FRIENDSHIP IS LIKE CHINA
COSTLY RICH AND RARE,
ONCE BROKEN CAN BE MENDED,
BUT THE CRACKS ARE ALWAYS THERE.
JUST REMEMBER, TRUE FRIENDS
ARE LIKE DIAMONDS,
PRECIOUS AND RARE,
FALSE FRIENDS .
LIKE AUTUMN LEAVES.
FOUND EVERY WHERE
CLUELESSNAN

THIS THING CALLED LOVE

It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is more painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let that person know how you feel.

Maybe we have to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.

Love is when you take away the feeling, the passion, and the romance in a relationship and find out you still care for that person.

A sad thing in life is when you meet someone who means a lot to you, only to find out in the end that it was never meant to be and you just have to let go.

When the door of happiness closes, another opens but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.

The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.

It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.

Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they'll love you back. Don't expect love in return, just wait for it to grow in their heart, but if it doesn't, be sure it grew in yours.

There are things you'd love to hear that you would never hear from the person whom you would like to hear from, but don't be so deaf as not to hear it from the one who says it from his heart.

Never say good-bye if you still want to try, never give up if you still feel you can go on, never say you don't love a person anymore if you can't let go.

Love comes to those who still hope although they've been disappointed, to those who still believe although they've been betrayed, need to love those who still love although they've been hurt before.

It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone and a day to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.

Don't go for looks, they can deceive. Don't go for wealth, in the end it fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright.

THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FRIEND...

JEAN AND HER HUSBAND (EX LAWRENCIAN AND DAUGHTER)

RUKUMANI (REDDY) KRISHNAN

 AN AWARD WINNING costume DIRECTOR

WHAT A FRIEND IS

Someone turned to me and asked
"How many friends have you?"
Why 10 or 20 friends I believe
And began to named a few . 
 A true friend is an ally
Who can't be moved or bought
A voice to keep your name alive
When others have forgot 

A blessed one you are
To have so many friends
But think of what you're saying...
A friend is just not someone
To whom you say "Hello"

A friend is a tender shoulder
On which to softly cry
A well to pour your troubles down
And raise your spirits high

A friend is a hand to pull you up
From darkness and despair...
When all your other "so called" friends
Have helped to put you there



But most of all a friend has a true heart
For from the hearts of friends
There comes the greatest love of all!!!

So think about all this
For every word is true
And once again answer please...
How many friends have you??

After much thought I answered
I really only have just one
"It's You!"

A Friend Is Always Special
Because Friends Love you just because you're You!
author unknown

FRIENDS WITH NO FACES

We sit and we type,and we stare at our screens
We all have to wonder,what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam,through the rooms in a maze
Looking for something or someone,as we stare with in a daze
We chat with each other,we type all our woes
Small groups we do form,and gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name.
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt.
In PM's we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships how, we don't know
some of these friendships, will flourish and grow
.Why is it on screen  we can be so bold,
telling our secrets, that have never been told.
Why is it we share the thought in our mind
With those we can't see, as though we were blind.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must,
So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains
They are Friends Without Faces,WITH odd little names.

MY CYBER CATCH

So many men ~ So little time
I search and search hoping to find
That special one who’s Oh, So Right
Hoping he’ll show up on my screen tonight

I started a filing system now ~
I guess your wondering just how
Well, there’s the 'too young' file,
What do they want?
They use fancy names and real cute font

Another file is named 'no ed' these are the ones
With no brain in their head
Then there’s the file of 'dirty talkers'
This ones full and they’re probably stalkers

I have a file called ~ 'what was I thinking'
When I emailed these I must have been drinking
We move right along to ~ 'alright then'
These guys sound like really great men
Just one little thing they forgot to mention
Is the wife at home who gives no attention

So many files ~ So little time
I’ll run out of space before I find ~
My lover boy, my perfect match
The one for me ~ 'My Cyber Catch'

THERE HAS  BEEN MANY CASES WHERE MAN MEETS WOMAN ON THE NET ,IN A CHAT ROOM AND GOT MARRIED,  THERE HAVE ALSO BEEN MANY CASES WHERE WOMAN HAS BEEN  CHEATED AND LIED TO.. THE PERSON IS NOT WHAT SHE OR HE THOUGHT IT WOULD BE, THIS GOES FOR BOTH WOMEN AND MEN.
I DO ASK YOUNG GIRLS TO TAKE CARE MEET YOUR ON LINE FRIEND AND THEN MAKE COMMITMENTS, , I HAVE HAD A FRIND WHO THOUGHT SHE WAS IN LOVE SOLD HER HOUSE AND CAR AND WHEN SHE WENT TO MEET HER LOVER SHE FOUND HE WAS A MARRIED MAN, I WOULD NEVER TAKE THE CHANCE OF  GETTING FOOLED.

HARRY P EX LAWRENCIAN. MY YAHOO FRIEND

WHAT CAN I SAY ABOUT HARRY,
HE WAS A LAWRENCIAN TOO AND HE WAS A SENIOR TO ME, BUT WHILE IN LOVEDALE I DID NOT KNOW HIM AT ALL, EXCEPT PERHAPS I HEARD HIS NAME, BUT MANY YEARS LATER, WE BOTH JOINED LAWRENCE SCHOOL SITE AND THAT IS WHERE I CAME TO KNOW HIM BETTER.

HE HAD DONE GOOD FOR HIMSELF AT HOME IN INDIA AND ABROAD, BUT WHEN HE RETIRED HE BECAME A GRAND MASTER IN REKHI, SOMETHING THAT HE BELIEVED IN VERY STRONGLY, BUT IT WAS HARD FOR ME TO BELIEVE AS I KNEW VERY LITTLE ABOUT THE SUBJECT, HE WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE ADDED EXTRA ANIMALS TO THE EARTH, STOPPED THE ICE CAPPED MOUNTAINS FROM MELTING, EVEN CURED THE INCURABLE WHICH TO MY MIND WAS VERY FAR FETCHED.THIS LED US TO SOME LENGTHY ARGUMENTS. HE EVEN ONCE TOLD ME HE COULD MAKE ME TWENTY YEARS YOUNGER IF I SENT MY PICTURE TO HIM, AND I DID LOOSE MY TEMPER AT THAT AND ASKED HIM NOT TO INCLUDE ME IN HIS EXPERIMENTS, AND THAT I LIKE THE WAY AND AGE I WAS AT, WE DID NOT TALK FOR A WHILE BUT MY E-MAIL IN BOX WAS FLOODED WITH FORWARD MAILS , HALF OF WHICH I DELETED WITHOUT READING AS THERE WAS FAR TO MUCH OF THEM.
TIME WENT BY I WOULD SEE HIS MAILS IN THE LAWRENCE FORUM AND SOME TIME OTHER EX LAWRENCIAN WOULD RIDICULE HIM, I FELT SAD AT TIMES BECAUSE I DO THINK WE SHOULD ALLOW EVERY ONE TO HIS OWN BELIEFS, AS LONG AS IT WAS NOT HARMING ANY ONE.
SUDDENLY MAIL STOPPED FOR A WHILE AND I DID THINK HE MIGHT BE ILL, LITTLE DID I KNOW THE END WAS AT HAND, ONE DAY I FOUND TRIBUTES IN THE MAILS BEING PAID TO HARRY, HE WAS NO MORE, I CRIED, ANOTHER FRIEND WENT WITHOUT SAYING BYE, THAT IS THE SADDEST PART OF LIFE, ONE MOMENT YOUR IN THIS WORLD AND NEXT JUST ASHES AND SWEET MEMORIES, I COULD NOT BELIEVE THOSE THAT RIDICULED HIM WERE FEELING SAD AND PAYING TRIBUTES TO THE DEAR DEPARTED, WELL THAT IS BEING HUMAN WE DO NOT REALIZE THAT NOTHING LASTS FOR EVER, MAY HARRY'S SOUL REST IN PEACE,, I DO THINK OF HIM NOW AND AGAIN

POEM DEDICATED TO HAZEL

Around the Corner

In Delhi I had I a friend
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, years were gone

And I never saw my old friend's face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
she knew I liked  her , very well,
As in the days when I rang her bell,
And she rang mine..

We were much younger then,
And now we are busy, tired friends
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.

"Tomorrow" I say "I will call on her
"Just to show that I'm thinking of them"
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows..

over the seas and .. miles away,
there  is  a friend on face book
that tells me   hazel is no more.
And that's what we get and deserve in the end..
Around the corner, a vanished friend...

clueless nanette

THESE FRIENDS OF MINE

MANY MOONS AGO
WHEN I WAS IN DELHI,
HAZEL, ROGER HER BROTHER
AND DAVID WERE
FRIENDS.
NOT JUST ORDINARY FRIENDS
BUT SPECIAL PEOPLE
WHO LEFT FOOT PRINTS IN MY
LIFE,
WE HAD A LOT OF FUN TOGETHER
DANCING AT THE CELLAR,
PLAYING HOUSIE,
MEETING EVERY WEEK END,
AT ERIC DIGNUM'S HOUSE,
THOSE DAYS ARE GONE
IT WAS FOR A SEASON , BUT A TIME
WE WILL NEVER FORGET.
HAZEL IS NO MORE
AND ROGER SETTLED
WITH FAMILY IN ENGLAND.
GOD BLESS THESE SPECIAL FRIENDS OF MINE
DAVID DAWSON MARRIED HAZEL
NAN