This is for you friend

I don’t know whether you remember or not but you had asked for this. Writing few lines about you, few years back! Here you go my friend, read on…

ameya-barve

Social freak, genius geek
Real character, no mimic
Smart and intelligent but not mean
Combination of qualities, rarely seen
Diligent & passionate, example to many
Cool dude someday, sometimes funny
Gentle & kind, a man with heart
Friend for life, who never depart
Ask for company he will be fun
Ask for favor he will be often
Ask for time, he will be steady
Ask for help, he will be ready
Friend with many, best friend with some
One guy who deserve to be called as awesome

You see, I don’t wonder seeing why you are doing well in Technical Support because you have had done that for me for five years during our Bachelors and Masters in exam hall. (No, I was not dumb, we both were genius.) I still remember how we used to help each other by confirming the totals in math and stats. If our answers matched, then rest of the class could go to hell, it never really mattered. We were genius, weren’t we? Those good days have passed but new ones are in line. I am feeling happy knowing that you are getting married soon. Now, there will be one new person entering in your life, for whom you will need to support. Support her, care for her and love her. I wish both of you a very happy married life in advance.

P.S. – This is written for the guy in picture. No, he doesn’t like only orange juice! 😉


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Pratik Akkawar

I am occasionally a poet, blogger and an amateur writer, trying to put my thoughts into words and sometimes words into poems.

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