Khanjar se haathon pe lakeerein
Koi bhala kya likh paaya
Humne magar is paagalpan mein
Khud ko chhala hai seene mein
Friday, June 29, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Since you have gone....
Since you have gone
The flowers have lost their colour
The birds dont sound sweet anymore
The sun has lost its warmth
The moon has lost its glow
Since you have gone
Since you have gone
The mornings dont feel refreshing
The nights are so depressing
Life is so empty and hollow
Each day is difficult to swallow
Since you have gone
Since you have gone
No touch feels as gentle
No word sounds as kind
No one seems to be my own
I am simply losing my mind
Since you have gone..........:(
The flowers have lost their colour
The birds dont sound sweet anymore
The sun has lost its warmth
The moon has lost its glow
Since you have gone
Since you have gone
The mornings dont feel refreshing
The nights are so depressing
Life is so empty and hollow
Each day is difficult to swallow
Since you have gone
Since you have gone
No touch feels as gentle
No word sounds as kind
No one seems to be my own
I am simply losing my mind
Since you have gone..........:(
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Bits & Pieces Vol. 2
I am having a phoda (well that sounds odd but I just dont know what we call it in english hope you all will understand and if someone knows what do we call it in english do tell me lolzzz :p)
Yeah so I have a phoda and it hurts like hell.I cant walk ,I cant sit,I have to sleep in a straight position which is damn uncomfortable :(
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hey guys guess what my bro is bringing for me from Vienna???A DIGICAM!!!!For my personal use.How freaking fantastic!!!I still have to pinch myself if its true :D
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I am waiting.Waiting since a long time but the wait just dosent seem to come to an end.Dont know how long this endless road is :(
Yeah so I have a phoda and it hurts like hell.I cant walk ,I cant sit,I have to sleep in a straight position which is damn uncomfortable :(
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hey guys guess what my bro is bringing for me from Vienna???A DIGICAM!!!!For my personal use.How freaking fantastic!!!I still have to pinch myself if its true :D
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I am waiting.Waiting since a long time but the wait just dosent seem to come to an end.Dont know how long this endless road is :(
Kashish
Notes:
1. It's a very raw one. Give me some time, and I will update it.
2. It's unfinished. Because I didn't know how to finish it. I know the ending, but not the words. Gimme some time for that, too!
They tried their best to avoid each other.
From the moment she had first set her foot in the class room, he had intuitively, and consciously tried to stay away from her. “She’s got an ego with a capital E.” “Why this holier than thou attitude?” “Too likeable for my liking.” He found himself finding reasons for not talking to her. Though he knew it’d come down to - “Why doesn’t she approach me?”
Anyone could have seen that he was the most popular guy in the batch. She could still recall the first time she had seen him – sitting at the front desk, smiling sarcastically over some idea he found rather silly. From that moment on she had feared him. She was always afraid he’d find her too chirpy, stupid or eager.
He had become more regular than he had ever been in the lectures, neither did she miss any classes. Even though they had a common friends’ circle, they never talked a lot to each other, or in each other’s presence. And even when the words did come, they came well thought-out, ‘coz without the other’s saying so, they knew everything was being paid attention to, everything being imprinted for later referrals. Though when the referrals will come, noone knew!
They had both gotten into this habit of getting to class early. Many a times they’d sit alone in the room – he, waiting for her to say something; she – trying to steady her breath in the air heavy with his presence. Sometimes they did talk, but it was even more torturous than the silence, which they were now getting used to.
One day he didn’t come for the classes. She couldn’t understand a word in lectures, spent all her time looking out of the window to catch a glimpse of that face – those eyes that smiled – sarcastically. Why didn’t he come? Have I done something? And then... How stupid of me! Why’d he not come because of me? He doesn’t even look at me! And again… But WHY didn’t he come?! The next day went, and the next to that. She couldn’t have been more restless. Too proud to go ask some friend, she spent hours looking out of the window that showed life fast becoming lifeless like her, with yellow autumn leaves. She still came early to the class, but each moment filled her with an emptiness, a despair like never before.
His decision to leave the class was not sudden. After months of waiting, it was a desperate attempt to throw her out of his mind. There was nothing else he was able to think of, when she was not in front of his eyes. And when she was with him, he did not even try to think. Why is it that she can talk to all the guys but me? Why AT ALL does she have to talk to them? …But why wouldn’t she? It’s her life after all. But why not me?! And don’t these guys have anything else to do? He was too confused, and yet too proud to show an iota of his feelings to a girl who didn’t even care.It was a week later that she finally saw him again. As she came out of the class, he was standing under the banyan tree with its yellow autumn leaves. There was no sound, no sight, nothing, noone around her as she went running to him and stopped less than a feet short. She looked broken, he noticed. And tired, and vulnerable. Nothing like the ego-centric, strong girl that he’d so badly wanted to run away from. Right now he just wanted to hold her, to protect her from everything that could hurt her. “Come”, he said instead. Without a word she started walking with him. Don’t know how long they’ve walked when she finally said, “Why did you leave?” It was a strange voice, something that was a mix of a self-sufficient mind and an emotionally full heart.
“I had a bet with one friend. Had to leave ‘coz I lost.”
“Hmm…. You shouldn’t have. Everyone missed you a lot.”
“They did?”
“Yeah, a lot – as I said. They like you a lot.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Anyway, what was the bet?”
She was back to her normal, self-sufficient self. They talked for hours, with silence interlaced. They talked of their batch, movies, cricket, politics, stars and landscapes. Of everything that they could have talked about, but nothing that they wanted to talk about. It was a conscious effort to maintain their sanity, at the same time maintaining their egos.
When they finally said goodbye, stars were already out in the sky. For some more time they walked in silence till they reached their home. As he was leaving, she called out from behind, "Rahul!!"
Two more lines remaining but I dont know how to put them in words.Will update in a few days.And any suggestions would be gladly welcomed :)
1. It's a very raw one. Give me some time, and I will update it.
2. It's unfinished. Because I didn't know how to finish it. I know the ending, but not the words. Gimme some time for that, too!
They tried their best to avoid each other.
From the moment she had first set her foot in the class room, he had intuitively, and consciously tried to stay away from her. “She’s got an ego with a capital E.” “Why this holier than thou attitude?” “Too likeable for my liking.” He found himself finding reasons for not talking to her. Though he knew it’d come down to - “Why doesn’t she approach me?”
Anyone could have seen that he was the most popular guy in the batch. She could still recall the first time she had seen him – sitting at the front desk, smiling sarcastically over some idea he found rather silly. From that moment on she had feared him. She was always afraid he’d find her too chirpy, stupid or eager.
He had become more regular than he had ever been in the lectures, neither did she miss any classes. Even though they had a common friends’ circle, they never talked a lot to each other, or in each other’s presence. And even when the words did come, they came well thought-out, ‘coz without the other’s saying so, they knew everything was being paid attention to, everything being imprinted for later referrals. Though when the referrals will come, noone knew!
They had both gotten into this habit of getting to class early. Many a times they’d sit alone in the room – he, waiting for her to say something; she – trying to steady her breath in the air heavy with his presence. Sometimes they did talk, but it was even more torturous than the silence, which they were now getting used to.
One day he didn’t come for the classes. She couldn’t understand a word in lectures, spent all her time looking out of the window to catch a glimpse of that face – those eyes that smiled – sarcastically. Why didn’t he come? Have I done something? And then... How stupid of me! Why’d he not come because of me? He doesn’t even look at me! And again… But WHY didn’t he come?! The next day went, and the next to that. She couldn’t have been more restless. Too proud to go ask some friend, she spent hours looking out of the window that showed life fast becoming lifeless like her, with yellow autumn leaves. She still came early to the class, but each moment filled her with an emptiness, a despair like never before.
His decision to leave the class was not sudden. After months of waiting, it was a desperate attempt to throw her out of his mind. There was nothing else he was able to think of, when she was not in front of his eyes. And when she was with him, he did not even try to think. Why is it that she can talk to all the guys but me? Why AT ALL does she have to talk to them? …But why wouldn’t she? It’s her life after all. But why not me?! And don’t these guys have anything else to do? He was too confused, and yet too proud to show an iota of his feelings to a girl who didn’t even care.It was a week later that she finally saw him again. As she came out of the class, he was standing under the banyan tree with its yellow autumn leaves. There was no sound, no sight, nothing, noone around her as she went running to him and stopped less than a feet short. She looked broken, he noticed. And tired, and vulnerable. Nothing like the ego-centric, strong girl that he’d so badly wanted to run away from. Right now he just wanted to hold her, to protect her from everything that could hurt her. “Come”, he said instead. Without a word she started walking with him. Don’t know how long they’ve walked when she finally said, “Why did you leave?” It was a strange voice, something that was a mix of a self-sufficient mind and an emotionally full heart.
“I had a bet with one friend. Had to leave ‘coz I lost.”
“Hmm…. You shouldn’t have. Everyone missed you a lot.”
“They did?”
“Yeah, a lot – as I said. They like you a lot.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Anyway, what was the bet?”
She was back to her normal, self-sufficient self. They talked for hours, with silence interlaced. They talked of their batch, movies, cricket, politics, stars and landscapes. Of everything that they could have talked about, but nothing that they wanted to talk about. It was a conscious effort to maintain their sanity, at the same time maintaining their egos.
When they finally said goodbye, stars were already out in the sky. For some more time they walked in silence till they reached their home. As he was leaving, she called out from behind, "Rahul!!"
Two more lines remaining but I dont know how to put them in words.Will update in a few days.And any suggestions would be gladly welcomed :)
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
This one is too good a strory, it had been in my collection for some time, and I am posting it here again................
A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.
As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautifully wrapped gift box. Curious, but somewhat disappointed the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible.
Angrily, he raised his voice at his father and said, "With all your money, you give me a Bible?" and stormed out of the house, leaving the holy book. Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his father was very old, and thought perhaps he should go to him. He had not seen him since that graduation day.
Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things. When he arrived at this father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago.
With tears, he opened the Bible, and began to turn the pages. As he read those words, a car key dropped from an envelope taped behind the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words...PAID IN FULL.
How many times do we miss God's blessings because they are not packaged as we expected?
A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.
As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautifully wrapped gift box. Curious, but somewhat disappointed the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible.
Angrily, he raised his voice at his father and said, "With all your money, you give me a Bible?" and stormed out of the house, leaving the holy book. Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his father was very old, and thought perhaps he should go to him. He had not seen him since that graduation day.
Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things. When he arrived at this father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago.
With tears, he opened the Bible, and began to turn the pages. As he read those words, a car key dropped from an envelope taped behind the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words...PAID IN FULL.
How many times do we miss God's blessings because they are not packaged as we expected?
Monday, June 25, 2007
Saathi
This is a reply to a question asked to me a few days ago...
Can I forget,
Meeting a person like him?
Can I forget,
The long late night talks we had?
Can I forget,
The pampering I got from him?
Can I forget,
The "yes" for anything I say?
Can I forget,
The adoration I got from him?
Can I forget,
The things I could do, just coz of him?
Can I forget,
The best mentor I had in my life?
Can I forget,
The person to whom I can tell anything?
Can I forget,
Those eyes, that face, that smile?
Can I forget,
One of my closest friend???
Can I forget,
Meeting a person like him?
Can I forget,
The long late night talks we had?
Can I forget,
The pampering I got from him?
Can I forget,
The "yes" for anything I say?
Can I forget,
The adoration I got from him?
Can I forget,
The things I could do, just coz of him?
Can I forget,
The best mentor I had in my life?
Can I forget,
The person to whom I can tell anything?
Can I forget,
Those eyes, that face, that smile?
Can I forget,
One of my closest friend???
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Love Struck
These are a few lines I read in a book (well its a MB so I am sure you wont recognise if I tell you the name :p) I am currently reading and loved them a lot
We all want to fall in love. Why? Because that experience makes us feel completely alive. Where every sense is heightened, every emotion is magnified, our everyday reality is shattered and we are flying into the heavens. It may only last a moment, and hour, an afternoon. But that doesn't diminish its value. Because we are left with memories that we treasure for the rest of our lives. Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it. . . . It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk everything, you risk even more
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Letter To Lord
Dear Lord,
I don't like being yet another insignificant one in your world of crores. My dreams are tired, and I don't have an answer when they look at me, hurt.
It's easy for you, isn't it, making and breaking dreams, hopes, empires, hearts...? Does it matter to you if someone gets killed on his way to ur temple? Do you like it when in turn his relatives call upon you to render him peace in heaven? Isn't that sadistic?
Do you and your mates up there laugh at us, when you see how we're trying to be in control, while you have the remote-control to our destinies? Do you feel gratified when someone seeks your blessings? Do you grant wishes only when we beg for them?
Are you up there, smiling? Do you die? Are you ever going to grow up, and stop playing games?!
I don't like being yet another insignificant one in your world of crores. My dreams are tired, and I don't have an answer when they look at me, hurt.
It's easy for you, isn't it, making and breaking dreams, hopes, empires, hearts...? Does it matter to you if someone gets killed on his way to ur temple? Do you like it when in turn his relatives call upon you to render him peace in heaven? Isn't that sadistic?
Do you and your mates up there laugh at us, when you see how we're trying to be in control, while you have the remote-control to our destinies? Do you feel gratified when someone seeks your blessings? Do you grant wishes only when we beg for them?
Are you up there, smiling? Do you die? Are you ever going to grow up, and stop playing games?!
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Bits & Pieces Vol. 1
Its been just two days since bhai has gone to Vienna & I just cant wait for him to come back with all the goodies he has promised me :D
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The upper part of my house that was under construction is almost complete & I am all ready to ask mommy to give me two rooms.....one that I alread have & the other ofcourse upar wala ....how very laalchi I am lol :p
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Voted for Taj again in the new seven wonders contest.This is my 15th vote if you count all the votes I have done via mail & SMS.Seeing the response of my fellow Indians I feel like I am the most patriotic person in India
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The upper part of my house that was under construction is almost complete & I am all ready to ask mommy to give me two rooms.....one that I alread have & the other ofcourse upar wala ....how very laalchi I am lol :p
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Voted for Taj again in the new seven wonders contest.This is my 15th vote if you count all the votes I have done via mail & SMS.Seeing the response of my fellow Indians I feel like I am the most patriotic person in India
Monday, June 18, 2007
Worth
A well known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20 bill in a room of 200 people, and asked, " Who would like this $20 bill ?" Hands started going up.
He said, " I am going to give this $20 bill to one of you, but first let me do this...." He proceeded to crumple the $20 up.
He then asked, " Who still wants it ?"
Still the hands were up in the air.
"Well"... he replied, " What if I do this?"..and he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. "Now who still wants it?" he asked.
Hands still shot up!
My friends, you have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it..because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20....
Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt, by the decisions we make, and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you never lose your value ! Dirty...clean...crumpled...or finely creased...you are still priceless to those who love you. The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, but by WHO WE ARE.
He said, " I am going to give this $20 bill to one of you, but first let me do this...." He proceeded to crumple the $20 up.
He then asked, " Who still wants it ?"
Still the hands were up in the air.
"Well"... he replied, " What if I do this?"..and he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. "Now who still wants it?" he asked.
Hands still shot up!
My friends, you have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it..because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20....
Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt, by the decisions we make, and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you never lose your value ! Dirty...clean...crumpled...or finely creased...you are still priceless to those who love you. The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, but by WHO WE ARE.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Gold Mine
I just had to share this with you all.These days Mom is hell bent on getting bro married so shes like on a mission looking for a suitable girl everywhere :)
My bro (typical guys) is not really interested in it & keeps on joking about the topic.Today I got a mail from him ki "mamma se bolo koi aisi dhoond le mere liye kam se kam ham ameer to ho jayenge!!!! "
And that is the picture of the girl he was talking about.I was like lolzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz :)))))))))))))
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Scarlett
Will I ever stop being a romantic? Probably not. Coz to stop believing in love is to stop hoping and to stop living. And I am as stubborn as Scarlett O’Hara. And as fervent for life and happiness. As zealous, as energetic, as optimistic.
I read that book 3 years ago………and now I got to complete its sequel – "Scarlett" by Alexandra Ripley.I twisted and turned and cried and sighed through the 750 odd pages just to strengthen that belief which took roots when I finished Gone With The Wind. I knew how this book would end, I had to, there was no other way. But I went to see the sequence of events just to come to that page I had so many times imagined and thought of. No matter matter why the means were the end was well deserved. It was worth the wait. Probably this is wht they mean when they say that end justifies the means. It recalls to my mind Fountainhead, where Dominique suffers to make herself worthy of her highest love…….Roark.
This sound silly, has anybody ever compared these two books? They r so alike!!!! Its queer. Anybody who has read Gone With The Wind, would know that it’s a tragedy. But nobody who has read it would ever believe it. Because it leaves no place for cynicism, no place for any kind of pessimism. Their faith in Scarlett is too strong to let them insult her so. I can go on rambling about this for god knows how long. I am insufferable when it comes to books I love. Each beloved book is like a child, and no mother ever ceases talking abt her children.
This is the strangest it cld get. What am I saying all this abt child and mother. Where did this metaphor originate in my mind?
Its grt to be able to love, its still greater to be loved.
Rhett is Rhett no matter what. So is Scarlett. So is Howard Roark and Dominique Francon, So is Elizabeth Benette and Mr.Darcy. No book had affected me yet as these three have. And not just for their love stories. If I ever called Fountainhead a love story ppl wld laugh at me. No. But I love them coz they touch me. They shake me, make me feel alive, worthy of life; they give me the strength and confidence to live. They tell what life is and how it should be lived. And propel me to it, to my dreams……to happiness
Sure there r numerous other books I ve read and loved for all different reasons, but even if someone wakes me in the midst of a deep sleep and asks abt my fav books, I wld undoubtedly name these three first before any other. And by god’s grace I own them all. I cldnt have done without them. I go back to them over and over again and again and again and again………………….. Its touching and not just touching but respect commanding, and heartbreaking and still giving way to hope……oh so many emotions held together in that one scene…… when Scarlett sails off from Charleston and Rhett salutes her …………….. and I salute the two of them.…………….and that ll be the most vivid scene in my memory from Scarlett.
I read that book 3 years ago………and now I got to complete its sequel – "Scarlett" by Alexandra Ripley.I twisted and turned and cried and sighed through the 750 odd pages just to strengthen that belief which took roots when I finished Gone With The Wind. I knew how this book would end, I had to, there was no other way. But I went to see the sequence of events just to come to that page I had so many times imagined and thought of. No matter matter why the means were the end was well deserved. It was worth the wait. Probably this is wht they mean when they say that end justifies the means. It recalls to my mind Fountainhead, where Dominique suffers to make herself worthy of her highest love…….Roark.
This sound silly, has anybody ever compared these two books? They r so alike!!!! Its queer. Anybody who has read Gone With The Wind, would know that it’s a tragedy. But nobody who has read it would ever believe it. Because it leaves no place for cynicism, no place for any kind of pessimism. Their faith in Scarlett is too strong to let them insult her so. I can go on rambling about this for god knows how long. I am insufferable when it comes to books I love. Each beloved book is like a child, and no mother ever ceases talking abt her children.
This is the strangest it cld get. What am I saying all this abt child and mother. Where did this metaphor originate in my mind?
Its grt to be able to love, its still greater to be loved.
Rhett is Rhett no matter what. So is Scarlett. So is Howard Roark and Dominique Francon, So is Elizabeth Benette and Mr.Darcy. No book had affected me yet as these three have. And not just for their love stories. If I ever called Fountainhead a love story ppl wld laugh at me. No. But I love them coz they touch me. They shake me, make me feel alive, worthy of life; they give me the strength and confidence to live. They tell what life is and how it should be lived. And propel me to it, to my dreams……to happiness
Sure there r numerous other books I ve read and loved for all different reasons, but even if someone wakes me in the midst of a deep sleep and asks abt my fav books, I wld undoubtedly name these three first before any other. And by god’s grace I own them all. I cldnt have done without them. I go back to them over and over again and again and again and again………………….. Its touching and not just touching but respect commanding, and heartbreaking and still giving way to hope……oh so many emotions held together in that one scene…… when Scarlett sails off from Charleston and Rhett salutes her …………….. and I salute the two of them.…………….and that ll be the most vivid scene in my memory from Scarlett.
Friday, June 15, 2007
It just happens.....
I was trying to resolve some issue..everything was ok still the issue was on. So I left is as it is for some time. Checked it after a while and suprise ….everything was ok :-) I am happy !!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Guess it holds true for life also. Many times when we hold on the problem it appears bigger than its real size. Sometimes letting things go works like magic. Problems disappears on their own ..many times. May be you need to have a good intention…then it does not hurt.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
but it hurts when a friend tries to hold back the pain for the sake that it will make you also sad. It is a great feeling. Par dost hote kisliye hai? jub aap khushiyan share kar sakate hai to gum kyon nahi ? that’s so unfair.
It just happens. In this world you can see all possible combinations. Its much unpredictable. Bus kaho “It just happens…aaisa bhi hota hai ” and move on .
Listening to the rain
...falling everywhere. On surfaces, of all kinds, shapes, sizes and washing them all alike.It falls unhindered on every surface and wets them with it's slippery touch.
They all feel it differently. Each makes a unique sound. Some are loud and clear, some don't even humm at all, and others lie somewhere between these extremes. Each special, each melodious, and together they all make the sound of the rain.
Rain, some thirsts it whets,
some scorches it quenches,
and just has that fresh fulfilling feeling about it...
Happyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
I am so happyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.No one likes to be proved wrong but God am I glad that you proved me wrong thank you soooooooooooooooooooooooo much:))
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
"Do you love him in a romantic way?" My friend asked me ,
and the answer was an emphatic "NO".
"Do you want him to be happy?", and the reply was "Of course, yes!".
"Then why is it so hard to let him go?"
And I said, "It is not hard to let him go, it is hard to let him go to somebody else."
"That simply means that you haven't loosed the grip yet." He retorted.
"I have, and I am happy for him, yet there is a little twitch in my heart." I only smiled.
"That's perfectly alright", he assured me. "It makes you human."...........:)
and the answer was an emphatic "NO".
"Do you want him to be happy?", and the reply was "Of course, yes!".
"Then why is it so hard to let him go?"
And I said, "It is not hard to let him go, it is hard to let him go to somebody else."
"That simply means that you haven't loosed the grip yet." He retorted.
"I have, and I am happy for him, yet there is a little twitch in my heart." I only smiled.
"That's perfectly alright", he assured me. "It makes you human."...........:)
Friday, June 8, 2007
Season Vs Life....
Can you see something similar in these pictures ?
They are pictures of same place just season is different !!
The similar things happen in Life too ...
Things remain same what changes is our point of view to look at them ...
That's why they say....
"CHANGE IS THE ONLY CONSTANT IN LIFE"
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Lessons From Life...
I truly believe that life is what you choose it to be.In the span of my life till now this is what I have realised:-
# People love you for not what you are, but what they expect you to be.
# Expectations drive love.
# Feeling confused and lost is part of growing up.
# You can afford to don’t know what you want. But you should be clear about what
you dont want.
# You will fall in love, true love…more than once.
# The more deeply you love, the badly you will get hurt.
# It is important to love and more important to let go.
# When in doubt ask questions.
# Pretend that you believe in yourself, and the world will believe you.
# Friendship is the only relation which is not poisoned by pre conditions.
# Respect yourself .
# Be financially independent (although I am not yet...I guess thats why I realise
its importance so much...but I kno one thing...one day I am gonna b :))
# Honor commitment, yours and others
# You should be skilled in your art (work) .
# Never cheat yourself .
# However good you are by your behaviour & manners what matters in the real
world is how successful you are in what you chose to do.You can be a born
angel but it wont matter to anything unless you are sucessful.
# Parents are not perfect.
# Don’t believe all the things parents and teachers say.
# Its great fun doing what you are told you can’t do.
# Almost everyone likes to start their own business, but very few do .
# People love giving advice.
# Keep your personal life very personal.
# There will always be someone more beautiful than you, someone richer than
you, someone more talented than you and someone more successful than you,
but what really matters is that you should be happy being you.
# You will meet sarcastic people, let them not affect you .
# You will meet people who laugh at you,let them not affect you too.
# You will meet intelligent people, learn all the good things from them .
# Every relation has a line, which should never be crossed .
# It’s alright to keep something’s to you.
# Avoid people who talk too much about past.
# Not everything last forever.
# Once in life you will loose everything you thought you needed to live with/for,
be it love, grades, job, house, faith or yourself.
And it will be more than once in life that you will discover yourself .
# It is not that the strongest survives, but the one most determined.
# A book teaches a lot, about history, time, faith and love.
# Love doesn’t end with Death .
# Family is important.
# With each passing year, I think I am growing wiser .
# People love you for not what you are, but what they expect you to be.
# Expectations drive love.
# Feeling confused and lost is part of growing up.
# You can afford to don’t know what you want. But you should be clear about what
you dont want.
# You will fall in love, true love…more than once.
# The more deeply you love, the badly you will get hurt.
# It is important to love and more important to let go.
# When in doubt ask questions.
# Pretend that you believe in yourself, and the world will believe you.
# Friendship is the only relation which is not poisoned by pre conditions.
# Respect yourself .
# Be financially independent (although I am not yet...I guess thats why I realise
its importance so much...but I kno one thing...one day I am gonna b :))
# Honor commitment, yours and others
# You should be skilled in your art (work) .
# Never cheat yourself .
# However good you are by your behaviour & manners what matters in the real
world is how successful you are in what you chose to do.You can be a born
angel but it wont matter to anything unless you are sucessful.
# Parents are not perfect.
# Don’t believe all the things parents and teachers say.
# Its great fun doing what you are told you can’t do.
# Almost everyone likes to start their own business, but very few do .
# People love giving advice.
# Keep your personal life very personal.
# There will always be someone more beautiful than you, someone richer than
you, someone more talented than you and someone more successful than you,
but what really matters is that you should be happy being you.
# You will meet sarcastic people, let them not affect you .
# You will meet people who laugh at you,let them not affect you too.
# You will meet intelligent people, learn all the good things from them .
# Every relation has a line, which should never be crossed .
# It’s alright to keep something’s to you.
# Avoid people who talk too much about past.
# Not everything last forever.
# Once in life you will loose everything you thought you needed to live with/for,
be it love, grades, job, house, faith or yourself.
And it will be more than once in life that you will discover yourself .
# It is not that the strongest survives, but the one most determined.
# A book teaches a lot, about history, time, faith and love.
# Love doesn’t end with Death .
# Family is important.
# With each passing year, I think I am growing wiser .
Friday, June 1, 2007
Innocence
It is desirable, most of the time – expected, especially in girls.I’m not claiming innocence; in fact, I confess that I’m not innocent – innocence, as in naivety. But then, what’s the big deal? Do only men have the right to be intelligent?I want my freedom, my space, recognition, money, love. Or maybe, I want to be lost, be left alone. Whatever!Or, leave my being ‘girl’ aside. Suppose I’m any X-Y-Z around you. Suppose I’m you. Now, isn't the right to 'want' something, or to 'not want' something else, a most basic one?Why can't I be mean to others, why do I have to be mean to myself?.............
[Oh, and this is not directed towards anyone. I mean ANYONE whosoever. Thank you!]
[Oh, and this is not directed towards anyone. I mean ANYONE whosoever. Thank you!]
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)
