Okay time for what i call a guest column... the following is what an uninamous freind thinks about me... and I thought I could paste it here and let you decide...
Noyon -nayan in hindi.means eyes.have u ever looked into his eyes.they speak a lot.you can see the childlike innocence in them.The angry young man heat in them.The sparkle of a diamond in them.Look at them closely the next time you meet him.
The pic-its him.unpredictable.Sometimes black, sometimes red and at other times green or yellow.You will find him laughing one moment and the other moment throwing papers around to find his fav movie cd on his not so clean desk. He will make you feel the most special person at one moment and at the other make you feel like shit.
But he is like a coconut.Hard from the exterior.Not all get to penetrate n see the softer side.And right inside is the water.The tears that roll out not so often.Only when he sees taare zameen par:)
To have him around is a blessing....................in disguise.Blessing coz he will do loads for u with the dedication that pours out of him.But in disguise coz u wont see tht dedication towards you always. Not that he doesnt have it.He would for some weird reason choose not to show it.
He will behave not in a manner that suits you.But in a manner that suits him.If u can live with that u will be happy.Else he very well knows how to make your life hell.
If given a choice he would like to still have the same life he is living but with about a 1000 things changed.Whenever you ask him he will say he is happy,but would have infinite desire for peace.
This complicated piece is a Handle with care product.And most close to him might agree with me.
If you are one of his friends for the sake of being friends [not fake,he would still go out of the way to help them] you wont really come to know 5 percent of him. And if luck favours you majorly he will let u get close to him.
And once u do.................u think if only you had a remote control to control his mood swings:)
Dont get me wrong he is not a torture all the time.
He loves puppies,beaches, songs,movies even love stories[though he might not agree upfront bout love stories] everything that a sensitive person loves.But dare you call him sensitive.He is a man.A man who is not supposed to cry.
In a nutshell a talented, highly self critical, sensitive, strong, weak, confused victim of circumstances and surroundings which moulded him into a egoistic eccentric yet focussed and lovelable person.N yet i can talk loads about him.
contributed by: THE IDIOT (that's what i have got for a name)
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