I went to a party Mom,
I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom,
So I drank soda instead.
I really felt proud inside, Mom,
The way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom,
Even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom,
I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
As everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom,
I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me,
So responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom,
But as I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn't see me, Mom,
And hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
I hear the policeman say,
"The other guy is drunk," Mom,
And now I'm the one who will pay.
I'm lying here dying, Mom....
I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom?
My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom,
And most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom,
I'll die in a short time.
I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom.
The others didn't think.
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank
And I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now.
Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
And I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying
And all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom,
Put "GOOD BOY " on my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mom,
Not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom,
I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom.
I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom.
When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom.
Before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive,
So why am I the one to die?
Friday, September 26, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
55 word stories....MUST READ !
This is some of the best things to share
Written by : Veerabhadra Siva Sanjeev K.
The suicide
I woke up from my bed only to find her hanging to the ceiling. ‘My wife was killed by some one’ I couldn’t even digest the fact. The police were at the place in a few minutes. Just below her body was mine with a knife stabbed in my heart and her fingerprints on it.
The headache
I was having a splitting headache. I gulped a tablet. I applied a balm. No avail. And finally I removed a hammer and started banging it onto the head. First time and the pain reduced. Second time and it reduced even further. And third time. All my three roommates lie in a pool of blood.
Wrong number
"Hello," a sweet voice called me up on my mobile. "Is this Rakesh?" she asked. "No ma’am, wrong number, but you can still talk to me," I said as I was bored at my workplace. "Come home in the evening and the pan will do the talking," the voice said and she cut the call.
Why should boys have all the fun
"Shhh.. Don’t shout. We’ll start to Goa tomorrow. Nobody’s gonna tell the guys," the girls were contemplating in the next room. Having overheard the conversation, I said "Destination Goa." We were off to Goa. Two days later, we don’t find the girls in Goa.
"Guys, where have you all been? We are enjoying at home"
My monkey wife
"I woke up today morning when I looked at the window. I then saw this monkey so huge and fair and dressed up well, imitate me." I was trying to make fun of my wife, who normally imitates me, by calling her a monkey.
"You call this window?" my wife asked pointing to a mirror.
The Split
I slowly placed my head on the wooden platform and she slowly raised the axe. I closed my eyes in fear and she gripped the handle firmly in her hands. I said my last prayers and ‘thud’ fell the axe onto the wood splitting it apart. She was in Tokyo and I was in California.
My first love
The first time I saw her, she was shaking her body in the aerobics class. I almost drooled over her beauty. She looked at me and smiled. The world beneath me vanished and the sky appeared to be coming closer towards me. I opened my arms wide open and said, "Illeana darling, I love you"
The portrait trilogy
At the museum, we reached a dark place. Three portraits were hanging. In the first, a bloody ghoul was feeding on a woman. In the second, a demon ripped apart itself and in the third there was a female, still and calm. "Damn, She moved" I shouted. "Stupid fool, that’s a mirror," my wife remarked.
The hitchhiker
A beautiful girl on the highway was flashing two fingers. I crossed her and looked at her, through the rear view mirror. She was gone. Next moment she was behind me in my car. I swerved left and hit a tree. Later, a truck driver came that way and saw the girl showing three fingers.
The race
I was driving home when a car vroomed past me. I started to race with that Civic. Swerving to the left and cutting across the lane, I was about to overtake it when I showed my finger and then vanished from sight. Later that night, my dad asked me the meaning of showing the finger.
Written by : Veerabhadra Siva Sanjeev K.
The suicide
I woke up from my bed only to find her hanging to the ceiling. ‘My wife was killed by some one’ I couldn’t even digest the fact. The police were at the place in a few minutes. Just below her body was mine with a knife stabbed in my heart and her fingerprints on it.
The headache
I was having a splitting headache. I gulped a tablet. I applied a balm. No avail. And finally I removed a hammer and started banging it onto the head. First time and the pain reduced. Second time and it reduced even further. And third time. All my three roommates lie in a pool of blood.
Wrong number
"Hello," a sweet voice called me up on my mobile. "Is this Rakesh?" she asked. "No ma’am, wrong number, but you can still talk to me," I said as I was bored at my workplace. "Come home in the evening and the pan will do the talking," the voice said and she cut the call.
Why should boys have all the fun
"Shhh.. Don’t shout. We’ll start to Goa tomorrow. Nobody’s gonna tell the guys," the girls were contemplating in the next room. Having overheard the conversation, I said "Destination Goa." We were off to Goa. Two days later, we don’t find the girls in Goa.
"Guys, where have you all been? We are enjoying at home"
My monkey wife
"I woke up today morning when I looked at the window. I then saw this monkey so huge and fair and dressed up well, imitate me." I was trying to make fun of my wife, who normally imitates me, by calling her a monkey.
"You call this window?" my wife asked pointing to a mirror.
The Split
I slowly placed my head on the wooden platform and she slowly raised the axe. I closed my eyes in fear and she gripped the handle firmly in her hands. I said my last prayers and ‘thud’ fell the axe onto the wood splitting it apart. She was in Tokyo and I was in California.
My first love
The first time I saw her, she was shaking her body in the aerobics class. I almost drooled over her beauty. She looked at me and smiled. The world beneath me vanished and the sky appeared to be coming closer towards me. I opened my arms wide open and said, "Illeana darling, I love you"
The portrait trilogy
At the museum, we reached a dark place. Three portraits were hanging. In the first, a bloody ghoul was feeding on a woman. In the second, a demon ripped apart itself and in the third there was a female, still and calm. "Damn, She moved" I shouted. "Stupid fool, that’s a mirror," my wife remarked.
The hitchhiker
A beautiful girl on the highway was flashing two fingers. I crossed her and looked at her, through the rear view mirror. She was gone. Next moment she was behind me in my car. I swerved left and hit a tree. Later, a truck driver came that way and saw the girl showing three fingers.
The race
I was driving home when a car vroomed past me. I started to race with that Civic. Swerving to the left and cutting across the lane, I was about to overtake it when I showed my finger and then vanished from sight. Later that night, my dad asked me the meaning of showing the finger.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
US open shows the world, Roger federer is King of tennis.
After a long time i saw Fedex in a familiar pose, the way he won US open 2008 is really great. As his fan im unable to say how much i feel good. specially after the wimbledon event, where he bounce back after loosing 2 sets, but finally lost..that lost is a crunch in chest.
Federer disposed of Andy Murray, 6-2, 7-5, 6-2, on Monday night to become the first man to win five titles in a row at the Open and Wimbledon. Federer, who produced 36 winners to Murray’s 16, shows the world that he is invincible again
Fedex laughed after winning US open . The joke was on everybody who had written Federer off.
Up and downs are the part of life.
The one who bounce back from down is called as king. And in tennis Roger federer is king.
shut up all you critics who said downfall of Fedex is going on,
As a Fedex FAN It really hurts when these guys says Roger federer is looking like human now.
He is a human and he earned his crown by hard work, his dedication to tennis is unamatachable.
He is not a gifted player like Rafa who skills at clay are awsome. or like pete my childhood hero who plays on grass like a swan singing a song.
Roger chiseled himself, he sharpens his weapons, and he comes as an allrounder, people says he is invincible, yes because he play that well, its his dedication that always pays back. other players should try to match him. and all those who had written in sarcastic way as Roger federe is more vulnerable now, and he is looking like human. should expect to rise the level of other player, they should never excpet fall of Fedex.
Monday, September 08, 2008
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