metamemphis does not stay here

Little Bobby came into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner. His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good time to tell his mother what he wanted. "Mom, I want a bike for my birthday." Little Bobby was a bit of a troublemaker. He had gotten into trouble at school and at home. Bobby's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike for his birthday. Little Bobby, of course, thought he did.

Bobby's mother wanted Bobby to reflect on his behavior over the last year. "Go to your room, Bobby, and think about how you have behaved this year.

Then write a letter to God and tell him why you deserve a bike for your birthday." Little Bobby stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to write God a letter.

Letter 1
Dear God,
I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike for my birthday. I want a red one.
Your friend,
Bobby

Bobby knew that this wasn't true. He had not been a very good boy this year, so he tore up the letter and started over.

Letter 2
Dear God,
This is your friend Bobby. I have been a good boy this year and I would like a red bike for my birthday.
Thank you.
Your friend Bobby

Bobby knew that this wasn't true either. So, he tore up the letter and started again.

Letter 3
Dear God,
I have been an "OK "boy this year. I still would really like a bike for my birthday.
Bobby

Bobby knew he could not send this letter to God either. So, Bobby wrote a fourth letter.

Letter 4
God,
I know I haven't been a good boy this year. I am very sorry. I will be a good boy if you just send me a bike for my birthday. Please!
Thank you,
Bobby

Bobby knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get him a bike.

Now, Bobby was very upset. He went downstairs and told his mom that he wanted to go to church. Bobby's mother thought her plan had worked, as Bobby looked very sad. "Just be home in time for dinner," Bobby's mother told him.

Bobby walked down the street to the church on the corner. Little Bobby went into the church and up to the altar. He looked around to see if anyone was there. Bobby bent down and picked up a statue of the Mary. He slipped the statue under his shirt and ran out of the church, down the street, into the house, and up to his room. He shut the door to his room and sat down with a piece of paper and a pen. Bobby began to write his letter to God.

Letter 5
God,
I'VE KIDNAPPED YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE BIKE!!!!!!!!!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR FRIENDS.
Cheers

I know you understand me
When I tell you... Baby, I know we are “good friends”
Our friendship is like “this has no end”

We’ve always been there for each other when needed
We’ve understood each other for every act of ours
The time we’ve spent together … gypsy in the car
The need for talking to each other when we are 7000 miles apart
The moments we shared … the games we played
The fights we had … the tears we shed
The sorrys and thankyous … the gifts you bought me saying “this is ONLY for you”
The thicks and the thins… we managed to pass thru them by all means

Would you understand me?
If I tell you … lady, at the cost of risking our friendship
I would want to tell u a few things

When I’m with u I find my place in this universe, a sense of belonging
It’s like no pain can ever touch me again
The cherished feeling of being wanted, loved and admired
U complete my existence and I wish for it to last forever

Do you feel the same?

An insight into a girl's mind..ever thought what a beautiful lady wud day dream of?

Heres a sneak peek

i wanna go on a holiday
sunny beach, warm sand
cool mocktails, with fancy umbrellas
imagine this
walking along the damp beach in the evening while the sun sets
yeah i would like to day dream like this
or u know where other place i wouldn’t mind?
in a Swiss ski lodge while it snows outside and am drinking hot chocolate by a roaring fire
actually anywhere u go u need good company
one of the best trips i've had was matheran with cousins and friends
sometimes i feel u dont need camera... just a hassle ... but then when u look back at old snaps its like all ur memories are savored into that one photograph

All right people, here it is. Finally I managed to take some time out from my not so busy schedule to create an online diary for myself.

I have never ever in my life written anything other en exam papers so really don’t know what to say. But the fact that I have created a space for myself here indicates that I have a lot to share with you beautiful people.

Background check:
Name: Paras Mehta/ paro/ bewa/ bew
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Height: 180 cm.
Occupation: Advertising Professional

Ok enough that looks like am registering myself with some matrimony site :).

Last year around when one of my close friends, Arun launched his blog, in his first post he wrote things bout himself, his likes & dislikes. That made me wonder, y does he have to write bout himself on his blog when only his friends r gona visit the page. Little did I know that we are not the only “lukkhas” in this world..

So here is the list of things I dislike;
1.) Reading books
2.) Disturbed state of mind
3.) …

Things I like;
1.) My Family ( Maa, dad, sis I love u all)
2.) My friends
3.) Drag racing .. yeh I love the smell of burning rubber
4.) Computer games .. again mainly car racing
5.) Women .. (no m not a Casanova)

Ya, so more or else am like any other normal human being.

I can not believe that I wrote so much today. That’s like an over dose for me. So time for me to push off from here now.

Till en,
Adios