Special for oxygen for prana, a friend should be special ...

- Spectrometer-Jay Vasavada

- If you add up the true events with a heart touching fantasy of friendship, it seems that friendship is the only interest, everything else is a virus!

There is more faith than breath,

Friend! You are also special to God.

Wound time that can't heal,

You heal it, I realize.

What fights we had,

The show is a joy to remember!

Trivial childhood events, dude!

Is the true cache of our lives.

Viti, Vite, Vitshe without you

Those moments are not life, they are ridicule.

Laughter gathers awakening,

There is a permanent fast of suffering.

If it doesn't have shoulders, it won't work,

Where is that shoulder That is my breath.

This poem by Vivek Taylor, the poet of the same title, was written first, then came the news of this year's Gozara Kovid period ...

In May, two friends from Surat, a young laborer working in a yarn mill, Yakub Mohammadi Sayyum, 4, and Amrut Ramcharan, 6, left for their respective hometowns in Uttar Pradesh in a truck.

Along the way, Amrut's health deteriorated. The virus has revealed the true nature of Bhalbhala. The other passengers in the truck shouted in fear of the Corona. The truck reached Shivpuri village in Madhya Pradesh. The driver decided to make Amrut understand Corona's patient in the inner darkness. What does a lonely sick young man do on a strange road? But his brother Sayyum came down. If Sajo was good himself. And taking the head of the sick friend in his lap, Sayyum kept shouting in Dilip Kumar's ada of 'Mashal', 'Stop the car, brother ...'

Someone made a video. No one came to help. Amrut was admitted to Shivpuri Hospital. The covid test of the two friends came negative, but when Amrut died at the hospital on May 15, he was present at the hospital. Nectar is dead, friendship is nectar!

One such incident occurred in the month of April. 150 km from Ranchi. Two childhood friends from a distant Bokaro village. Devendra and Rajan. Went to study in Delhi. After this Devendra settled in his native Jharkhand Ranchi and Rajan went to Vaishali Nagar in Ghaziabad UP for a job. Coroner Rajan became nervous after Rajan's neighbor died in Kovid. There is no hospital bed anywhere. If I got a bed, I would not get oxygen as there was a shortage of trahimam. Rajan's drowning Naiya's voice cracked and another common friend Sanjay spoke to Devendra in Ranchi.

To save his friend's life, Devendra immediately set off on a bike. Bokaro went away. Requested Rakesh Kumar Gupta of Jharkhand Gas Plant and got oxygen cylinder but 1600 km. How to deliver to Ghaziabad soon? In the end, Devendra asked for a loan if he did not have a car. He took the car and left in a single breath. Drived for 3 hours straight. I met the policeman and explained the situation to him. Seeing oxygen brought life to a friend's life, and a brother like oxygen saved his life!

There will be many such cases. Somehow printed in the news and the rest printed on the heart. Family and friends are our government in the midst of an emergency like a hospital. If there is no lifeline, then the burden of incomplete completion and trust can be placed on them. Seeing the body on the cheetah does not stop the worry, but the same true relatives. The walls of wealth or religion do not stand in the way of friendship. Because friendship is the same wealth, friendship is the same religion. The religion of belching of joy and cooperation of help.

Shell Silverstein's little poem: How many cracks in an old door? It depends on how much you knock it off. How many slices are in a loaf of bread? It depends on how thin you cut. How much love does your friend have for you? It depends on how much you give! Right. But often giving is taken for granted. It is said in the Mahabharata that the wind accelerates the fire but also extinguishes the fire. There is no accompaniment without strength. Times have changed so much that a man who touches the screen instead of the skin has become so lazy that he gets hurt by himself from time to time. As expectations grow, so does understanding of the situation.

The trend of losing friends by understanding friendship as a debating society is increasing. Friends are free to share me. A politically correct stand is like a corporate suit tie shoes. Mabho falls and is accepted by the people. But Yari's fun is in the open bottom of the shorts and vest. That means having friends can be open. Weight loss will be followed by fatigue and constant tiredness. It can be shared to call a girl who likes it a cool cucumber cracker or a boy who likes it a hot handsome person. Then you have to pay for the feeling of being meditated within the caste system or to go to a psychiatrist like in the West to speak (and for him to listen quietly) in cash!

Rather than having friends who can express themselves without a veil, without a veil, it is a medicine that is more intoxicating than old alcohol. That's why old friends keep giving new flavors. Increases life expectancy by relieving stress The rest of the centuries ago it was said in Sanskrit: 'Controversy, wealth relations, tea-speech, exchange: place-friendly motives:' Having the desire to move on - all of these causes friendships to break up! This is the eternal golden truth.

Another verse is important for friendship with the self. Vidya, your knowledge / commonsense / GK always comes in handy in travel. Become a spouse / friend at home. In medicine, medicine becomes a friend and in death, righteousness / virtue becomes a friend. Prescription for Solo Friendship with Self. However the creator of Winnie the Pooh. He told the friend that friendship could not be based on long-term philosophies. That is the essence of short sentences! What are you doing ? Let's go for a walk, let's go for a meal, let's watch this movie, let's come now, let's go .. let's go .. ... huh? Evu? Giggle ... take, hi hi ... let it be now ... no, not at all ... now, just say it .. yes, pukku ... our air has stopped ... merriment has come. .. I can't do it ... I can do it with you ... I have a little bit to ask ... let me tell you ... take it, use this now ... just relax ... don't talk .. dance What to do now without eating price ..? (All samples are ours, not from friends ... hehehee ...)

The stone kills me for thousands, but not me

Jo dil pe laga aakar, ik dost ne mara hai!

E.B., a consulting editor of a reputed magazine like 'New Yorker' and a sensitive storyteller from a farming family. White wrote a 'Machiavellian children's story'. Appreciated, he made a good contribution to the vegetarian movement. Children's Story does not have a gloomy theme like Death. But with skill, it got stuck. Films were made from it. Made in 2007 - Charlotte's Web. Let's start the story of the film, which brings tears to the corners of the eyes and smiles to the corners of the lips without being melodramatic, for the salute of the comrades who became the kiss of luck in the face of the crowd during the difficult Corona period.

The narrator starts talking at the very beginning of the film: there was nothing special in that remote village. The inhabitants were ordinary people who lived a normal life. The animals ... the same ones running in Chile. Never ask any questions against the system. That is why the days that pass there are like any other. Ordinary but one spring day, a little girl on a small farm did something that changed everything!

It so happened that a piglet was born in a family with a small farm / stable in front of the house in the village. Mani Das Dintadi clung to ten cubs and fell to the eleventh. It was good that the rest of the bhunjai was eaten, but the youngest daughter of the farmer took the piglet, which looked like a rudder, with her and kept it with her as a friend like a pet. Take a nap together, take a bath and go to school.

The baby in the sky grew up in the days of counting the stars in the sky as the baby does not grow day and night. It was difficult to keep him at home. A little bit of a cute pink pig named Wilbur growing up

The girl's uncle was kept away. In which lived 3 goats, two crows, two ducks, one horse, one rat. There was a cute pig from the Wilbur house. Dahidahi talked like a man, he tried to relax by talking to everyone because he was alone, but no one shouted. Tired, the father fell asleep.

The next day no one befriended her. It was thumping but the cruel reality made it so enjoyable that before winter finally came, someone would be slaughtered and served as food! Wilbur flinched in fear. Can't he just see how the snow falls? Will the cut die like this? Without any company, without listening to the small things of everyday life with great enthusiasm?

Someone jokes about Wilbur, someone makes fun of him, someone takes pity on him, someone neglects him but doesn't make friends! Friendship means sharing pain and joy, but when all the night falls asleep, Wilbur, who is happily sharing his story, heard a sweet voice from above. The sound was sweet with the affection mixed in it. A female spider, say 'spider', was talking to Charlotte while eating flies. Wilbur had more emptiness of humsafar friend than Rahbar Guru. He did not hesitate to judge other animals because of Charlotte's ugly appearance. Talked with love. Charlotte Wilbur was fascinated by the fascination with the fascination of exploring the world around her. Friendships are invisible to each other, and friendship is invisible.

Wilbur had the tension of being cut to death. In which regret or contemplation were all manifested. But without saying a word, he did not help. Livelihood was the destiny of poor animals. In it Wilbur's welfare. But the importance of friendship is not of success, it is of shared travels. Charlotte said I should do something. What does a spider help a pig? But Wilbur's goodness was Charlotte's inspiration. He thought calmly and fought a recipe.

The next morning, what a farmer's family, the village was bustling! Breaking News! As soon as the news came back, crowds of people descended on the door of the barn (wooden stables) saying that the spectacle was not over. Charlotte worked hard all night and wrote the letters 'Sum Pig' - a special pig! Understood a miracle, the whole village became a 'celebrity'. Wilbur was the only pig there, so it was discussed. Animals and birds were talking inside. But people were reading letters in a spider's web.

Charlotte wrote one word after another for Wilbur. Terrific, Radiant, Humble. Not understanding for Humble - Wilbur asked 'So?' Charlotte says ‘polite’. 'But I don't deserve so many adjectives,' says Wilbur. Charlotte says, 'If this is the only proof that I know you well and write your marks! Thus, time was running out. The season changed and a fair came to the village. To cheer on Charlotte Wilbur, a friend, Batakbola, joined the rat. Where Wilbur received special honors after many long thrilling events, it was announced that the spiders would be preserved as long as Wilbur lived as a village heritage due to the words of the web.

The girl who rescued him got a new friend at school. But Charlotte encouraged Wilbur. Wilbur ran to the spider to give him the good news. Charlotte was tired of traveling. She gave birth to a bunch of baby larvae. According to the order of nature, he lost his life after that. He said to Wilbur, 'Great friend. I am happy that you will be able to see winter but now I have decided to go to a big village (death). I befriended you before it got better! '

Tears welled up in Wilbur's eyes. He said to Charlotte, 'You saved my life by writing nicely. What can i do for you I will save you! ' Charlotte said to Whale: 'Hey friend, you don't know what he's already done for me? He befriended me alone, talked (without judgment), and thus enjoyed the distance by showing a beautiful spider in front of everyone around him! '

Wilbur said in Charlotte's Last Goodbye with tears in his eyes, 'Love you friend.' And diligently picked up the bundle in which her cubs were to emerge. Arranged it back in the stable. As time went on hundreds of tiny cute chicks came out and many walked away, but three stayed. Her names were Joy, Arnoya and Nellie Rakhi Wilbur. 'Your mother was my friend. Was very good. Loyal. Beautiful to meet the clever with good nature. I am proud that she became my friend. I will cherish that gift for the rest of my life, and I urge you to be his friend! '

Then winter Wilbur saw a lot of winter. Friendship with a pig in Charlotte's affectionate memory made her a prominent figure. Give identity. Does anyone have an account of how many heart attacks will occur when there is no place to talk openly?

The narrator / narrator concludes the film by saying: And in that ordinary village, a pig that looked like another in a normal farm, playing in the mud, stood among many friends and watched the changing seasons. Why Because someone was standing, he was leaning there to see the nobility, love, beauty and courage inside him. Instead of doing dirt. This is the Miracle of Friendship! The magic of friendship!

Charlotte Webb. Gary Winnick, the director who made a great film based on the original story, died of cancer at the age of 9 after making the last such great 'Letters to Juliet', on which there is a lesson to be learned in a single film written (unveiled, Shatdal) on February 19, words save lives. In the same way duty, determination, renunciation, hope, simplicity, justice, respect, emptiness, laughter are all there. It is a matter of friendship like its confluence, where the promises made to each other are respected. Not selfishness, this is the essence. Life friendly.

Happy Friendship Day

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