♥♥♥♥ ▓ A BEAUTIFUL LOVE STORY ▓ ♥♥♥♥

Heartening... He met her at a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after
her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, e invited her to have
coffee with him, she was surprised but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop,
he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, and she thought to herself, "Please, let me go
home..." Suddenly he asked the waiter, "Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee.
" Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank
it. She asked him curiously, "Why you have this hobby?" He replied, "When I was a little boy, I lived near the
sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee.
Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown
so much, I miss my parents who are still living there." While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply
touched. That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must
be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home... Then she also started to speak, spoke
about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning
of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had
tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his
salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, and
then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee,
as she knew that's the way he liked it. After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said, "My dearest,
please forgive me, forgive my whole life's lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember
the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard
for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell
you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for
anything... Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth, I don't like the salty coffee, what a
strange bad taste... But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for
anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second
time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again."
Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her, "What's the taste of salty coffee?" She replied,
"It's sweet." Love is not to forget but to forgive, not to see but understand, not to hear but to listen, not to
let go .....And they say guys are Liars;

Two things..

"Two Things only a man cannot hide: that he is drunk and that he is in love" "Love is like sunshine.it brings a golden glow to it's beholder`s face.And a warm feeling all over their body. it awaken the souls and opens eyes.And when its over,it leaves billion small memories called stars. To remind the world, that it still exists"

Why women cry.....

Why are you crying?
a young boy asked his Mom.
Because I’m a woman, she told him.
I don’t understand, he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said:
…and you never will, but that’s okay.


Later the little boy asked his father,
Why does Mom seem to cry for no reason?
All women cry for no reason.
…was all his dad could say.


The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
Finally, he went on his knees and asked God:
GOD... Why do women cry so easily?
And God answered...


…When I made women,
I decided she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough
to carry the weight of the world,
yet her arms gentle enough to give comfort!
I gave her the inner strength
to endure childbirth and the rejection
that many times will come,
even from her own children!

I gave her a hardness that
allows her to keep going and take care of her family and friends,
even when everyone else gives up,
through sickness and fatigue, without complaint!
I gave her sensitivity to love
her children under any and all circumstances,
even when her child has hurt her badly!
She has the very special power to make a child’s boo-boo feel better
and to quell a teenager’s anxieties and fears.


I gave her strength to care for her husband, despite faults,
and I fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart!
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife
but sometimes tests her strengths
and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly !




Son, for all of this hard work…
I also gave her a tear to shed.
It is hers to use whenever needed and is her only weakness!
When you see her cry, tell her how much you love her and all she does for everyone.
And even though she may still cry,
you will have made her heart feel good.
She is special!!!

as she is a women

Age no BAR!

The governmenet gave in a new verdict.
The legal drinking age has gone down to 21 from 25.
Real good news... isnt it?
Well... as if anyone ever cared!...The papers say people want it to go down to 18.Well does that mean those who are 18 do not drink coz the legal age was 25 earlier and now 21?
Now im sounding like a fool.
All bullshit!
Are those people there sitting behind the benches fools or they think their policies over drinking are really effecting people who are drinking.
Do they really think that if the legal age is 25 then all people below that age were not drinking? and now that its 21 all those who are below that wont?
Making the age 18 or 21 or 25 or even 16 for that matter is no soultion from preveting the youth to drink. Well whatever it maybe.. i dont think it is actually followed anywhere in this entrie country.
I have friends who drink...infact i myself have taken it at times...and never have we been asked for an ID proof!
i know children in school who drink very often. I have seen children in school unifroms at pubs in a place like Delhi,the national capital and there is no check on what they are buying and what they are drinking.
High time the authorities need to wake up and take an action.
Anyone who wants to drink, will drink!
No matter how many seminars,awareness programmes or public intrest meetings are held. Its all in the minds of the glass holders.
People who drink no more of how its harming them than those who dont.
No use of wasting parliament sessions on taking out bills which define laws on who is eligible to drink or who is not.
Cause the truth is ..nobody carees!
The people who are selling it dont.
The ones who are buying it dont
And the ones who are making rules,definately doNT.
Welcome to reality.
cheers!

Quote Mania

Quotes from some English flicks, I simply adore....
1) Two little mice fell in a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned. The second mouse wouldn’t quit. He struggled so hard that eventually he turned that cream into butter and crawled out. --- Frank William Abegnale (Christopher Walken – catch me if you can)

2) The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. May be the desperation can’t be quiet anymore. ---(Nick Cannon – shall we dance)

3) Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V. ---(V for vendetta)

4) Opinions are like *$#holes. Everyone’s got one. ---(heard it somewhere!!!)


5) The world will know that free men stood against a tyrant, that few stood against many, and that before this battle is over, even a god-king can bleed. ---King Leonidas to Xerces(300)

6) Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Whose gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinburg? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to. ---Col. Jessep(Jack Nicholson) to Kaffe(Tom Cruise) ---(Few Good Men)

!!... MinuS YoU ...!!

I hug myself coz there is no one around
I am tired of this loneliness coz i cant here any sound

She's so far yet so close
I cant see her yet i can feel

The beach awaits
The walk awaits
The holding hands
and the silence awaits

I miss her when it pains
I miss her when it rains
I miss her in the corner seats
I just miss her each time i breathe

My arms are still waiting
My heart still beats
Is it just in the dreams
Or the souls ever gonna meet

I want some answers
I want some reply
Does she even care?
Whenever i cry

I love her
I really do
She tells me that i am special
But is that really true?

She has never been far from my thoughts
I have spend sleepless nights thinking about her

I dont know whats wrong
I might have been in love before
But it never felt this strong

I wish she can understand my love
I wish she can understand my pain
I wish she can ever feel what i feel

I just lie in my bed
and puff my dope
thers tears in my eyes
but still i have HOPE... !!!

I.D.I.O.T ??????

"Through my skin
you climb into my eyes
i say goodbye
but you're on the inside
blind my eyes
& in front of me
you hide
You fuck with me
but I am an idiot
you fuck with my heart
but i'm still an idiot
now my life is pain
and pain is my life
but im still an idiot
b'coz i'm in ?????? "

I am Lost....

I am lost in this worlds desert,
and fed up of the illusion named love.
In this garden i prefer to stay hidden,
after giving scent to all ,now i am withered.
belief,quarells.disbelief and love,
I am being measured in so many parameters.
In the ocean of remembrance i am like a boat of thought,
I am invisible to the one who is trying to see frm the shore.
If u have deficit of it hardly can i help

Sattire on Hindu Dharma.......

In a cautionary tale, a Muslim, a Christian and a Hindu are crossing a river in a ferry. A storm springs up and the ferry is pitched and tossed about. The passengers begin to pray for salvation. "Save me, Allah", pleads the Muslim. And a divine being on a winged horse carries the Muslim to safety. "Save me, dear God", cries the Christian. And a chariot of fire descends and conveys him to the shore. "Save me, oh save me!", begs the Hindu. But despite all his entreaties, no help is forthcoming and the poor fellow drowns. He finds himself in Heaven, where Brahma welcomes him with a warm "Swagat". "What swagat!", the newcomer huffs. "How you showed me up in front of that Muslim and that Christian. They prayed to their respective gods who came and saved them. But though i prayed and prayed, no one bothered to come and save me", he grumbles. Brahma shrugs helplessly. "What could I do, my son. You started praying to Vishnu to save you, so I adopted that avatar and was coming for you, when you began to call on Ram. I was stringing my bow as Ram, when you suddenly called Krishna, I was getting my flute and my gopis, when you invoked Durga. 1 was putting kajal in my eyes before coming to rescue you, and in the meantime you went and drowned".

The Bitter truth.....

In the beginning and in the end
The line that connects us will never bend
Living with you my precious friend
Is a lifetime case that I will defend.
Only you light up my darkest life
From the time you kiss me and hold me tight
Vital element that shines in sight
Is like a diamond that is so bright.
Everlasting love for the one I love
The only thing I swear from the One above
You’re not the perfect to be the greatest
But for me who know you most, you’re the best.
Of all the time I’m wit you
Is a moment to be treasure, too
Unbreakable feeling I have for you
Will always tell: “I LOVE YOU”

Once upon a time there was a child ready two be born

Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born.? The child asked God, "They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?" God
replied, "Among the many angels, I chose one.? Your angel will be waiting for you and will take care of you." The child further inquired, "But tell me, here in heaven I don't have to do anything but sing and smile to be happy." God said, "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you everyday.? And you will feel your angel's love and be very happy." Again the child asked, "And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me if I don't know the language?" God said, "Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak." "And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?" God said, "Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray." "I've heard that on Earth there are bad men.? Who will protect me?" God said, "Your angel will defend you even if it means risking it's life." "But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore." God said, "Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you." At that
moment there was much peace in heaven, but voices from Earth could be heard and the child hurriedly asked, "God, if I am to leave now, please tell me my angel's name." "Her name is not important.? You will simply call her "Mom"."

A thought that I wished to be TRUE

Few days back I was watching a video on poverty and state of people in many countries. I was extremely moved by what I saw and decided to search the truth and realities and ways to overcome this problem of material wealth. I am reading a few books and have come to know that the state of person in his lifetime is directly related to his past life karmas. The one who gets out of the cycle of Karma can achieve anything and everything. It is possible to burn your bad karma. Bill Gates today is what he is due to very good karma from his past life coupled with good birth stars.

Other reason I learned is “ THOUGHT ” itself can be very powerful tool for manifestation.

“854 million people across the world are hungry, up from 852 million a year ago. Every day, almost 16,000 children die from hunger-related causes--one child every five seconds” Ref: http://www.bread.org/learn/hunger-basics/hunger-facts-international.html
Why can’t developed countries provide help to the many poor countries, but can pour money into making weapons of mass destruction? Its time the power and wealth in the world comes in hands of more spiritual, conscious, true representatives of the people.

Manifestation of your desires can best take place with faces of creativity, kindness, love, beauty, expansion, unlimited abundance and receptivity. Connecting to your true intentions and your higher self is the key to this.
The power of thoughts can affect water. Go to following link to see the research done by Dr. Masaru Emoto. His work shows how, thoughts and words alone can affect water. Ref : http://www.life-enthusiast.com/twilight/research_emoto.htm
This is the very reason I believe taking a dip in water during a Kumbh Mela is so spiritual. The water affected by presence of holy, spiritual, enlightened beings then tends to affect the common man too. Also why “Tirth” and “Prasad” offered in temples.
Dr. Hagelin and his peers concluded that when large groups of people meditate together it creates a measurable field of “coherence” that has been attributed to lowering crime and violence in the surrounding population. This was effect of transcendental meditation. But what was main focus PEACE.
Ref: http://www.21stcenturyministries.com/info/Victory%20Before%20War.pdf

“The subconscious mind regards the words and thoughts that get lodged inside it as expressing and describing a real situation, and therefore endeavors to align the words and thoughts with reality. It works diligently to make these words and thoughts a reality in the life of the person saying or thinking them.” says Remez Sasson
Author of Visualize and Achieve.
Ref : http://www.mindpowernews.com/PowerOfRepeatedWords.htm

Thoughts also affect our environment - earth, atmosphere, air etc. Its years of impurity of thoughts, hatred, envy, jealousy, anger, fear etc. that has destroyed the ecology. You can blame the warming planet, erupting volcanoes, impure air to our thoughts. Its not without a thought that we came about polluting this world, creating events like sep 11.

Its the collective consciousness of a large group of people that can change the state of the world. Lot of work on this was done by Romansky in beginning of 20th century. Modern quantum mechanic scientists have been baffled with their inability to understand matter at its quantum level and its behavior. They are now approaching the vedic science. A lot of work has been done by Dr. Hagelin in this regards. Few must watch videos to understand the modern science point of view.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TsvEkPNitdQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A85kY_1aL98
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uGGkz7y7bEM

So why can’t we change the state of poverty in the world now, just by changing my and your thoughts? I have written this not to make people think of poverty and start feeling low and piety for the poor, but to make them all aware of thinking of “PEACE, LOVE, ABUNDANCE, SPIRITUAL AND MATERIAL PROSPERITY”.

I long to explore

I long to explore
the oceans,
and the rivers.
The mountains,
and the valleys.
I long to feel
the thunder,
and the storm.
I long to kiss
the fire,
and the snow.
I long to smell
the soul of fragrance.
I long to touch
the creation...
I long to explore
the love of a GIRL.

The other side Of Development

This was the question I always had in my mind, is India really a super power?



At 60 years of Independence, India is going very strong economically and creating new ripples to show its strength and global face. Real estate is booming, multiplexes, BPO's, IT parks are mushrooming everywhere. Re is 9 1/2 year high versus $. Sensex touched 17,000 mark which is all time high, thanks to unbelievable performance of the stock market. New trend of Indian companies acquiring foreign companies has started. No need to mention, Indians spreaded across the globe working for billion dollar companies with high profile jobs and awarded as the best brains in the world. Because of the booming economy, Reverse Brain Drain has started.


As a coin has two sides, above said is one side and let's see the other side too....


At the same 60 years of Independence, India has 2nd highest population in the world (1.136bn currently) and is estimated to have 1.63bn by 2050 to overtake China. Literacy of current total population is 61% whereas our neighbour and competetor China is at 90.9%. India is estimated to have 5.5mn AIDS patients, 2nd highest in the world. According to 2001 census data, 40mn of Indian population lives in slums and sadly 5mn of this population are young children (0-6 age group) and 5mn live in Mumbai alone, I also read somewhere that Mumbai slums are the biggest in the world. According to 2004-2005 stats, inspite of the booming economy, India's poverty rate is still at 27.5%. Apart from these, there are many other issues like corruption, dirty politics, underworld, inefficient police etc.,


There is a political party called 'LokParitran' started few years ago by few IITians, but I hardly see them in the news. I am not even sure if they are still active and preparing for coming elections. I really wonder why people in India won't encourage young, educated, and dynamic politicians. How many more decades we should bare these stupid uneducated politicians who just keep winning with the power of money and rigging and whose aim is to make more money than they spent for the elections? Ridiculous!!

Last week I was watching 'Salaam, Bombay!' and then I was like totally in a new world watching those street children who lives in slums and grow up with no education and no money to spoil all their lives with so many bad habits in a very bad companionship. I felt for a second, 'How many great brains India might be missing?'. I felt the same even when I was watching the documentary 'Born into Brothels, which traces the life of a bunch of kids frm Kolkata's red light area Sonagachi...n I must say that its a must watch for everyone who thinks that genuise are born into palaces ... Having so many problems like poverty, illiteracy in a country like India is not a wonder, but continuing the same even after six decades of independence is a wonder. Isn't it the time to think and act??

I am sure, India is transforming slowly to globalize and coming out of poverty, illiteracy, but I think this pace is not enough. There is cut throat competetion among the countries. Our country should improve in many things even to match with our neighboring countries like Singapore, Malaysia, China, HongKong etc. If we want to beat them, oh yeah, we really need to work hard and show them what real India is....

From my point of view, as an Indian, India is a super power in many things and will reach the top soon. All we need to do is, change the system in the best possible way, unleash the best talent (which is never touched), let's fight for corruption free government and clean politics, eradicate the poverty and illiteracy. If the above things are covered, then other small issues will be taken care.


So, what do you think? 'Is India really a super power?'

Salute the MAA

Let's salute to the most beautiful creation of God
God took the fragrance of a flower,
The majesty of a tree,
The gentleness of morning dew,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The beauty of a twilight hour,
The soul of a starry night
The laughter of the rippling brook,
The grace of a bird in flight,
Then God fashioned from these things
A creation like no other,
And when His masterpiece was through,
He called it simply...MOTHER

Accept Change

‘Unhappiness is a luxury.’

You can call that a paradox, a contradiction or even a fabricated statement made up by a thick-headed teenager who knows nothing about life whatsoever, but the bottom line is that it’s true. Denying something true doesn’t change its authenticity. In fact, it reinforces it. We humans have a tendency of avoiding reality, we believe what distant colleague tells us about the murder of a celebrated actress, but we refuse to accept the story of the person who fills us in about the beautiful miracle he witnessed, totemic of God’s mysterious designs and ways.

How do you define unhappiness? Unhappiness is not reflected in the eyes of a beggar dressed in thatched clothes, sitting on the asphalt, asking for alms from highbrow business men in starched suits and pressed ties. At least, that beggar is a free man; free to follow in his dreams, free to do whatever he likes without pondering the consequences of his actions.

The true feeling of unhappiness can be found in all those shallow socialites who take hours to dress up, style their hair, and go to parties only to exclaim, over wine and cutlery, how wretched their lives are. They go home, indulge in the usual household chores; do the dishes, clean the attic even though its already spotless, lecture their kids, visit their neighbors to discuss that who got fired and who broke up with whom, meaningless chit-chat, anything to keep them sheltered from the aspect of facing reality. When the truth is that they feel incomplete; something is always missing. They want more from life than a hard-working husband and a pretty house set in the suburbs. They want dreams, they want desires, anything to break the monotonous chain of events, anything to hold on to and fly away with it. They want freedom, happiness.

You might ask what’s wrong with that. It’s not a sin to dream even though you know its fulfillment is a novelty. And I fully agree with that, but what troubles me is that why do these people want to quench their thirst for adventure by mere day-dreams, why don’t they acknowledge the fact that there is a possibility that these dreams might come true if they work hard enough.

When questioned, such people reply that they are bound. They say that they are committed to all sorts of relationships; mother, father, wife, daughter. They have children to take care of, bills to pay, jobs to go to, and chores to attend to. They claim that marriage is a promise; a promise of staying together till death. What they don’t realize is that love never bound anyone; its people who use it as an excuse to bound themselves because they are afraid. Afraid of doing what there heart tells them to, afraid of following their dreams. Love is not about killing your dreams, burying your desires in a pact of eternity. Everyone has dreams; the only difference is that most people don’t make an endeavor for the accomplishment of that particular dream. They sit before the TV, after a hectic day at work, watching the same sitcom reruns. They feel unhappy but simply console themselves by saying, ‘that’s life.’ When the truth is that’s not life; that’s dying whilst you were still alive, that’s homicide. Life is adventure, risk, joy. Life is discovering the things that make you happy. Life, if understood properly, is pure, eternal bliss.

People don’t understand me. They say that I am a naïve child and have no experiences about the hardships life offers. But the fact of the matter is that age is not an obstacle on the path to discovery. Joan of Arc was merely seventeen years old when she was made the leader of the French troops, because her strategies of defending the battalion were ingenious. And as far as my argument is concerned, I would like to add that life is hard for those who tend to make it hard. If you place your trust in the ‘thing,’ then it will guide you to your ultimate crossroad. God is not going to come down from the heavens and beg you to be happy; he only helps those who seek, who seek love, life, and things that are beyond their knowledge. Someone wise once said, ‘God helps those who help themselves.’

Renounced author, Paulo Coelho, beautifully described the same concept in his latest book, entitled, The Zahir. In the following paragraph, the writer is explaining why the distance between railway tracks is always 143.5 centimeters or 4 feet 8.5 inches, an odd measurement quite hard to remember.

‘When they built the first train carriages, they used the same tools as they had for building horse-drawn carriages. And why that distance between the wheels on carriages? Because that was the width of the old roads along which the carriages had to travel. And who decide that roads should be that width? Well, suddenly, we are plunged back into the distant past. It was the Romans, the first great road-builders, who decided to make their roads that width. Why? Because their war chariots were pulled by two horses, and when placed side by side, the horses they used at that time took up 143.5 centimeters. So the distance between the tracks I saw today, used by our state-of-art high speed trains, was determined by the Romans. When people went to the United States and started building railways three, it didn’t occur to them to change the width and so it stayed as it was. This even affected the building of space shuttles. American engineers thought the fuel tanks should be wider, but the tanks were built in Utah and had to be transported by train to the Space Centre in Florida, and the tunnels couldn’t take anything wider. And so they had to accept the measurement that the Romans had decided was ideal.’’

And what is the measurement of the distance between railway tracks got to do with all this? Everything. What I want to say is that don’t be afraid to explore the unknown, to breakaway, to find the real you. The risk of adventure is the greatest thrill anyone could ever experience. Just because things have been going the same way since the last century doesn’t mean you can’t change; both yourself and those around you. If everyone was scared of discovering new things, defying the laws, then Galileo wouldn’t have invented the telescope, Carl Jung wouldn’t have put forward his theory of Synchronicity and Albert Einstein wouldn’t have established his three laws of motion. With time, spaces have to be filled, things have to be changed. People have to change; they have to make themselves happy, not on the surface, but spiritually. But they don’t. Because there are rules, ethics that were developed long ago and still have to be followed, without questioning them.

And that’s exactly what everyone is doing; following meaningless rules, the norms of the so-called society blindly, because they are afraid of change, afraid of dreams, afraid of happiness. They don’t change after their dreams with gusto and zeal because it involves uncertainty. What if I am unable to achieve my dream? What if I am still unhappy? What if people label me to be a spontaneous fool? But sometimes, when you are plagued by a paroxysm of self-doubt and insecurity, its better to ignore them and for once in your life, do what you have always wanted to do, do what will bring a smile to a face tautened with worries. God created man in a world full of possibility. This clearly shows that He wants us to discover, to dream, and to achieve that dream. God didn’t create the rules we are following now; they are self-made. God didn’t tell us to bind our lives and burn out the fire of our dreams, our desires, our hopes, our wants. Then why are we suffocating our souls, whilst trying to maintain an aloof façade to satisfy those around us? We pretend to be petrified of what lies ahead and have me made our lives miserable for ourselves, because it’s easier to compliant than struggle to change the environment. When was it that we ruthlessly snatched the authority of headship from our hearts and silently acquiesced to the expectations expectations and demands of an archaic tribe?

What will happen if people stop following these regulations? Things may get haywire for sometime but at least everyone will be contented, at least they will be happy. Later on, they would not have to tell their grandchildren that their greatest regrets in life were that they weren’t able to travel, or dance in the rain, or eat a dozen ice lollies in one sitting. They would always blame life for being difficult; whereas they should blame themselves for not giving life a chance. But I know for a fact that they won’t, because people never admit their mistakes. They stay the same, always, 143.5 centimeters apart, afraid of changes, afraid of happiness, suspended in a hollow void, trying to remember when was it that the stars stopped shinning upon them.


PS: i know its really long, sorry!

What a Failure can teach us...

Lessons of Failure
Lord are you trying to tell me something?
For....
Failure does not mean I'm a failure;
It does mean I have not yet succeeded.
Failure does not mean I have accomplished nothing;
It does mean I have learned something .
Failure does not mean I have been a fool;
It does mean I had enough faith to experiment.
Failure does not mean I have disgraced;
It does mean I have dared to try.
Failure does not mean I don't have it;
It does mean I have something to do to in a different way .
Failure does not mean I m inferior;
It does mean I am not perfect.
Failure does not mean I have wasted my life;
It does mean I have an excuse to start over.
Failure does not mean I should givr up;
It does mean I should try harder.
Failure does not mean that I will never make it;
It does mean I need more practice.
Failure does not mean that you have abondened me;
It does mean you must have a better idea.

We -The Hypocrites

From last two days our whole country is goin GA GA over the latest rise in sensex....and the public do it again n again manier tyms and ocassion come and go and we declare ourselves to be proud Indian..the citizen of the strongest developing economy ..and so called a very noble country but do we really are the country we claim to be?? I think not.. ..but at the heart we all remains the biggest hypocrites on this mighty planet showin our filthy double standards ...fuck wid dat kinda attitude...some days ago there was news that a pregnant lady was restricted to enter the premises of a temple ..on basis of her pregnancy ..wat the hell do authorities think they r doin ..bt poor ppl the servants of GOD wat can they do ...its in our Vedic literature dat a women carryin a life within her is unpious to the deity..so she shudn't be allowed to enter the holy place ....here comes the hypocrisy of our society n religious literature watever u can say.....and to be honest dere are lots of other example of our greatness.. how great are we.. ....here am gonna quote a sentence frm a book called Manu Smriti..I came across the sentence while watching the movie Bandit Queen..it says,"Animals,Drums,Illiterates, Low castes & Women worthy of being beaten" wot a nice comparison of women ....chalo leaving it all behind ..let me talk about the incident of restricted entry in temple to a pregnant lady...I dunno the reasons on basis of which this rule comes in place but if assuming something I can say that..pregnancy is somehow related to having sex..to conceive and we are ashamed of our sexuality,in particular the female sexuality our so called religious mentors think that its a thing to b ashamed of ...think abt it; if it were a thing to be ashamed of then God havn’t created it on the first hand..and secondly keepin this topic or our sexuality under wraps doesn’t mean that our Gods dun have sexual life .to tell you only Krishna have 16000 wives and a girlfriend to whom he never married ...so to be liberal is in our very own culture n genes...

now lemme tell you one thing in our country ..lord shiva has a very strong Bhakti
(fan following) ...and do u know wat we worship while worshipping him ..yeah m talkin about Shivling....(Shiv + Ling)
phonetically ..Ling of Shiva ....and have you ever noticed the shivling closely….If not then do one thing weneva u went to temple den watch out for its base ...u know what that base is?? ..that is Parvati's Yoni..now as we have seen that we are worshiping the copulation of Shiva Parvati for ages without any questions..but we still remain reserved for granting access to the temple to a pregnant women ..who is carrying the result of most beautiful phenomenon ..thats creation of life...comon ..stand up n unshackel yerself n come out of dese bondages n give our women there pride and honour from which they have been deprived for so long....I know my this post will n’t make any differnce to any women's life but still felt to write abt it ...so i wrote ....
Anyways … the day we ignore these kinda unreasonable things n traditions..then only we ,as a country would be a great developed country ..and that would a genuine cause to celebrate ..
And at that moment our surge in world economy would be more sweet and pleasant and to be proud of.. ...so lets stand up n make our country more noble...JAI HIND...

In conversation with GOD

maine bhagwaan se kaha meri saari peedayein chheen lo,
Bhagwaan ne kaha, mujhe chhenane ki kya zarurat,
tum saath hee liye ghoom rahi ho,tum hee tyaag do.

maine kaha, mujhe sahan shakti do, dheeraj do.
Usnae kaha, dheeraj aasmaan se nahi tapakta,
pareshaaniyon ke beech upajta hai,
usae tumhe khud hee ugaana padega.

maine kaha, mujhe khushiyaan do.
Usnae kaha, main tumhe aashirwaad de sakta hun,
khushi tumhe apne andar se jagaani padegi.

maine kaha achcha phir mujhe wo saari cheezein do
jissae main zindagi ka anand le sakoon.
Usnae kaha, saansarik cheezon mein alapkaal ka anand hai.
Meri yaad ke siwaye kisi aur cheezon se tujhe sadaakaal ka
anand nahi mil sakta

maine kaha, theek hai, phir mujhe yah shakti toe dena ki,
main bhi doosron se utnaa hee pyaar karun, jitna ki Tum mujh se karte ho.

Bhagwaan muskura kar bole, tum mera diya hua pyaar jitna baatoge,
ussae kayin guna pyaar tumhare andar swatah hee bharega.

The Ramayana : The Myth or our Religious history

The Ramayana is, without doubt, one of the greatest stories ever told. Valmiki's Ramayana, composed sometime in the 3rd century was probably the compila­tion of a much earlier oral tradition. It is therefore a story told in many different ways in many countries, as also in many different parts of India. The Ramayana, therefore, is not the exclusive tradition of India's Hindus.
In Buddhist Jataka tales Ram was an earlier avatar of Buddha while in the ancient Jain tradition Ram was a noble soul incapable of taking the life of Ravana who could never have been a demonic eater of flesh or drinker of blood as is com­monly depicted.
In Sri Lanka, Ravana is the great hero while Ram is depicted as the blue-faced invader from the north. In Thailand, the faith­ful Hanuman is no celibate but a mis­chievous womaniser. The story is told in many different ways in Bali, Cambodia, Vietnam and other countries where the Ramayana is part of a revered and celebrated local tradition. They would baulk at the idea that the epic story belonged exclusively to the Hin­dus or Indians.
There are many versions of the Ramayana within India itself. Although he is highly revered among the Brahmins, Ram was not respected by many among the lower castes who were appalled at the treacherous killing of Bali or the killing of the Sambukha simply because he was a Shudra who dared to perform austerities and read the Vedas.
Women in parts of Andhra, Bengal and Karnataka sing songs about Sita and mock Ram's shabby treatment of this virtuous lady and her two sons. In Valmiki's Ramayana, Ram was the mortal hero of a great legend. He was only raised to an object of divine worship in North India after the 16th century when Goswami Tulsidas of Ayodhya wrote the lyrical Ramcharitmanas.
The geography of the epic is an enduring mystery. Since nothing of significance has been found at any of the sites mentioned in the Ramayana, the story might have been myth or the events described could have occurred in places beyond the geographical limits of what has come to be defined in recent times as India.
A river named the Syr Darya that flows through Kirghistan, Turkmenistan and Uzbekistan through the city of Aijwal, that is phonetically not too dissimilar to Ayodhya. and Kashgarh, still called Kashi, is east of it while Samarkand, earlier the Markandaya of the Puranas, is to its north-west. So it is possible that Lanka might have been a piece of land beyond the several water bodies in central Asia. Wandering bards and storytellers carried tales by word of mouth. While at its core, every story might have had an historical basis, storytellers tended to exaggerate the nobi­lity of the hero, the beauty of the heroine, the male­volence of demons, the magnificence of their palaces and the power of their weapons.
These exaggerations caused distor­tions in both reli­gion and history. So every religious tradition carries not only the words and philosophies of their prophets and founders but also the baggage of many myths and customs. The stories in the Old Testament long predated Jesus who also never said agyord about Christmas or Easter while Eid and Ramzan were Arab traditions that had existed for centuries before Prophet Muhammad. There ai|| many accounts about the heroes of the Vedas and Puranas who are not deified.
God may have created Man but Man created religion that is not as sacred as God. The Arab occupation of Jerusalem involved almost no persecution of Jews or other faiths but the Christian rulers in a distant Europe, a thousand years after the crucifixion, mainly seeking to control the trade routes from China and India, spurred millions of their innocent followers to lay down their lives in the Crusades to save the 'Holy Land'.
The Taliban continues to exploit Islamic' concepts that are not found in the Qur'an. It is not surprising then that in a climate of opportunism, Ram, too, is sought to be appropriated by leaders today for political ends.

ONLY THE FITTEST SURVIVE

Life is hard, life is a test
Never accept defeat, try your best
Always be ready to fight
Because justice is your right.


History bears testimony to the fact
And this rule remains forever intact
That war is not won by getting slain
But by inflicting on your enemies death and pain.


So never on your mind let emotions throng
Since only he survives whosoever is strong
No matter what the odds against you
Remember, the insurmountable are weak too.


Whatever the task, push a little harder
However hard the times, strive a little further
The battle lies ahead to be won
Let all fear and uncertainty run.


On clouds of success you will ride
Strength and victory will be your pride
Forget the past, don't look back, ahead, dive
Because you know, only the fittest survive.

I want to LIVE....

Dunno whether i should post this here or not..
Just something i wrote na wanted to share with you guys.

When I was alone, it was the same; the same thoughts, the same mindless sentences, the same mass of complex questions, the same desperate inability to answer those complex questions.

It was a sense of discomfort; I could not place my finger on it.

Confusion, helplessness, dead-ends.
Why am I doing this? Why am I living a sinfully lacklustre life, without enthusiasm, without happiness?

I rise at 5 every morning, have burnt bacon and eggs for breakfast, go to school, listen to the same droning about identification of ions and refraction of light, I come back home in the same white Daihatsu, give the same monosyllabic replies to my mother’s probing questions, watch the same repetitious soap operas on the television, brush my teeth with the same image staring back at me from the mirror, go to bed with the same patched quilt and experience the same feeling of emptiness inside my body everyday.

There is a fire; a raging fire inside me. Of desire, dream, delirium.

There are so many things I want to do. So many goals I want to achieve, so many books I want to read, so many people I want to meet, so many places I want to see.

But I don’t.

Because I have forced myself to believe that the life I am living right now is best for me. A life without passion. A life without love.

I am not happy, neither am I satisfied.

I want something more.

I want something beyond.

Nothing maters anymore. But still, my subconscious keeps me in a sphere of terror. What if I flunk the Chemistry test at college? What if mom found about the lie I told her last week? What if someone is better at English than me and if the administration make him the Literary Society President? What if someone reads my diary; my innermost and personal cerebrations?

And then there’s the fear of death. Doom.

What if I die without doing the things I want to? What if I die without achieving the goals I want to, without reading the books I want to, without meeting the people I want to, without seeing the places I want to?

I want to run away; run away from life, this world, people, myself. I want to become a war correspondent. I want to question the people who have looked at death closely. I want to question the soldiers who live at the edge of life, knowing that the angel of death could descend upon them at any moment. I want to run away to an unknown destination,I want to run away to a cocoon where everything’s different; where flowers never wilt, where the rain never stops, where the sun never sinks, where the power of love still prevails.

I want to help; help every happy and unhappy soul. I want to help the people who claim to be happy but are actually screaming inside. I want to help lonely wanderers like me who are searching for something so powerful; they are dominated by it themselves, for something so complex, they themselves fail to comprehend it. I want to help the poor, who desire money. I want to help the rich who desire luxury. I want to help those addicted to luxuries, who desire a simple life. I want to help those spirits who are lost; frozen in time; hovering motionlessly through a vacuum they themselves created without ever realizing it.

I want to cry; to cry for those who themselves cry. I want to cry for those who try to define life through their individual foggy perception of the world. I want to cry for those who pray for the forgiveness for their previous sins. I want to cry for those who experience pain. I want to cry for those who need light in a mass of pitch darkness. I want to cry for those who are waiting for their tears to dry up, for the wounds to heal, for the indelible scars to disappear.

I want to live; live to enjoy the profundity of silence.I want to live for the stunning miracles I witness everyday.I want to live to admire the sheer beauty of every passing moment. I want to live to fade away in the glorious sunset; to melt in the never-ending sky. I want to live to hear the cacophony of sounds, to smell each and every tempting aroma, to hear the tinkling laughter.I want to live because a voice deep down in my heart tells me to do so. I want to live because I have been created to live. I want to live for all those who weren’t able to live. I want to live because I have to run, I have to help, and I have to cry. I want to live because it’s forbidden to live a life of fervour and eternal bliss. I want to live for I am reborn...

Let's forgive each other..

You forgive me for liking you too much,
And I'll forgive you for not liking me enough.

You forgive me for missing you so,
And I'll forgive you for being so cold.

You forgive me for the loud racing of my heart,
And I'll forgive you for not hearing it.

You forgive me for playing your games,
And I'll forgive you for toying with my emotions.

You forgive me for finding you so attractive,
And I'll forgive you for not noticing.

You forgive me for raising you up so high,
And I'll forgive you for bringing me down so low.

You forgive me for wanting to be with you,
And I'll forgive you for avoiding me.

You forgive me for being so pathetic,
And I'll forgive you for taking advantage of it.

You forgive me for not being able to let go,
And I'll forgive you for never having latched on.

You forgive me for having hopes and dreams,
And I'll forgive you for crushing them .

Mantra of Winning da Game called LIFE

Before winning,

be confident and think:

"If I can't win,who can?"

After winning,

be humble and say:

"If I can win,who can't?"

A journey called LIFE...

Life is a journey,you meet many people on the way,some may come near and some may not,but never be emotionally involved,you never know when you have to walk alone

"Falling leaves..."

I was thinking of old friends today
And how many of them have slipped away,
Moved, got married, or stopped calling so much,
Found new friends, got busy, and just lost touch.

It reminded me of falling leaves.

Every autumn the leaves fall from the trees.
Some stay longer than others,
But eventually - Each leaf must fall, I'm told,
Leaving the tree alone to face the cold.

Why is it that in the time of utmost need
The leaves would seek to leave the tree?
And when we need our friends around
We look and they cannot be found?

Of course these friendships come and go

And in the spring new leaves will grow.
But I prefer autumn friends of old
With crackling laughter and colour bold.

It saddens me now I must admit
How somehow, someway,
I did forget Laughing with old friends of mine
During summers when the sun would shine.

And then I thought 0f YoU!
That clings despite the winds that blow.

Fighting ice, and snow, and winter's stings
Hanging on right through till spring.
So I guess that's what you are to me -

The very last leaf to leave the tree.

I know it seems silly, but it's true.

When I see that last leaf...

I think of you...

A Child

Have you ever had a child......and understood his world?

A child.
With a plain heart without worldly filth.
He knows nothing but love: love to give and love to seek.
He is ever curious about understanding what he sees around.
He is a philosopher with questions arising in his mind every now and then,
because his eyes are never tired of seeing change and new things.And his head is open to knowing anything and everything that happens in the universe.
His thinking and his views would change every few days
as he learns new things that would compel him to believe them.
He is the happiest person you would see in the world,
because his discoveries are seldom turned down, whether they are true,
or mere child-like fancy.
But when he sees anyone not understanding his different world
he is the most miserable creature on the earth,
though no one perceives more than just that he is sulky.
His only pursuit is happiness.
He doesn't care what ever he does, or whom ever he is with,
he does just what makes him happy.
He would never forget one who understands him, and respects his - though different - thinking;
and is hardly able to remember one who is devoid of this, unless they are a family!
He is different from all the rest, unique in himself,
because he has not yet entered the common-for-all place called world.
He is adorable; whether or not comely, he is no less than an angel.

Why one can not be a childat twenty one?
I complain...

A few reasons to Love You

I love you
Not because you are charming enough
Nor because, if, you ain't.

I love you
Not because you've got the enchanting eyes
Nor because, if, you haven't.

I love you
Not because I’m obsessed by your boldness
Nor because I’m fond of your calmness.

I love you
Not because you're the sort he dreamt of
Nor because you think the thoughts I thought of.

I love you
Not because lovely's the season
Remember that wise saying?..
Love never bore reasons..!

I love you
Nor because I’m being loved by you.

I love you
Just because -
By divine instinct
I love it!

Women are amazing..Here is the Reason

By the time the Lord made woman,
He was into his sixth day of working overtime..

An angel appeared and said,
"Why are you spending so much time on this one?"
And the Lord answered, "Have you seen my spec sheet on her?
She has to be completely washable, but not plastic,
Have over 200 movable parts, all replaceable
And able to run on diet coke and leftovers,

Have a lap that can hold four children at one time,
Have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart
-and she will do everything with only two hands."

The angel was astounded at the requirements.

"Only two hands!? No way!
And that's just on the standard model?
That's too much work for one day.
Wait until tomorrow to finish."

But I won't," the Lord protested.
"I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart.
She already heals herself when she is sick
AND can work 18 hour days."

The angel moved closer and touched the woman.
"But you have made her so soft, Lord."

"She is soft ," the Lord agreed,

"but I have also made her tough.
You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."

"Will she be able to think?" asked the angel.

The Lord replied,
"Not only will she be able to think,
She will be able to reason and negotiate."

The angel then noticed something,
And reaching out, touched the woman's cheek.
"Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model.
I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one."

"That's not a leak,"
The Lord corrected,
" that's a tear!"

"What's the tear for?" the angel asked.

The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy,
Her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her love,
Her loneliness, her grief and her pride."

The angel was impressed.



"You are a genius, Lord.
You thought of everything!
Woman is truly amazing."

पुष्प की अभिलाषा.....

While surfing da net i came across a very beautiful Poem describing the wish of a FLOWER da poem was so gorgeous i wished dat i knew abt da poet of dis beautiful creation..neways here it's for u ppl ...it's the most beautiful poem i hv ever read ......







चाह नहीं मैं सुरबाला के
गहनों में गूँथा जाऊँ,
चाह नहीं, प्रेमी-माला में
बिंध प्यारी को ललचाऊँ,
चाह नहीं, सम्राटों के शव
पर हे हरि, डाला जाऊँ,
चाह नहीं, देवों के सिर पर
चढ़ूँ भाग्य पर इठलाऊँ।
मुझे तोड़ लेना वनमाली!
उस पथ पर देना तुम फेंक,
मातृभूमि पर शीश चढ़ाने
जिस पर जावें वीर अनेक.

Adversities

Let me show you today,
how great our relationship is.

I say, I don't like sexy girls;(but cute as you're)
they've no brains to be arrogant for.
You say, a boy must be
as striking as Shahrukh.
I wish no more than
owning a bicycle.
You cherish a dream
of a ride in the Mercedes of our own.
I abhor talking and thinking of
money all the time.
You job in a bank.
I envisage a beautiful girl
wearing flowers in her hair.
You demolish my fancy
terming it anachronism.
I compose lovely verses
soaking of your magnitude.
You say, I enjoy anything else
to reading poems.

Those are a few
adversities we share.
Yet one thing
in common we have, is:
You love me, and would
do so more than everything else;
and I love you too, and would
do so more than, perhaps, myself.

Damn the world, I say.
So what if I'm eighteen and
you're twenty-four or so.

Who is Atheist

When I say, I do not believe in God,
Mind, folks, do not misjudge my words.
I believe in the very thing you do.
I believe in 'believing',
You too 'believe' in God.
I 'believe' in myself.
When I endeavoured to check its being,
I realised the God is none but faith.
It is not you put your faith in;
It is your faith you put in it.
Your faith is what empowers it
To influence you in a way whatsoever.
One can not put faith in nothing
Hence the God as a being has emerged.
So to say,
It is anything you put your faith in.
Be it Krishna, or Christ, whomsoever.
It can be holy, and evil.
Bright, and dark.
If you put your faith in a stone
It too will act as a God for you.
God is none but faith, I repeat.
You are as omnipotent as
Your so called God.
Because what makes it thus is the faith of yours.
Why not then put faith in yourself?
Nothing is closer to the source of power - faith,
Than one's own self.
I believe in my self, I am my God.

Better off Alone

It's not the same,
It's something I just can't explain,
she cried upon...
saying I'm tired theres nothing wrong...
and with pain you left carry along,
Im gone...better off alone...

On these times our conversation,
Losing direction, you're loosing faith,
is now have lost stimulation,
you are not with me is what i hate
too much ... Exasperation
im gone...better off alone..

How do you feel when there's no sun?
the night broken by the strain,
How will you feel when there's no one?
it feels like dying holding in pain,
holding those memories ...
im gone...better off alone..

Do you believe in dreams
I do but with our love theme,
to face the fact the one impact
I cried too, atleast i tried to
you heard me bruised and broken
smile empty soul words I spoken
im gone ... better off alone

I lay in a bed of hopelessness,
mind seem to fuse in this mess.
It's only imagination, a thought in my mind,
of a love story, that I pursue to find.
till then im gone ... better off alone

I am and was too scared to show it
till im gone you'll never know it
Peeping out the window to see one single star,
I reassure myself its the one that seem so afar.
the sky glows whenever we love...
its just a dream its not written above
so im gone ... better off alone


"Even though I am invisible, I see what you hide
Feel me I am untouchable, still walks by your side"

One Day

If one day you feel like crying...
Call me.
I don't promise you that...
I will make you laugh
But I can cry with you...


If one day you want to run away
Don't be afraid to call me
I don't promise to ask you stop
But I can run with you...


If one day you don“t want to listen anybody,
Call me and...
I promise to be very quite...


But


If one day you call me and there is no answer...
Come fast to see me...
Perhaps I need you... more then you need me...

So called First Female President of the Country.

The honorary post of the President of the Nation for the first time goes to a woman. Something we all should be proud of, though it took 60 years for a woman to come so far. And in my opinion, undeservedly.

I speak for over 50% of the population when I say, 'Kalam should have been back and I do not like Patil.' The reason why it even makes a difference to the country all of a sudden, who the President of the country is because of Kalam.I remembered the time when he was elected as our President at that time I was in may b 9th standard ..back in my village having a very little knowledge about political games and all dat crap.But I still have a kinda fondness to him ..I duno what was that bt ther was something.I had very high thoughts about him..n he prooved me right during his tenure of Five years. He raised the standards, made each citizen actually fall in love with him, inspired them and made them realise what a President should be doing. Until Kalam came, not only we did not bother, we also did not know what did we have Presidents for and were confused why The President of America is more important to us than our own President. Probably because, when Bush and Clinton were making big decisions and making America more powerful, our President was relaxing and sipping on his tea in the gardens of Rashtrapati Bhavan.

Rashtrapati Bhavan is not merely an Office of the President. From a common man's eye, it looks like a building of hope and honour. Standing on the crossroad, with Rashtrapati Bhavan on one side and India Gate on the other, I remember that being the most proud moment of my life. Both mean to me. I do not call myself a patriot, but I am definitely extremely proud of my country. But I am also sad, shocked to see President Patil. She does not appeal to me one bit.And to speak up my heart she don;t even have that CHARISMA which Sir Kalam has showed all of us.

How I am left speechless and helpless, when I see a POLITICIAN turn PRESIDENT. And not just that, but to have a President, who has been under the scanner of CBI for a murder case and more. She may not have been involved directly, but she was definitely involved in 'using' her 'political powers'. This, scares me. Will she do the same with her post as a President. Then I realise 'neah', she is a 'Puppet'. Sonia Gandhi, very politically changed Patil's life. (Seems like she is a master of bringing new old haggard forgotten unknown faces to the two top Posts of the Country.) How nicely, she announced Man Mohan Singh as the P.M. and now Patil as the President. Both, being her puppets. Not like I dislike Singh nor do I dislike Sonia Gandhi, but the sole point remaining - IS PRATIBHA WORTH IT?

I still remember that picture of Kalam on the front pages of all newspapers, when he sworn in as the President. There was confidence dripping, a sparkle in his eye and an aura of self dignity around him, that instantly made many of us feel - 'HE IS THE MAN!' And so he proved. Keeping all biases aside, the first day I saw Patil's picture in the papers and on news channels, when she was nominated. I could not even recognise her. Came across as some 'wannabe' politician who is being pushed up by her Party members. Not even today, now that she is THE PRESIDENT, do I feel that she has the same spark, that new energy that Kalam brought with himself. We are back to square one. A new President who shall be remembered by the next generation as ONLY the First Female President of the Country.May GOD bless HER....(-:

Why Judge ME???

Why judge me? You don’t know me.
Why scold me? I’ve done no wrong.
But your eyes are filled with hatred
And your face holds no warmth
What have I done to deserve such pain?
What have I done to endure your scowls?
The looks you give me
Burn through my skin and scotch my very soul.
How do you think your better?
How do you think I’m worse?
What gives you the right to pass judgment on me?
You are not a judge, king, or my God.
No hypocrite can see my heart or know my mind.
So what makes you think you are more than me?

Forrest Gump..

Hey juss up after watchin a very fabulous movie.. of Tom Hanks ..juss liked his way of talkin in whole movie...wot a movie it wassss whoooi gonna quote some dialogues frm da movie ova here....


Forrest: Momma always says there's an awful lot you could tell about a person by their shoes. Where they're going. Where they've been. I've worn lots of shoes. I bet if I think about it real hard I could remember my first pair of shoes.
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Mrs. Gump: Don't ever let anybody tell you they're better than you, Forrest. If God intended everybody to be the same, he'd have given us all braces on our legs.

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Bus Driver: Are you comin' along?

Forrest: Momma said not to be taking rides from strangers.

Bus Driver: This is the bus to school.

Forrest: I'm Forrest Gump.

Bus Driver: I'm Dorothy Harris.

Forrest: Well, now we ain't strangers anymore.

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Untill I learned

I feared being alone

Until I learned to like Myself.


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I feared failure

Until I realized that I only Fail when I don't try.


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I feared success

Until I realized That I had to try In order to be happy With myself.


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I feared people's opinions

Until I learned that People would have opinions About me anyway.


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I feared rejection

Until I learned to Have faith in myself.


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I feared pain

Until I learned that it's necessary For growth.


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I feared the truth

Until I saw the Ugliness in lies.


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I feared life

Until I experienced Its beauty .


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I feared death

Until I realized that it's Not an end, but a beginning.


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I feared my destiny,

Until I realized that I had the power to change My life.


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I feared hate

Until I saw that it Was nothing more than Ignorance.


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I feared love

Until it touched my heart, Making the darkness fade Into endless sunny days.


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I feared ridicule

Until I learned how To laugh at myself.


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I feared growing old

Until I realized that I gained wisdom every day.


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I feared the future

Until I realized that Life just kept getting Better.


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I feared the past

Until I realized that It could no longer hurt me.



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I feared the dark

Until I saw the beauty Of the starlight.


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I feared the light

Until I learned that the Truth would give me Strength.


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I feared change,

Until I saw that Even the most beautiful butterfly Had to undergo a metamorphos is Before it could fly.


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The difference that matters a lot

Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.
The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter,
“Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don“t fall into the river.“
The little girl said, “No, Dad. You hold my hand.“
“What“s the difference?“ Asked the puzzled father.
“There“s a big difference,“ replied the little girl. “If I hold your
hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand
go.
But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens,
you will never let my hand go.“

In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in
its bond.
So ***hold the hand of the person who loves you rather than expecting them
to hold yours...***


This message is too short......but carries a lot of Feelings

Hakuna Matata

I always follow dis in life..."Hakuna Matata" it means dont worry be happy..

No matter whatever happens,just hve a positve attitude towards it n u vl see d difference...Worry never fixes anything..

Look at da funny side of it..

There are only two things in life to worry about:
Whether you are well
or whether you are sick..If you are well,then there is nothing to worry about

But if you are sick,
there are only two things to worry about:
Whether you are going to get well
or whether you are going to die.

If you get well,
then there is nothing to worry about.

But if you die,
there are only two things to worry about:
Whether you are going to go to heaven
or whether you are going to go to hell.

If you go to heaven,
then you have nothing to worry about.

But if you go to hell,
you'll be so busy shaking hands with all your friends,
that you won't have time to worry!

So, Why Worry?

Be HAPPy!!!

LIFE IS TO THINK

Life is something we get,
Living is something we choose.
Death is something we get,
Dying is something we loose.
Think! What you want from it …
Think! What you want from it …

Man has to find out what he needs,
As he is the only one to lead.
Stand back and tolerate everything
OR
Stand in front and fight for something
Good things? Bad things?
Think! What you want to be …
Think! What you want to be …

Either you choose to be a hero or scoundrel.
Remember! With great power comes great responsibility
It’s up to you, to be bad or good
Just follow your duty, as you should
Think! What you get from it…
Think! What you get from it…

Either you choose love or hate
In both, there is something you get
In love it’s everything easy to solve
In hate all the things are just the bullshit
Think! What is right for you…
Think! What is right for you…

If you get a life of hell,
Would you accept it or forget?
If you get a paradise death
Would you accept it or reject?
You see! Life is not entirely perfect
Think what you get from it…
Think what you get from it…


Depending on somebody thinking when they will leave you
OR
Become independent and reject the help they gave to you
You see! Life is just a boo-ho
Think what is best for you…
Think what is best for you…

Sweet Love

With every sunshine I promise to myself I won’t love u as I did before...
With every morning dew I promise to myself I would start everything new...
With every morning stroll I think I will keep myself busy in life...
With every first shower I take I think I will remove the smell .. The Touch of your skin .. from mine..

As the day starts and sun sets high.... I start traveling with a mind of mixed thoughts about you..
The music yearns me to get lost in you but I am taken aback by mind which had made promises in the morning...
As I reach the office and sit on my desk I promise to myself I would just do my work loyally...
Seeing your empty folder I think I would never write for you again..
As I start my day I think I would never say a Gudmorning to you...
As I carry on my work I think I would never call you to hear your sweet voice..
As it goes along.. I stop myself thinking about u and remembering any of those sweet moments which I had spent with u..

But as the day passes and the environment gets cool , calm and serene..
U step in quietly.... barefooted!...and start knocking on the doors of my mind..
My heart slowly opens those doors just to let you in..
You enter with all the fragrance .. The charisma that you carry along..
With all the cuteness and lovable nature that you have..
Keeping aside all those which had caused bruises on my heart and closed the doors of my mind...
Keeping aside all those promises I had made to myself...
My mind starts becoming weak..and my heart starts beating a bit high...
Memories that were small but sweet gallop in my mind...
Your voice starts coming in my ears ..Your face starts flashing in front of me...
Your touch starts smearing all over my body ...Your words giving me those gentle tickles..
Just leaving myself loose ..Away from the worldly affairs I just dip in dreaming about you...
All the voices around nearly become silent ..Only your voice rings in my ears ..
The air becomes filled with your aroma...
The heart starts pumping the blood fast..
I just keep my eyes open to see a thing which is no more visible other than your face..
Slowly I see each other united again and enjoying all those romantic moments which we always missed..
All my dreams starts taking shape....I just blankly keep on hearing to your words and staring at your face...lost in those lips which were so sweet .. the eyes which are so deep and full of wishes .. The occasional smile .. which always shows how cute u are...pulling me more towards u....I feel like loving u unconditionally... crazily .. without any limits....giving my heart fully..
Though there were so many bruises...
Though there were so many aches...
I start to love you again madly....

Then to my horror suddenly it breaks...I hurry up on my seat to realize that it was just a dream...
I could hear the voice of my colleague .. calling in...
Thus it ends in a hurry .. and suddenly everything is gone...
I just again sit back .. stretch myself and start working...looking to my mailbox ..
Just to say to myself its not there .. You are not there...
Making myself understand that I couldn’t get that lovely place in the bottom of your heart..
Which would make you think always or once about me...
Which would make you crazy for me..
Which would make you yearn madly for me...
As I know it would not happen .. I keep making my heart...
Then slowly my mind takes over my heart
My heart starts going slow just to know there was nothing...
And then again I put my mind in the daily chores just to move ahead...

As the sun sets I again start feeling lonely...
Again I say to myself I won’t hear your voice anymore..
I won’t be lost in your dreams anymore...
I would start everything new...
I won’t love you so much...
I won’t yearn to have you..
I would just move along and start everything new..

But again it happens .. My ears are waiting for the ring on my phone..
My heart is waiting to share my day with you..
My mind is waiting to receive those reactions from you..
And then again it starts allover..
I can’t finish a day without thinking about you.....
I can’t start a day without thinking about you......
Just want to tell you that...
I really love you....

The other Side of Gandhi's assasination...was that justified

As we all know that Gandhi was assasinated by Nathuram Godse and a majority of indian plethora considers him a demon who killed a so called Saint of Indian history.But do we really know the reality behind the brave act of Sir Godse...I think not..so lets have a look over this matter from other side.......
Godse is often a misunderstood character. He is referred to as a Hindu fanatic. It is often hard to understand Godse because the Government of India had suppressed information about him. His court statements, letters etc. were all banned from the public until recently. Judging from his writings one thing becomes very clear - He was no fanatic. His court statements are very well read out and indicate a calm and collected mental disposition. He never even once speaks ill about Gandhi as a person, but only attacks Gandhi’s policies which caused ruin and untold misery to Hindus. Another interesting point to note is that Godse had been working with the Hindu refugees fleeing from Pakistan. He had seen the horrible atrocities committed on them. Many women had their hands cut off, nose cut off, even little girls had been raped mercilessly. Despite this Godse did not harm even single Muslim in India which he could easily have. So it would be a grave mistake to call him a Hindu fanatic.

Let us start by studying the motive behind Godse’s act. By seeing the nature of the assassination in public space and Godse’s act of turning himself over to the Police, we can see that Godse did not do this for personal reasons. He very well knew that he would be hanged and his name would be disgraced as Gandhi was considered a saint. And again Godse could have ran away and escaped punishment. But he did the reverse. He called a police officer and courted arrest. Before we proceed it would be wise to understand the backdrop of the assassination.

The central government had taken a decision — Pakistan will not be given Rs 55 crores. On January 13 Gandhi started a fast unto death that Pakistan must be given the money. On January 13, the central government changed its earlier decision and announced that Pakistan would be given the amount. On January 13, Nathuram decided to assassinate Gandhi.

Nathuram Godse was a learned man, very sharp and intelligent - editor of “Agrani” (one of the most famous newspaper of that time - with Nana Aapte). In his last editorial of “Agrani” which he changed overnight - he said “Gandhi must be stopped - at any cost” and he justified why Gandhiji’s assassination was not only inevitable but also a delayed action, sth tht shud’ve happened LONG AGO.

In Nathuram’s words - “ I don’t refute Gandhi’s theory of non-violence. He may be a saint but he is not a politician. His theory of non-violence denies self-defence and self-interest. The non-violence that defines the fight for survival as violence is a theory not of non-violence but of self-destruction.The division of the nation was an unnecessary decision. What was the percentage of the Muslim population as compared to the population of the nation? There was no need for a separate nation. Had it been a just demand, Maulana Azad would not have stayed back in India. But because Jinnah insisted and because Gandhi took his side, India was divided, in spite of opposition from the nation, the Cabinet. An individual is never greater than a nation.

In a democracy you cannot put forward your demands at knife-point. Jinnah did it and Gandhi stabbed the nation with the same knife. He dissected the land and gave a piece to Pakistan. We did picket that time but in vain. The Father of our Nation went to perform his paternal duties for Pakistan! Gandhi blackmailed the cabinet with his fast unto death. His body, his threats to die are causing the destruction — geographical as well as economical — of the nation. Today, Muslims have taken a part of the nation, tomorrow Sikhs may ask for Punjab. The religions are again dividend into castes, they will demand sub-divisions of the divisions. What remains of the concept of one nation, national integration? Why did we fight the British in unison for independence? Why not separately? Bhagat Singh did not ask only for an independent Punjab or Subhash Chandra Bose for an independent Bengal?

I am going to assassinate him in the open, before the public, because I am going to do it as my duty. If I do it surreptitiously, it becomes a crime in my own eyes. I will not try to escape, I will surrender and naturally I will be hanged. One assassination, one hanging. I don’t want two executions for one assassination and I don’t want your involvement, participation or company. (This was for Nana-Apte and Veer Savarkar as they were against ghandhi’s policies too, Godse wanted to assassinate gandhi all by himself and took promise from Nana Apte that he will continue helping Veer Savarkar in rebuilding India as a strong free nation.)

On January 30, I reached Birla Bhavan at 12 pm. Gandhi was sitting outside on a cot enjoying the sunshine. Vallabhbhai Patel’s granddaughter was sitting at his feet. I had the revolver with me. I could have assassinated him easily then, but I was convinced that his assassination was to be a punishment and a sentence against him, and I would execute him. I wanted witnesses for the execution but there were none. I did not want to escape after the execution as there was not an iota of guilt in my mind. I wanted to surrender, but surrender to whom? There was a good crowd to collect for the evening prayers. I decided on the evening of January 30 as the date for Gandhi’s execution.

Gandhi climbed the steps and came forward. He had kept his hands on the shoulders of the two girls. I wanted just three seconds more. I moved two steps forward and faced Gandhi. Now I wanted to take out the revolver and salute him for whatever sacrifice and service he had made for the nation. One of the two girls was dangerously close to Gandhi and I was afraid that she might be injured in the course of firing. As a precautionary measure I went one more step ahead, bowed before him and gently pushed the girl away from the firing line. The next moment I fired at Gandhi. Gandhi was very weak, there was a feeble sound like ‘aah’ (There are proof that Gandhi did NOT say “Hey Raam” at that time - it’s just made up stuff ) from him and he fell down.

After the firing I raised my hand holding the revolver and shouted, ‘Police, police’. For 30 seconds nobody came forward and I scanned the crowd. I saw a police officer. I signalled to him to come forward and arrest me. He came and caught my wrist, then a second man came and touched the revolver… I let it go…”

Forgotten Heros: [Veer Savarkar, Lala lajpatrai, Subhashchandra Bose, Bhagatsingh, Rajguru, Tansirani, Shivaji, Rana Pratap and thousands of other freedom fighters]

Dirty politicians will only teach us only about gandhi and one sided ahimsa. If there’s a person ALL Indians should know of - he’s


Vinayak Damodar Savarkar (a.k.a Veer Savarkar)


Jai Hind :)

Ode to a Callous Heart

Never cared to pay attention
To her who never sleeps without your mention.

Callous to her needs you slept
Nothing to give back in debt.

Breaking the promises,breaking the mind
Owning a heart not so kind.

Freak of the material world
Relegated her own real world.

In deep misery she fidgets
For your arms that fix nothing but gadgets.

Your never cared when she appealed
As if your eyes closed,ears sealed.

Foolishly entangled between the trash
You greedily drove on rude and rash.

Unwittingly she withdrew from you
Having nothing to expect in due.

Notwithstanding you moved on
Having no regrets for her, who is forever gone.

A TESTIMONIAL OF LOVE

Let the winds carry the message
How much I miss you.
Let the chirping birds
Come and chirp beside you,
Intense desires of my heart
That how much I miss you.

Nothing material can bear
Testimony to our love.
It is far beyond the skies
Reaching the richly heaven.

My ears still hear your voice.
All my senses feel your presence.
I am within and without you,
Promising you to give
Tender strokes of love and affection for a life.

Still I miss your tone, so touchy.
But gets pricky when I turn tricky.
All those tough arguments we made;
Those entire petty obsessions we showed;
Whole commemoration makes me sad.
Because it is just you whom I loved;
None but you, whom I cared;
Treasure the moments that we shared.

But parting became a necessity dear.
Owes and obligations that cost dear.
Seems difficult not to hear you.
Your love prevents me not to hear you.
But nature prevents me doing so.

The void is fragile, as far as,
Our souls remain one.
Nothing goes wrong, as far as,
Our prayers remain one.
Because it is bidding adieu,
To meet again and be one.