I MISS YOU.... PLEASE TALK TO ME...

YOU ARE THE BEST FRIEND I HAVE

I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU.

Heaven and Dogs

I got this one while browsing through the net. Wanted to put it up here for people who haven't read it already...

A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble.
At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like Mother of Pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold.
He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"
"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there". The man pointed to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in."
"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.
"There should be a bowl by the pump." They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.
The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them.
"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
"This is Heaven," was the answer.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates?Nope. That's Hell."
"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
"No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy that they screen out the folks who'll leave their best friends behind."

Life

Twelve years ago if someone would have asked me, "where do you see yourself ten years from now" ... I would have answered, "probably on a farm with a lot of animals, trying to deliver a calf into the world." That's what I wanted to do, to be a vet and work with animals.

The vet thing didn't happen!! for obvious reasons. Our accident changed my life completely. From being mad and eccentric (like most parsis are) to being wild and free, I had it all. Free to do what I wanted and when I wanted. My parents were never unreasonable (that's what I feel now, didn't then) and always let me be myself!! Maybe that's why I had such a hard time after our crash... I couldn't be myself anymore... and I couldn't do what I wanted to do...when I wanted..

I could never have imagined myself just sitting in one place and working from home. I always chose to be outdoors rather than being cooped up at home. I just wanted to freak out at every opportunity I got.

Life has a weird way of changing course. You are happily napping in a car at 5 am on your way to Bombay from Pune and the next second you are jammed inside it, with your skull ripped apart and your arms and legs fractured. You can hear loud voices of the people that mean the most to you, shouting and moaning in pain. My dad was driving that day (as he usually would) and my mom was in the seat next to him.. An ST. bus had just rammed into us. The impact was so hard that my sisters' door flew open and she was thrown out if the car along with our doberman, Ebony. I don't want to get into the gruesome details and freak people out reading this but, the accident was bad.. So bad that both my parents passed away the very next day..

Life didn't stop there. I continued to live after that.. always thinking why I wasn't smashed to pieces like they were, why didn't my brain pour out when my skull cracked...Twelve years later, I still don't know what my purpose here is. What difference would it have been if I would have just passed; that same day my parents did.

I am and will always be passionate about animals and even if I can never help delivering a calf, my craziness about life will never die out..

"When the going gets tough, the tough gets going"

My Serenity

The darkness blooms

beyond sight

Inside myself i hide

I've given over to the temptation

of the thoughts inside my head

I beg for forgiveness for my sins

Only silence answers

I beg to understand my place

Please give me the eyes to see

Grant me the serenity to see

To understand what I cannot change

Yet, I lack the courage to fight

Will you stand beside me or forsake me

I've fallen

broken myself

unmending pieces fall around me

I beg to find my home

Grant me the serenity to see........

Don't turn away

I pray you've heard

The words I've spoken

Dare to believe

Oh For one last time

Then I'll let the

Darkness cover me

Deny everything

Slowly walk away

To breathe again

On my own

Carry me away

I need your strength

To get me through this

Dare to believe

Oh For one last time

Then I'll let the

Darkness cover me

Deny everything

Slowly walk away

To breathe again

On my own

Past

Time, she slips beyond us all.

So busy looking for our futures are we.

Our pasts slip away from us.

Like a ship foundering in a storm,

Struggling for breathe as the crest takes her down.

I saw you in a dream long ago.

I see your face before me now.

I only hope that I know you as well

In that unforseen and forsaken future.

Will you sail away with my past?

Will I find you hiding amongst childish memories?

Or will you stand beside me as I pass into eternal slumber?

Will you be my past or my future?

You've taught me about love, glorious and free,

And you've shoved me face first into misery.

You've pulled me back from the chasmand yet allowed me to fall into the pit.

What does this mean?

Are you my past or my future?

Thoughts

Thoughts keep passing through my mind.
Some pass quickly.

Those that don't pass are the ones that mean something in my life... Maybe I just need to analyse why I get these thoughts.. maybe I should try and just let them pass. But they don't pass.. they keep themselves imbeded in my mind and prop up at any given time. What should I do? Think of something else? I do! But they are back, back to haunt me.

How can I let go?