NEFM: Parents and mistakes....

Ola ladies and gentlemen...Hope you're doing well and am overwhelmed to welcome you to another short addition of N-E-F-M!!! I'll skip the intro part as I assume you very well know who your favorite RJ is ;)

A normal person with an abnormally normal brain would understand that being a parent is a huge responsibility, a burden which is born with each one of us. Unfortunately the people with hairy nuts for brains don't understand this. Forgive me for saying this but, some parents just don't get it. I mean, its a parents job to understand their children's way of thinking and alert them about puberty. It is of utter importance that the parents explain the situation to their children of what is happening and what might follow, if you get what I mean ;) . Its a fathers job to warn his son and a mothers job to caution her girl. Things could go very wrong if a father tried to warn his daughter and a mother tried to warn her son. It just happens so that....

(this is actually a true story) Adam and Stacy were a couple who had four sons, Drake, Dennis, Diego and David. Drake was 10 and he was one of a kind. He was so curious about stuff that if he starts babbling about one of his curiosities, things usually got a bit messy. Upon becoming 11 one day he asked his father about how babies were born. His father hushed him and said that only mothers know where babies come from. "But dad you told me that "natural glue" ain't used for pasting photos. You must surely know where I cam from...?" Adam glared at his son furiously and that hushed Drake for a tinsy bitsy second.Drake was clever enough to hush up in front of his father, but once his father was gone, he went into his fathers study and examined a book based on human biology.

That evening, Stacy found Drake a bit quiet and knew "something big" was coming. She rushed the other three to bed and consulted Drake about his curiosity. Drake told her about the babies stuff and what his father said. Stacy thought for a while and she got an idea. She took a piece of paper and drew a stick man and a woman. She told Drake that when a boy likes a girl and hugs each other, a seed is planted in a secret place and a baby is born magically. Drake took the crayon from Stacy and circled the skirt of the stick girl and stared at his mother. Stacy glared at Drake and send him to bed.

The next day, when Adam and Stacy returned home from work, they found their 70 year old baby sitter tied up in a chair without clothes. They quickly untied her and asked her what happened. "Your boy Drake got the others to tie me up and he tried to plant a sunflower seed in me. He said his mother told him that babies were born magically when a seed is planted in a secret place.......!!!!"

Well thats all folks. Just remember to be a bit accurate with what you supply to your children. Adios...

Life as a misfit...

Well, actually the title was the title I gave to my story which I wrote for the common wealth essay writing competition. Unfortunately I wasn't able to submit it. So I thought I'd share it with you guys and let you judge it. The whole thing is pretty long so I'll include a summary and the last bit at the ending.
The story is of a boy who was 17 and the problems he faced. He's so different from his friends and they don't like him one bit. So he changes himself to be liked by them and to be hated by his loved ones. He goes into drug dealing, pornography and so much more until he realizes the mistake he made. So he tries to make everything right. He starts running away from his life and tries to end it when he couldn't find a place to hide. He tries to jump off the peak of a mountain when a miracle happens. After a thunderous rumble, a night rainbow splits the sky and from the heavens above the pearly white forms of his parents glide down and tells him this...

"Life is never easy to live when you try to be someone you're not...Its not easily explained but its your choices that count...Change is a fact of life...for the greater good or for the bitter worse...If you're changing just because your friends ask you to...well thats not friendship...Its just another compromise...It shows that even though you have eyes, you're blind to not see what they are doing, even though you have ears, you're deaf to what they're saying behind you're back...You can't feel the pain of being back-stabbed...but you still have feelings...You become a person who has a brain incapable of choosing between right and wrong...What does that make you?

A body of your own with disabled senses...a confused soul captivated by your fears, confidence never there...A life you live, but lead by people who you think are friends...What else does it make you apart from a slave captivated by your own enigmatic fears... What are you scared of? Why are you scared? Why do you hold back? Why do you hate life so much when you have so much to gain and nothing to loose? And why do you act the puppet of your friends...Forgive me for saying this, but when I look in your eyes, hatred stares back at me...I just don't understand why...

You hate being who you are...You hate life because there are so many obstacles...You hate life 'cause you never understood it...You hate yourself because you make mistakes...You hate the community because there are people better than you...Bottom line is, you hate the fact that you were born...the fact that god gave you a chance to live, to prove yourself...Another question...If so, why don't you hate god? Funny...You don't hate god but you hate everything he gave you...A family, a home, friends, wealth and a life to live...

You know questions cannot exist without answers...Problem is you don't want to find them...You know when you make mistakes...Problem is you don't intend to correct yourself...You know when trouble is brewing your way...Problem is you don't want to avoid them...You know your own fears...but you don't want to find them...Yet again you push your confidence aside and let your nightmares haunt you and hold you back from excelling...

Running away is not an answer...But its an option...A person who runs away from life has nowhere to go...'cause he ain't got a place to hide from life...Trust me there is no possible place to hide from something thats not even chasing you...Your problems, your fears...They always find you...hurt you...and now its time to stop running...Its time to look back and open your eyes...Come to your senses...

Look around you....Look at the mess you've made...There is nothing you can't undo or make right...Don't get confused...You can always start by telling the truth and lies in your life start to unfold...Never sell yourself to your friends by trusting them as you're handing them the weapon of your own destruction...Be brave...Whenever you fall, get up...Learn from your mistakes because right cannot exist without wrong...Life is too short for hatred...Accept it as it comes and smile often...At times laughter can be the best medicine...Express your self...tears aren't for the weak alone...Dream...Dream about a future and chase those dreams...Paint them...Make them come true...

Like yourself, accept gods gifts and thank him for giving you a chance to live...Believe in yourself...Be responsible for your own actions and avoid blaming others for crimes they didn't commit...Respect and be respected...Always know when to quit...You don't always have to push yourself too hard because everything happens for a reason... Being different is not a sin...Nor is it a crime...Its what makes you who you are, an identity born with you...Trying to change it leads to nothing but trouble...You can't force people to like you...They make there own decisions, so can you...Sometimes its best to stand out rather than trying to fit in..."

His parents fade away and the sunrises for a new day. The guy starts to settle things...End of story. This wasn't only a story, it has some truth in it. Its a message to all those people who think life's just too hard to live...To tell you the truth, its something I wrote on my 18th birthday...Rate it guys...What do you think?

A beginning from the end...

The silver stars peppered the sky
The last birds of the night flying by
The pale moon peeping through
The cotton clouds white and blue

Alone in a park down the alley
Sat a boy 18, in a lost valley
Of shattered dreams and aching desire
Sinking in the sea of tears and fire

His glance fixed on his palm
A broken heart lay still and calm
All night sitting there, shattered and weak

Silent tears streaming down his cheeks

Love was sweet, unannounced when it came in
But, when it left, it was never the same
It hurt so much, the unbearable pain
From the heavens above, it started to rain

Heaven help me please, he prays
Show me soothing and better ways
I did what I thought was right
But the results weren't as bright

A dazzling light appears out of thin air
So bright, unthinkable, a happening so rare
It shapes as a tall white man
Speaking gently, comforts the boy all he can

Life is tough, love is part of it
Stand up, when you fall, confront it
The lessons it teach, reap the benefits
Its you, your life, each and every bit

Live life like theres no tomorrow
Trust no one but your shadow
Smile in the face of grief, shed no tears
With that he just disappears

The rain stopped at the crack of dawn
From the ashes of yesterday, he was reborn
With a smile on his face, opens his arms
And the morning sun flushes at his charm

Its a new day, a new dawn, a new life
Thinking of searching for the real wife
He sets off with the previous events in mind
Leaving his bitter past behind...

Song of the month...

Dedicated to all those people who've been turned down by the ones whom they love...Cheeeeeers!

Never say goodbye...

I know a lot of people have been waiting for this. Infact, a lot of people have been asking me about my love life. I have decided to share with you the one part of my life that I have guarded very secretly up until today. I just thought the best way to get through it is by sharing it with my viewers…

When I was 15, you can say I hardly new anything about love…yea right! By then I had all the info I needed through books, internet, friends…etc. If you asked me what love was then, I could have defined it for you in a thousand ways, but still, even then, what it truly was, how it happened, it was all a mystery to me. I know it sounds funny but it is the truth…

Love crept into my life one night, unannounced, when I was expecting it the least…I first saw her in the carom hall, practicing all by her self. I don’t know why I stared at her, only her…I mean there were many girls in the hall of the same age. I didn’t talk to her…The very same night, I didn’t know why but I started secretly picking on her hair, because it was all bushy with no clips, but, still she looked attractive…I felt something for her, I couldn’t get what it was…

This continued until the tournament was over and by then I realized that these feelings I had for her had a name, love. Funny I didn’t realize it sooner. I wasn’t sure I was going to see her again so I just tried to forget about it and pass it by as a beautiful dream I had. But it proved difficult…very difficult. Luckily, when I confessed this to one of my class mates, he told me that she was in the same tuition class as him. I send her a love letter immediately. I didn’t save a copy, but she still has it. I’m damn sure about that…The thing was I didn’t get a reply in three months…Finally; the hardships of O’level exams drove her off my mind for some time…

The moment the exam was over, she took her place back in my mind…I longed to talk to her, see her, meet her…well, this wish came true in the most “kind” manner. I saw her one night with her boy friend. I wasn’t sure what I felt that night. Again, through this friend of mine, I got her number…but it was she who contacted me first because she had my number through my friend….a relationship was born that day…one I never gave a name to, because it never was constant, it changed from friends to close friends to cousins to brothers…but for me, all those time it was love alone…I never told her then…

After three long years, I finally confessed to her. I gave the relationship a name. I had to go on a trip to Lanka (I’ll be posting about my trip to Lanka as soon as I get the photos) and I had no way of meeting her in private, so I wrote her a letter. Just a confession…here it is…

“Dearest,

Hi, hope you’re doing well. I wanted to tell you something that I’ve wanted to tell you from the moment we met. Maybe you know what I’m going to say. Please listen. Just listen and make a decision, I don’t care what happens in the end I just want you to hear me out.

I’m a simple guy who lives a simple life. I never believed in love at first sight, but from the moment I met you, it changed. Everything changed. I don’t know why it happened. All I know is that I fell in love with a girl who is beautiful enough for me…brave enough for me…good enough for me. I never felt this way about anyone else in my life.

I may not be the strongest or the richest. But tell me something…can strength make love bow down to it? Can money pay the price of love? All I want to say is I LOVE YOU. I may not be the most perfect person on earth, but I know that the love in my heart for you has never changed. Maybe now you hate me for admitting this, but I think its best that I tell you. For almost two years now, I’ve been wondering what you’ll say when I admit this.

I remember a night when I asked you what love was and you told me you had no idea. But I knew that you had a boy friend then. I wonder what type of boy friend he was to not teach you love…how to love…Love is a beautiful feeling…Maybe love has hurt you in the past…I’m asking for a chance to heal those wounds…Please…

When you read this, I won’t be in Male’. But I’ll be here on the 24^th of this month. I had to leave immediately after test, if not; I’d have given you a call and told you everything. Sorry if I have upset you by saying this and I hope you’ll forgive me if I have. I’ll be waiting for an answer…You’ve got till the first of July…I hope you’ll give me clear answer of what you want…Thanks for your time..

From the person whose heart has been beating for you ever since he met you…

**** ”

Time passed, she got the letter but never replied. As July 1^st approached, I was getting a little worried, a bit nervous…but I waited patiently. The reply never came…so, I decided to call her (Swyt advised me to do so; Thanks Swyt dear)…She was a sleep, so I sent her a sms…

“I just want to say sorry cox I know now that I have upset you by confessing what was in my heart…Just forget about me…those memories…the letter…everything…Cox I promise, by sunrise tomorrow morning I’ll have forgotten that we ever met or we were friends once…Good luck and enjoy life…Goodnight and goodbye forever…”

I got a reply from her early morning…

“What kind of message was that supposed to be? :s”

I replied back…

“I sent you a letter confessing that I love you and u didn’t reply…So I took that as a no…Don’t tell me you didn’t read the letter…!”

No reply…I was desperate for an answer…so I sent her another sms… (I didn’t call her because my voice seemed to have vanished at that time)

“You don’t know how it hurts to have loved someone for almost three years and when confessed, never to get an answer…please just please, say something….If you want to talk about it just let me know…before the end of the day….”

She replied this time…

“I read the letter. About the reply, I still haven’t come to a conclusion…but will let you know soon…”

I just thanked her asked her to reply soon…I was finding it very difficult to maintain a straight face…the whole day I spent thinking about it….Finally I got an answer today…it said…

“My dear,

Friendship doesn’t mean that it should end even if we didn’t become lovers…I’m glad that you’re my friend and love you a lot as a bro.

It’s really hard to digest these…Its not easy for me to forget everything…

I don’t blame you for loving me…Maybe it’s my mistake I couldn’t pick out that…

I don’t know why I should end up my friendship for love…it’s not fair…

I respect your feelings…But I never felt anything like that for you…Its true that my life won’t be the same without you…I don’t want to end our relation…I want it forever…I don’t want to end it when we broke up or something…

I want everything to be the same…I never want to have the broken pieces of our relation…I need you cox in these years, my soul accepted you as my bro…please understand me; this is not the end of the world…

Hope you’ll understand me…

Never say goodbye…”

I didn’t know what to say…what to do…I didn’t know what to feel…Sad? Happy? Emotional? Shame? Guilty? Confused? I don’t know what I felt…I just can’t describe it…So after a while I replied…

“Thanks…I don’t want to forget you either…I’m glad you confessed and I’m proud that you told me the truth…Guess I got a bit carried away…You’re right, its not the end of the world…Lets just be like we were before…Sis…2^nd cousin…hehehe..

It hurts to know that I won’t be loved by the one I love…But it feels great to know that I have someone special who loves me as a bro…You’re love is one of a kind…I just need to change the way I love you…It will change…Just need some time…that’s a promise…You’re the greatest pal one can ask for…Thank god I met you….I’ll be your bro till the end…No matter what, never say goodbye…”

I still am not sure what to feel…and I don’t get why I wrote that last sms…but one thing is sure…this chapter of my life is officially over…I can never love her again and I can never love another woman the same…I can only love another woman much more than I loved her…