My Best Friend
Essay No. 01
Man is a social being and by instinct seeks the companionship of others. In our journey through life, we meet countless people, but with everyone, we do not make friends. This is because the essential condition of friendship is the affinity of the mind, tastes, and temperament. The few with whom we discover the affinity, we make friends with and they carve out an abiding place in our hearts.
Rahul is my best friend. He is my class-mate and neighbour He has a lovable character charming personality and enviable manners. He is the son of a doctor. His mother is also a doctor and as such he has been brought up in a very healthy environment. He is the single child of his parents and hence the apple of their eye. Right from our early childhood, we played together and enjoyed each other’s company. I cannot recollect my first meeting with Rahul. He is most obedient to his parents and does not like to make them angry in any case.
Rahul is a gem in his studies. He is always first in our class. All the teachers are proud of his abilities as there is not a single question which he cannot answer or a single sum which he is not able to solve. He is a master of the English language. He speaks very fluently and writes a good hand. He is a top-class debator and can speak on every topic with full confidence. He won many prizes in debates, competitions, and quiz programs.
Rahul has one more quality worth the name. He has a high taste for music and singing. He knows by heart almost all the Mini and non-filmi songs. He does not like pop songs. Gazals are his favourite field. He can imitate the Gazals sung by Mandi Hassan, Gulam All, and Jagjit Singh. He tries to write his own Gazals also and sing them.
Rahul is not without a weakness. He does not take part in any games and sports. He never visits the playground. I have never seen him with a football, cricket bat, or hockey in his hand. He says it is not his field. He goes for long walks in the mornings but is not a sportsman. His ambition in life is to become a teacher. He wants to be a real teacher a benefactor of students and a storehouse of knowledge and ability and I am sure his ambition will be fulfilled someday.
I am proud of my friend and try to follow in his footsteps in every field. I wish that our friendship should last forever because it is very difficult to find a real friend.
Essay No. 02
My Best Friend
There is a famous saying that a friend in need is a friend indeed. A true friend is a blessing. Without a friend, life becomes dun. True friendship is rarely found. Most of the time, friendship is shown in the business. The worth of a true friend is tested only in times of difficulty. My best friend is Krishan. He lives in my neighborhood. His father is an engineer. His mother is a social worker. We are students of the same class and go to school together. In times of need, we are always ready to help each other. I am very proud to have Krishan as my friend. He is very studious, hard-working, punctual and a good sportsman. He has a high character and hates all types of vices. Virtues are his assets. He is a gift of God for me.
Essay No. 03
My Best Friend
Man is a social animal. It means he needs friends in his life. Friendship is indeed a union of two souls.
Friendship is a great feeling and is glorious for it lasts till the last breath. It is true that friendship speaks in silence but at times silence is not desirable and words must be spoken for mistaken. Silences can destroy the bond of friendship.
I am lucky to have a true friend. Her name is Geeta. She is my childhood friend. She is also my classmate. She belongs to a noble family of lawyers. She is indeed a very good friend of mine.
She is a brilliant student and always stands among the first five in the class. My teacher is so impressed with her that she has made her the class monitor. She often helps not only me but other students also in their studies.
One can call her a true bookworm as she is always reading something or the other even if it is not related to studies. She adds that reading helps her gain more knowledge. She also keeps herself abreast of the world’s happenings and it helps her to understand the world better. She also takes a keen interest in the national politics of our country.
She is a very well-mannered girl and has good habits. She pays respects to her elders by touching their feet and is always eager to shower love on the youngsters. Since she herself is punctual, so she expects the same from others. She is very understanding also.
She takes a keen interest in activities like cooking, social service, gardening and she also likes to play hockey a lot. She is the captain of our school hockey team and has won many trophies at the Inter-State level for our school.
She is a religious person who does not believe in the discrimination between the poor and the rich
I always thank god for having blessed me with such a friend.
Essay No. 04
My Best Friend
A friend in need is a friend indeed. This famous saying holds true. A true friend never sees only your good days and good deeds but he stands by you even on the darkest day of your life. Ramu Rao studies in my class. We have been friends since class two. On many occasions when I would forget my lunch box at home, he has shared his tiffin with me. Once when I nearly fought with the class bully he saved me. He thought that no good would come from bad actions and to get good things in life one must do good things too. Like you throw flowers towards the sky they fall on you. So if you were to throw a handful of stones, they would also fall on your head. I shall remember this always.
When I broke my leg, Ramu came to my house regularly with notes and homework. He helped me keep up with school work. There is so much I learn from him each day. He motivates me to do well in my studies. He encourages me to take part in school games and literary activities.
I have learnt that there are fair-weather friends. These people will be with you only in good times and desert you the moment your chips are down. A good friend stands you in good stead all throughout your life. You get strength, inspiration, and happiness in such a relationship. Ramu Rao has been all of this to me.
His virtue of patience and compassion for all is indeed amazing. That soft-spoken countenance and dignity with which he conducts himself show his good culture and upbringing. Even though he is from a typical middle-class family, his fundamentals and beliefs are very strong. I am proud to be his friend. He is indeed my best friend.
Essay No. 5
Of course, I know a lot of boys in our school and am friendly with them all. Some of them I like very much and am always glad to see them. We play games together, sit and chat with each other in the hostel, and have a quite good time. In one way, they are all my friends.
But when I talk about “my friend” I mean something different. There is one boy who is my special friend. I like the others, but I do not suppose I should care very much if I never saw them again. They are pleasant companions, but that is all So I might say I have many companions, but I have only one friend.
The funny thing is that we are quite different. I am rather a jolly fellow, and fond of company. I like all kinds of games, and practical jokes, and all sorts of fun with other boys. I do not much care for books and reading, and I am afraid I am not very bright at lessons. I like noise and laughter and loud talking and am a “hail fellow, well met” with everyone.
But my friend is a quiet and rather unsociable sort of chap. He never plays a game and takes no interest in football or hockey, or cricket. He hates noise, and practical jokes, and mixed company. He likes being alone a lot and loves reading. He always seems to have a book in his hand. He likes talking, but only with a few chosen friends, and then they talk about books and ideas and serious subjects. He has plenty of humor, and enjoys a bit of fun; but in a quiet, thoughtful sort of way. And he is clever- quite a scholar, and is generally at the top of his class in school, while I am somewhere near the bottom.
And yet, in spite of the difference, we are the best of pals. We seem to understand each other, somehow. He laughs at me for getting so excited about a football match, or a picnic, and I laugh at him for being such a hermit and a bookworm. But we are the best of friends.
I wonder why I like him so much! I think it is because he is really so kind and sympathetic; so honest and straightforward; so loyal and true. He is always ready to help me when I get into a scrape; I can always rely on him to do the straight thing; I know he will never let me down. He is a fine, strong unselfish fellow.
I wonder why he likes me! I really do not know.