my life which has shaped me out as what I am today. The only reason that I kept going with my life was simply the belief in change that may come some day and trust in myself that I could do anything I want even when the whole world is against it. It was also a particular time of my life when I trusted no one as friends. Never took anyone in my circle. Two reasons a) Low in self-esteem b) Never saw true care till then. I was in my 2<sup>nd</sup> year college. I lost my best friend. It came as a shock because everything happened over night. I heard that he committed suicide 3 days ago and I was not revealed about it. He said so much to our friendship, how great, how true everything was. And one fine day everything was gone. A sudden loss was too much to take. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I started getting away from the rest of the world. Everyone seemed to be so strange.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: Calibri;">One day my friend <a title="Ramya" href="http://www.searchenginegenie.com/lara/?p=10 " target="_blank">Ramya</a>asked me that one of her friend Parthiban, was so inspired by my, self motivation and wanted to be my friend. This was really surprising for me. No one has ever offered me to be their friend. I was a lonely soul. I was very hesitant at first, thinking that he will just be like another guy who will end up in talking about sex after a certain topics are always over with a girl.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: Calibri;">He was a real surprise package. We talked more about science fiction, life, mythology, politics and I was absolutely comfortable with it. Then slowly I started accepting him in my life. It took almost a year to build the trust between our friendship. May be that’s why it still stands so strong. He means a lot to me, an inspiration and aspiration. No one ever offered a leaning shoulder to cry on without gains or commitments. He was the only one then. The first time in my life ever realized what a friend could do to your life. There are so many things that can be shared only with a friend.<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /><br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: Calibri;">When I start trusting someone so much, I start trusting every word they say. It becomes my taraga mantra. It’s like a blind trust you have towards GOD. Whether he gives you happy times or sad times we still trust him and worship him with complete love and surrender. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Living in India and coming from an orthodox background did give our friendship a lot of tests. Many people did rumor about us. But to share true friend ship with someone in life is like a meditation. When you have learned it perfectly, no one can disturb or take it away from us. Our friendship was a meditation in my life that I have completely attained. Initially I had been keeping people out of my life for the fear of losing them. But when it comes to parthiban, it’s completely different. Even if there has to be a situation in our lives that we had to part, it could only be our minds. We will always cherish, nourish the sweet moments spent together. The world&#8217;s secrets shared. The mythological stories argued over. The fantasies in the world still fantasized over. Discussion over politics which I never tried to understood. Some of the great books he introduced me to. Sharing the deepest sadness and greatest happiness’s of our lives. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: Calibri;">I have so much to keep talking about these pages of my life. It is simply never ending.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: Calibri;">I like his quality of respect he has for women. Recently he got engaged and is getting married this May with the love of his life. I wish them thorough happiness throughout their life.</span></p>
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