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MY NAME IS WILFRED JOHN. I LIVE AT CALICUT ,INDIA. A POST GRADUATE IN eNGLISH [LITT]FROM CALICUT UNIVERSITY. I WRITE POETRY PLEASE SENND YOUR OPINION TO johnrwilfred2003@yahoo.co.uk

A cup of Emotions If you see me, smile, say hello. Don't turn away. I need the warmth of you against the chill of loneliness, the refuge of your arms. Cushion the pressures with the softness of your breast. Silence the clamour with the small noises of your body. Screen out the light with the fragrant lightness of your hair. Enfold me within the security of you. Make the world go away. In return I offer treasures without value. hot coffee, in the cold morning, a present because I am not proud of. © 2001 Wilfred John i love friend ship

Just some notes I jotted down about a potential story idea.If Jesus were alive today, he would be a homeless guy going from city to city as best he could. He'd have been born in a burnt out or half exploded shell of a building in Bethlehem, amid a hail of bullets. He'd have spent his first couple of years not knowing what it meant exactly to be an Arab or a Jew. His parents would have been too poor to afford child care, and with all the cuts in social aid in Israel these days, he'd have been out playing with other kids in the streets almost as soon as he could walk. He'd speak more Arabic than Hebrew, because that's what his friends and his unofficial babysitter spoke.

Some crazy commander would get the bright idea to round up all the kids who even looked remotely Arab, and teach them how to rat on their peers, both Arab and Jewish, who have joined peace activism groups. He would get drunk one night, and brag about this project to three tourists. Miriam and Yussef would be card carrying members, of course, and have to flee with little Yeshua to Egypt, fortunately with whatever the tourists could spare to help them out.

They would teach him Hebrew, but he would get alot more practice in Arabic. When things settled down a bit, they would return, and little Yeshua would continue his studies in an Israeli public school in Nazareth. In this school he would learn that it's bad to be a racist, and that Arabs are not all bad...but every villain in the stories he read would be made to look like a stereotypical "rag head". A bus would blow up near his school, and this would be the fault of an extremist Islamic group. ...but rather than do as other Jews in his area, he would go out and hang with his Arab friends. He would talk to them about what happenned, and why. He might be one of very few Jews who understands that they don't want a totalitarian government any more than Jews do. At some point in Jesus's teens, his peace activist parents would take him to a festival in the north.

In one of the raves, they'd somehow lose track of him, and later find him among a group of guys in psychadellic shirts, barefoot, with Caribbean coloured kippot, disussing metaphysics. At 30, unmarried and understanding that he had a world family to tend to, not just a genetic one, he'd go to the Sinai, and from there, to revisit the Jewish community in Egypt. From there, he'd visit parts of Africa with Jewish communities, and learn more about his brothers and sisters in the diaspora. From Africa, he'd go to Europe, and from there to South America, the U.S. Asia, and everywhere he could. ...and eventually the president of the United States would hear about this "Jewish missionary to the Jews".

Some would call him "the king of the Jews". Being that there had supposedly already been one of those, on whom one of the world's most powerful religions was based, this Yeshua II would be a severe threat if he was interested in anyone but Jews. Slowly but surely, information would leak to the president that indeed, he was. He healed the sick of any nationality, creed, religion, or "race"...and he's said to have even brought people out of deep comas with but a call for them to wake up. People were starting to like this guy. ...this Jesus of Nazareth.

A big sigh of relief was felt throughout the world's powers when they read on Jesus's website, that he has no political aspirations, and no intentions to convert the world to Judaism. He's just about the love...G-d's love. In fact, he pointed to G-d, not to himself. He understood the human mind though, and allowed people who needed to, to treat him as an avatar of G-d. He respected their beliefs. ...but the world's political leaders found his prophecies a bit disturbing. As the Jesus before him, he was found at some of the wildest parties...not drinking anything but water or a bit of wine...not smoking anything special, but likely picking up some serious contact fumes...and during these parties, he would tell stories about the past, present, and future. He was telling people to invest and buy property, and to give a good part of that to the poor...voluntary communism. He was telling people that someday the Vatican would fall, and there wouldn't be a stone on top of a stone.

He was saying that someday "they" are going to get him, but that nobody should resort to violence over it. It's just what governments are like...and not to worry because he would rise again. But one day, Jesus was passing by a synagogue in Texas, and overheard a rabbi basically telling the family of a woman whose hopeful ex was extorting them for a ghet, to pay the man. He knew this corrupt man was going to get a cut of the money. Jesus went postal. He tore up everything he could get his hands on, and then took off his belt, and whupped the rabbi, and everyone who came out to restrain him. Jesus went to jail. Somehow the rabbi mysteriously died from the bruises on his butt from the whupping. Jesus was tried, and called everything from a self hating Jew to a spy to a psychopath, and sentenced to death. Seven years later, he was executed by lethal injection. Because of the fear that his prophecies might come true, his body was burned to a cinder, and the ashes scattered into the sea. The news announced that this Jesus of Nazareth must have been a false prophet, and maybe even the antichrist. Three days after his execution, some Mexican fisherman saw a man walking on the water, and pulled him into their boat. One of them recognized him as an old friend. He chilled with them for a month, but then told them that he had to go, but that he'd be back again. What he didn't tell them was how many times. --	DR.WILFRED JOHN PANAKKAL P.O.PERUVAYAL CALICUT KERALA INDIA 673024 JOHNRWILFRED2003@YAHOO.CO.UK

Too Late .......... I needed to be loved and you were A little too late. Did I not mean enough to you? Did you have other obligations to keep straight? I needed someone and you arrived A little too late. Was I too much trouble? Were you seeking another mate? I wanted a hug and you came A little too late. Was that too much to ask? Should I have chosen another date? I was in harms way and you were A little too late. Did you not hear my desperate calls? Or were you wiping my memory from your slate? I was crying and you came A little too late. Were you annoyed by sadness? Did my troubles you berate? I was dying inside and you were A little too late. Yet do not worry or cry For now it's a little too late. © 2001 Wilfred John The scribbled words He put the pen the paper the scribbled words away. It was a moment to be lived not written. He went out for the evening watching stars dance the river. © 2003 Wilfred John --A strange procession

To-night I close my eyes and see A strange procession passing me-- The years before I saw your face Go by me with a wistful grace; They pass, the sensitive shy years, As one who strives to dance, half blind with tears.

The years went by and never knew That each one brought me nearer you; Their path was narrow and apart And yet it led me to your heart-- Oh sensitive shy years, oh lonely years, That strove to sing with voices drowned in tears. © 2000 Wilfred John

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a bet neither cared who won and both were willing to lose. We refilled emptied flutes caught falling stars wondered how a year could fly and a new one take stage sans fanfare as heaven's floor show took a bow to dawn.

your best friend of the same sex as you are? Would you be uncomfortable with a person of the opposite sex for a friend? Yet there are many people whose best friends are members of the opposite sex. Read on.

Women are best friends with other women; men confer the title of best buddy on other men. That is the norm. Whenever anyone breaks away from the norm, their intentions are suspect. In India, especially, platonic friendships are always suspected of being a front for something else. Claims of "we're just good friends" are almost always greeted with quiet sniggers or statements like, "Ha, we know what that means." The prevalent belief is that it is simply impossible for a man and a woman to be friends, a relationship of intimacy devoid of sexual connotations. Wherever a friendship between two people of the opposite sex is seen, society makes predictions about how the friendship is doomed to fail. The general view is that sooner or later, the relationship will get too intimate for comfort. Hindi films, the framework of popular culture, do nothing to build the case on behalf of platonic friendships. Boys and girls are never shown to share any positive friendships. They are always either pitted against each other or shown to indulge in amorous encounters.

Even in Hollywood, a film called My Best Friend's Wedding, depicted Julia Roberts trying desperately to call a halt to the prospective marriage of best friend Dermot Mulroney to Cameron Diaz. The friendship had evolved into something else, even if it was one-sided. But Bollywood did break the trend. In recent memory, Kuch Kuch Hota Hai has been one of the few movies in which a boy and a girl are shown to be best friends. The situation is being paralleled in numerous urban colleges in Indian cities. The social scene is undergoing a change. Boys and girls are getting to know each other, but out of the context of one-on-one relationships. Group dating is in. This enables youngsters to forge strong non-sexual, respectful relationships with one another. The changing scenario proves that youngsters are capable of forming lasting relationships with members of the opposite sex. Relations between the genders have now begun to rely more and more on respect and friendship and it is now understood that it is possible for a man and a woman to have a friendship, bereft of any sexual implications. Parents these days are more open to the idea of youngsters of both sexes mixing together. This enables platonic relationships to grow in an environment devoid of guilt. Youngsters do not see any need to hide or lie about how they feel about each other. Platonic friendships achieve a very real purpose. They help boys to understand and perceive women as real people with real needs and problems, and not sex objects or playthings. Girls also get a chance to see boys as caring persons, not creatures with nothing but sex and exploitation on their minds.

Ironically, it is in an era of increasing promiscuity and loose morals that the need for platonic relationships stands out. A man who shares a healthy friendship with a woman is more likely to have a greater respect for them. For this to be made possible, parents must be open and trusting. Children should be encouraged to invite friends home. Parents should also make it a point to get acquainted with children's friends. Of course, there is always the possibility that platonic relationships will evolve into something more. But relationships that begin with friendship as their base are always far more stable. Both partners are more comfortable with each other. There are no pretensions in the relationship. However, threats to platonic friendships don't come from parents alone. A disapproving spouse could end a platonic friendship just as conclusively. There are very few people who can look on indulgently, or even indifferently, at a spouse's friendship with a person of the opposite sex. Especially if the friend is very attractive or well qualified. Sadly, more often than not, platonic friendships do not need parents or spouses to cause them to end. They wither away, just as other friendships do.

We need to see a friendship as a friendship, one of the most beautiful and enduring relationships humans can enjoy and cherish. The players concerned are incidental, they could be a woman and a woman, or a man and a woman. We need to understand that the beauty of it remains the same. We need to appreciate that it offers consolation, comfort and companionship to the concerned people. We can do so only if we stop identifying friendship under the narrow constricting straitjackets of a particular.

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advise, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who johnrwilfred2003@yahoo.co.uk