Monday, 31 December 2012

you got to be kidding me...

 
Oh some one is singing...'single ladies' ahh its my cell phone... No i just don't want to talk to anyone...i wish i could shut down my ears too...just like my eyes...

Why the hell i chose such loud music as my ringtone...
Seriously,Sleep is something so precious...that it makes you hate...even the things you  are crazy about.


At last...without looking at the screen...i pressed the connect button...and waited for the person to speak...ah i don't even feel like speaking.

Caller- hey.  its me...GOD. How are you my child?
Me- what the hell??
I looked at the screen... And there in red bold...was written GOD.
Caller- honey...have send you to Earth...i guess...lemme check with your docs. Yes... You are on Earth.
Me- you got to be kidding me... Who the hell are you? And its 3 am...is this the time to call someone.
Caller- oh...my child...i know, you were asleep. But you owe me this much...don't you?
Me- what? Oh God!
Caller-see you call me almost every hour...no matter what happens...good or bad... You say my name... And i came rushing...to help just in case you are in some trouble.
Me- ah... Comeon. When was the last time you have helped me.
Caller- when you were crying...remembering your friend...i made you sleep.
Me-but if you are god...then you are the reason we are not together anymore.
Caller- no... You two were not meant to be together. It would have caused even more pain later.
Me-Dont try to fool me. If you are..god then you must have powers...and you could have even changed that.  a lil twist..and no pains...no tears.
Caller- but what about the person...who is meant for you. Who is perfect for you.
Me- but what i felt for my guy.., i can never feel for anyone. And what you left me with? Hurt and pain.
Caller- i know my child. And i am sorry for your pain. but its not a loss. U have learned so much from this.
Me- what? Not to love again? Not to trust anyone?
Caller-no. But not to trust everyone. See my child- i give you people choices. One of a kind. Now its on you what you chose. I gave you reasons not to be with him. But you made your choice.
Me- but you cannot get anyone perfect. At some point...you have to compromise.
Caller- yes...you have to. But compromising doen't mean...stop loving yourself...for loving someone else.
Me- but i didn't wanted to hurt him.
Caller- so you got hurt yourself? You all are equal to me. If you are in pain... My heart aches. My all children are equal for me.
Me-hmm... So he is the same. I hate him. And so i hate you.
Caller- hmm...i know you hate me. But you know what...my child has hurted my other child. That pains so much.
Me- in that case , and considering today's world...you must be on high dose of pain killers.
Caller- you making fun of your God... But that's cool... That is also something you have learned...to smile and joke in hardest of times.
Me- okay listen it was fun talking to you...now please tell who are you...or am gonna put the phone down.
Caller- so you don't even trust me. How...how can i make you trust me?
Me- ahh...you are God...you must know better.
Caller- okay...no matter how angry you are on me...or how much you hate me...you pray each night...just before you go to sleep.
Me- ah don't give me that. Almost everyone is taught by their parents to do so.
Caller-yes...but only a few do.
Me-whatever.
Caller-i know how much you hated that girl...who lived in next house to yours. You even punctured her car 5 times.
Me- ahh... All my friends know about that.
 Caller- but do they all know how much you have cried when she died of cancer last year? You haven't even written about that in your journal.
Me- i didn't.
Caller- oh comeon accept that.  now is it enough as proof.
Me- no. Maybe you have seen me crying that day.
Caller- oh.. You are a tough girl..hmm... Ask for something and you will have it...now.
Me- i don't need anything.
Caller- oh my child...i have something that you will love...
( a box just appeared out of nowhere)
(i opened it)
me- oh my god...its my favourite sketch...the one i made of maself...and have gifted him. And he has torn it into pieces just because of a stupid fight.
Caller- so now you believe me?
Me- no. I don't. I can't.
Caller- oh what else can i do for you...why silence?   anyways i was going through your last few prayers...and its pretty much clear that...you don't believe that i exist...and if i do...then i don't care about you.
Me- so...isn't it all true.
Caller- no my child. I can never do that. I am just so busy in planning a perfect future for you...
Me-by messing up with my present.
Caller- that's the way you look at things.
Me- aah comeon...what's the point in dying happily when you have spend whole your life crying?
 leave all that. Firstly tell me why have you called me.
Caller-i need a favour from you.
me- what?
Caller-i want you to spread a message of mine...to all the people in this world.
me-ah...don't act that lazy...just put it on facebook wall and its done.
Caller- what is facebook?
me- you got to be kidding me...you don't know about facebook. i can't buy that.
Caller- really i don't. and you have to trust me. i am God. and God never lies.
me-hha. stop it now.
Caller- what?
me- what what?
Caller- you are making fun of God.
me- who started?
Caller- there's no use of arguing with you. are you sure my message will reach all my children.
me- chill yaar...almost wevery living being is on fb.
Caller- thankyou...won't you even ask what my message is?
me- chill buddy...i am regular on fb. i will get it..whatever it is.(in mind-if its worth reading)
Caller- what do you mean by "worth reading"?
me- i was thinking...how do you know...ahh God thing.
Caller- yeah. temme.
me- in nutshell...whatever your message is..make it attractive. add pics...music..or whatever you feel likeelse no one will read.
Caller- what do mean? they won't read God's message?
me- mmm,.,,just try to create an account first...i am sure everything related to God is already in use...
so...there's no other option buddy.

line got disconnected...


 

Happy New Year to ollll....

"I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning and molding my life, is too much of a daily event for me."

Saturday, 29 December 2012

Kya aapne dekha h…??




Kabi suraj ki kirano me cigarette ke dhuye ko udte dekha h...
Apne beti/bete ko airport pe vida krte hue maa ki unn sisakti aankho me wo ankaha gam dekha h....
8 mahine k intezaar k baad apne uss do pahiye waali fatfatiya k liye kisi ko rote dekha h....

dekha h kya...
Kabi uss masoom si muskaan ko.. jab koi kisi apne ko hazaaro ki bheed me khoj leta h...
kabi  kisi  apne ko mamooli si dikhni waali khushi k liye khushi k aansu rote hue dekha h....
maa/baap ki wo bheeni si muskaan...jab uska beta/beti... bees hazaar k salary check k dum hawa me uda ho....
Kya aisa kabi dekha h..

Aaj zindagi aise sawaal krti h humse ki kya humne ye sab dekha h....
Agr aaj iska jawaab haan h...to smjh lijiye khushkismat h aap... ki iss badi si dunia me apne bahot kuch pyaara to dekha h...

Log kehte h ki manzil ki talaash me aage bado...
Mera kehna h un logo se.... manzil nai... raasto ki khoj me niklo...Aaj nai to kal manzil pe phch hi jaoge...
Zindagi k un chote chote palo ka asli saar tabi samjh aata h…jab aapne khud un palo ko jiya ho…naaki kisi k labo se suna ho....


written by-
RAM CHANDER SHARMA

Friday, 28 December 2012

Its funny…


We all have some moments in our lives when we hate being in this world…
we hate being the part of present…just because….we cannot dream about it as future…and we cannot even joke about it…as if its past. 

Sometimes I wonder…there’s something about past…that I like…(I mean as the properties of past (lolz) )… past means something that has already happened… something that we can’t change…

Something that define us…

Its funny…talking about stuff that is quite obvious…but aren’t the best things of world…all obvious.


Sunday, 9 December 2012

believe...

May be you wanted something for yourself,
and God has planned for you,by himself.
May be for you, your desires seems like air to you,
but later his plannings will make your smiles,wonderfully true.
Have faith in the almighty, do your part,give your best, and then close your eyes,take some rest.
You will get everything you desrve,
and in the race desire and deseve that's the thing you must preserve.

Friday, 7 December 2012

Seekho....

samjho zindagi ek tohfa h
tabhi shuruaat ko ant se milaana seekho...
samjho ek din ki kya keemat h
tabhi suraj ko pehli kiran ko raat ke un lakhon taaron me roshni se jodna seekho...

kismat ke bharose pe jeena, jeene ka zaroor ek tareeka h....
par haatho ki lakeero ko apne bal pe badalna seekho....
dukh ka samudra najaane kitna gehra h....
par toofan ko cheer k aage badna seekho....

samay badalta tha aur samay badalta rahega.....
phir bi ek pal ko apne haatho thaamna seekho....
logon ka milne-bichadne ka silsila yunhi chalta rahega.....
par un logon ke dilo me ek ahem jagah banana seekho....

rukaawte har samay tumhaare raaste me aaengi....
un rukaawto se bachna nai ladna seekho....
zindagi tumhe har din ek naye manzar pe laake rakh degi....
un manzar se apni nayi raah banana seekho....

kehne ko log tumhaari har haar pe najaane kaisi kaisi naseehatein denge....
lekin har haar ko ek din jeet me zaroor badalna seekho....
kehne ko antarman me najaane kitni khawahishein banti bigadi rahengi....
par apne andar us law ko ek mashaal banana seekho.....

seekhna sikhaana yunhi chalta rahega.....
par smjho zindagi ek hi h.....
tabhi zindagi ko zindagi ka tohfa dena seekho......



 
written by-
RAM CHANDER SHARMA

Thursday, 6 December 2012

isn't it beautiful...???



aaj kuch lambe samay baad dil me ek ajeeb si hulchul hui....
kuch kore kaagaz k panne bharne k baad hi siyahi kam si lagne lagi...

bayaan karne chale the kuch haseen palo ko ek kitaab me....
palo ki roop rekha dekh ek kitaab b kam lagne lagi....
wo sehmi hui awaaz....dabe dabe.. unke hoton se jab niklti thi...
to dil kya?? antarman ke rom rom pe asar kar jaati h....

wo geeli geeli garam hawa... jab udti hui chehre par girti....
tab ehsaas hota.... ki wo kareeb hi nai bht kareeb ho chuke h...

maana sawaalo ki kataar ek-ek karke badne lag gyi h....
par pucho humse... to bataye ki jawaabo ka silsila bi chhota nahi h...


hum unse kehte h... hum unse kehte h ki...
chahe maang lo humse humari jaan.... par maaf krna wo nai de paaenge.... 
marna to ek din har kisi ne h.... hum to apko jeena sikhaenge....

yu achambhit na ho hamaari aisi baatein sunke....abi kuch pal hi to saath chale h...
ruk na jaana beech raaste me...zindagi k raaste kathin hi kyu na ho.. par haseen bade h..

rangon ki khoobsurti ki talaash me mat niklo... ek din zindagi pheeki lagne lagegi...
humare khushi me shaamil ho jaao...zindagi haseen kya ....rangeen lagne lagegi...

lamba jeevan hone ka kya faaeda...jo kabi kisi ke kaam na aaye....
seekho uss bhawre se jo zindagi ke mehaz kuch lamho me phoolon ko khilna seekha jaaye...


aaj kuch lambe samay baad dil me ek ajeeb si hulchul hui....
kuch kore kaagaz k panne bharne k baad hi siyahi kam si lagne lagi...




written by-

RAM CHANDER SHARMA

Wednesday, 5 December 2012

a broken string...

i felt the pain.it was so sharp...as if someone has just stabbed me in the heart(haven't experienced but must be something like this). Still remember the day...apprx four years back...i lost my brother. Our 'tarun bhaiya'. ? The pain i feel is not just the one i feel because i lost her...but because my father has lost his mother...and my mother has lost her second mother(her mother-in-law)too.
Loosing someone close...someone from your family...
Its like a broken string... 
A string that has attached you to your past...which made you what you are. 
The string that is holding you today
.And a string to your future...something that brings hope to your life.

a string that binds YOU to YOU...

There wil always be this pain in our hearts...the pain of loosing someone so dear. But looking at her face... That smile...it seems she is happy that its over. The path was tough ... Really tough... But now she has reached to the threshold. She is fine now.

Still remember the day when i started this blog...just a few months have passed...today its still like a baby...Its something closest to me. With tearful eyes...Moving back to our lives...our worlds... Saying goodbye...to someone who will always be with you in your hearts.

Saturday, 17 November 2012

dreams dispensed daily...bring your own container























dreams...
ah...even saying this word brings a smile to my face...enlighten my eyes...and gives me hope...
dreaming could be broadly classified into two types-
> dreaming while sleeping.
> dreaming when you are awake.

i love dreaming with my eyes open...
i still remember the days...back in hostel, when i used to study with my rommate...and most of the times we sit directly opposite to each other... and mstly after a couple of hours...one of us will look at other...and finding the person lost in thoughts...we ask..."kahan thi" (where were you)

it may sound ridiculous at first...but we loved it...
the way we saw those dreams...the life we actually wanted for ourselves...and sharing those :) talking about those...felt pretty amazing.

most of the times i don't remember what i have dreamt while sleeping...and i don't see any point in remembring at most of the times...
but the dreams i see while i am awake aren't exactly what i see...but its like a nest i build for myself...
that makes me happy even when i know there's not even slightest possibility for it to be true.

but it feels good...to dream...to have hope...
to build your own castle each day...

to love my each dream...
to love my each day...
to love myself more...each day
 

Sunday, 11 November 2012

Why do women cry?



Why do women cry?

A little boy asked his mother, “Why are you crying?” “Because I need to” she said.
“I don’t understand,” he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said, “And you never will.” Later the little boy asked his father, “Why does mo
ther seem to cry for no reason?”
“All women cry for no reason,” his dad answered carelessly
The little boy, still wondering why women cry, finally asked the old wise shaykh. “He surely knows the answer”, he thought.


“Ya Shaykh! Why do women cry so easily?” He answered:
“When Allah made the woman she had to be made so special. He made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. He gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that comes from her children. He gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. He gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child hurts her very badly. He gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. He 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. And lastly, He gave her a tear. This is hers and only hers exclusively to use whenever she needs it. She needs no reason, no explanation, it’s hers.”
“You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the beauty of her face, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where love resides.”
The little boy got the answer and never asked the question again.
“All women cry for no reason,” his dad answered carelessly
The little boy, still wondering why women cry, finally asked the old wise shaykh. “He surely knows the answer”, he thought.

“Ya Shaykh! Why do women cry so easily?” He answered:
“When Allah made the woman she had to be made so special. He made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. He gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that comes from her children. He gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. He gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child hurts her very badly. He gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. He 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. And lastly, He gave her a tear. This is hers and only hers exclusively to use whenever she needs it. She needs no reason, no explanation, it’s hers.”
“You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the beauty of her face, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where love resides.”
The little boy got the answer and never asked the question again.
“All women cry for no reason,” his dad answered carelessly
The little boy, still wondering why women cry, finally asked the old wise shaykh. “He surely knows the answer”, he thought.
“Ya Shaykh! Why do women cry so easily?” He answered:
“When Allah made the woman she had to be made so special. He made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. He gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that comes from her children. He gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. He gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child hurts her very badly. He gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. He 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. And lastly, He gave her a tear. This is hers and only hers exclusively to use whenever she needs it. She needs no reason, no explanation, it’s hers.”
“You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the beauty of her face, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where love resides.”
The little boy got the answer and never asked the question again.
“All women cry for no reason,” his dad answered carelessly
The little boy, still wondering why women cry, finally asked the old wise shaykh. “He surely knows the answer”, he thought.
“Ya Shaykh! Why do women cry so easily?” He answered:
“When Allah made the woman she had to be made so special. He made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. He gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that comes from her children. He gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. He gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child hurts her very badly. He gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. He 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. And lastly, He gave her a tear. This is hers and only hers exclusively to use whenever she needs it. She needs no reason, no explanation, it’s hers.”
“You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the beauty of her face, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where love resides.”
The little boy got the answer and never asked the question again.
“All women cry for no reason,” his dad answered carelessly
The little boy, still wondering why women cry, finally asked the old wise shaykh. “He surely knows the answer”, he thought.
“Ya Shaykh! Why do women cry so easily?” He answered:
“When Allah made the woman she had to be made so special. He made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. He gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that comes from her children. He gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. He gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child hurts her very badly. He gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. He 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. And lastly, He gave her a tear. This is hers and only hers exclusively to use whenever she needs it. She needs no reason, no explanation, it’s hers.”
“You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the beauty of her face, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where love resides.”
The little boy got the answer and never asked the question again.
“All women cry for no reason,” his dad answered carelessly
The little boy, still wondering why women cry, finally asked the old wise shaykh. “He surely knows the answer”, he thought.
“Ya Shaykh! Why do women cry so easily?” He answered:
“When Allah made the woman she had to be made so special. He made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. He gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that comes from her children. He gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. He gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child hurts her very badly. He gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. He 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. And lastly, He gave her a tear. This is hers and only hers exclusively to use whenever she needs it. She needs no reason, no explanation, it’s hers.”
“You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the beauty of her face, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where love resides.”
The little boy got the answer and never asked the question again.
“All women cry for no reason,” his dad answered carelessly
The little boy, still wondering why women cry, finally asked the old wise shaykh. “He surely knows the answer”, he thought.
“Ya Shaykh! Why do women cry so easily?” He answered:
“When Allah made the woman she had to be made so special. He made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. He gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that comes from her children. He gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. He gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child hurts her very badly. He gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. He 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. And lastly, He gave her a tear. This is hers and only hers exclusively to use whenever she needs it. She needs no reason, no explanation, it’s hers.”
“You see my son, the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the beauty of her face, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where love resides.”
The little boy got the answer and never asked the question again.

Thursday, 8 November 2012

Zindagi Abhi Baki Hai...

whenever i think about doing something new...something new creative...or something new-new... :) the first thought that comes to my mind is that... "is there something left???"
i mean...no matter what we talk about...movies, songs, blogs,stories...is there something left???
when i give it a thought most of the times the answer i get is... "NOT REALLY"

but at the very next moment...or at the very next day...or at-least the very next week...life proves me wrong.

well, coming back to my title...
Mtv will be hosting a new program soon...
considering the trailer...i guess its about the people...who have seen the worst..."the point near the end" or in the straight forward way-"who have seen their deaths just a few feet away"... keeping in mind our dear cricketer.

"ZINDAGI ABHI BAKI HAI"


Wednesday, 7 November 2012

Expectations...





















What are expectations??? Something that according to you a person should and would do is your expectations from him.

So...if this is what we think (our thoughts) why we feel sad or even cheated if the reality doesn't match that thoughts.

Expectations...may in any term...

What you expect from your family.
What your family expect from you.
The way you behave with friends.
Or the way you react to their news...or the way you share your stuff with them.

They say...if you don't want to get hurt...or loose your heart...don't expect.
(You may find this...or similar thoughts anywhere...)

But my concern is...yes expectations hurt...very much...
But aren't they the only thing that makes us- KEEP GOING ???

Wednesday, 17 October 2012

baarish k woh din ...


Baarish ke wo din...
 yaad dilaate un palo ki....
 jab kapkapaati sardi me bina kisi garmaahat k hum aise hi bheegne nikal padte the...
 waapis aane pe..patli si chaadar ki uss garmi me apne ko simet lia krte the...
do boond baarish ka chai k pyaale me girne se wo swaad badalna aaj b haseen lagta h
 wo geeli zulfon se tap tap do boond paani tapakna aaj bi dil me ek tarang bhar deta h...
wo sard hawaaein b aaj hamara kuch bigaad nai paati h....
 najaane kyu aaj bi sisakte un do haatho ko... hamaare do haath ki pakad se garmaaahat mil jaati h....
 
wo geeli geeli sadak pe nange paaon chalna aaj b acha lagta h...
 baarish me bheeg jaane ke baad ma ke haath ki garma garam chai peena aaj b acha lagta h...
 
 zindagi jaisi b ho.... achi lagne lagti h....
 jab aise palo se hum milte h roobaroo hote h....
 rukaawte kaisi b ho .... ek ek karke mitne lagti h...
doston samay zarur badal gya ho.... hum zaroor badal gye ho... sochne ki shamta zaroor badal gyi ho...
 par na badla h... na badlega un palon ka ehsaas....un palon k liye wo pyaar.
 jinki lakhon me se ek wajah h.....
 
(forwarded by a friend)

Monday, 15 October 2012

Jeena ha mujhe...

Jeena h mujhko...in lehro ki tarah...
Tufaan to udhte rhnge...mushkilo ki tarah...
Chubhnge kaante pairo me...uljhano ki tarah...
Jeena h mujhko...lehro ki tarah


Log aate rhenge...log jate rahenge...
Zindagi ki dagr pe muskurate rahenge
kuch rahenge sada dil k kareeb...kuch simat k dhundulate rahenge...

Rishto k bandhan...bandhenge sada...
Dil me sapne saje hai. Sajenge sada...
Jeena hai mujhko lehro ki tarah.

Friday, 12 October 2012

positively negative ;)

sometimes i wonder what IS wrong if someone considers the glass half empty...i guess being positive is the need of the hour...but atleast for me being cautious is equally important these days...
its not just about the impact of the new formula serials...like gumraah or crime patrol... but its about the normal life...the most difficuilt thing i found these days is to have a normal life...
havent these negative thoughts resulted into the bestest decisions in life...

in my IT language i will say...what will happen if people consider being positive a "must" condition...
people would have said,., ah be positive... your system will never crash...
being positive would have led to no backup....lolz

what if you considered that you will never get sick...there would have been no health insaurance. 

being "must" positive would have led to the situation...where just a small silly incident could break you...  
i guess the rough phase is the reason, so we enjoy the smooth phase...

secondly coming back to the normal thingy...
why are people so aloof these days?
why you dont like to spend your time with most of the people you have in your life?
why am i writing this...when i could just speak what i feel...can tell it to someone?

have you ever complained your parents that this world, these people, the current values and standards of living arent the one...they have prepared you for...they said be nice to people...they will reciprocate.
they said if someone is culprit,he will get punished himself...

atleast i am pretty much disturbed with the current picture of our social world...

have you ever heard someone saying...aah...i love shopping it relaxes me... or the guys saying,i am mad right now...and with this they just switch on tue tv...or whatever their favourite toy is...

have you ever asked yourself these questions?

why? why we need a virtual world when our real world could be amazingly beautiful and relaxing?

in the search for the independence our wings have stretched so far that we have forgot the charm of staying still...

Saturday, 6 October 2012

just a thought...

I guess the best thing i learned till today...is that - if you feel
bad...you have a war going on inside your head, you are not sure about
the next step you will take...or where your life is going...where you
will be , the very next day...or a week later or what you will do...So
what if sometimes you feel that things are wrong...nothing is working
out the way you suggested... still you will be fine...You will live by
all this...
many-many similar days are waiting for you...Big dreams and
even bigger problems are being positioned by the almighty , just to
add a little adventure...But you will live ...It will all be fine in
the end...

Just be yourself...and see how beautiful a person you are...
Just smile...may be just to practice it...

Because even if...today your smile is a little tired and sad...tomorrow it will be
happy...real and satisfying...
Life is not about a moment...or a
day...or a week...not even a year... Its about the whole...its about
you... :)
 

Saturday, 29 September 2012

do one thing-


Even if you were to study your own life in detail and relive each moment that you suffered, sweated and smiled beneath the sun, you would still never know exactly when you had been useful to someone else.
A life is never useless. Each soul that came down to Earth is here for a reason.
The people who really help others are not trying to be useful, but are simply leading a useful life. They rarely give advice, but serve as an example.
Do one thing: live the life you always wanted to live. Avoid criticising others and concentrate on fulfilling your dreams. This may not seem very important to you, but God, who sees all, knows that the example you give is helping Him to improve the world. And each day, He will bestow more blessings upon it.

Wednesday, 26 September 2012

lets go for a walk :)

for me...and for most of the people i know...the ultimate solution to all the problems of this stuupid life is
just one- lets go for a walk :)

no matter how busy you are...you can take time for a walk...if you don't want to confess that you are stressed...or even depressed...just give some health excuse.

:P

walking with someone...just doesn't mean to match your steps...but to live parallely for a while...
people consider it romantic...but its so much friendly...
:)

i still remember...when we have just stepped in our teens...there was a quote everywhere...on cards...posters...messages...

a husband is a person who walks ahead you...
a lover is the one who will follow you...
but the friend is the onluy one who will walk with you :)

sometimes i think so crazy we are...we are ourselves so emotional, romantic, poetic...but when someone says he like poetry...or someone sends a philosophical message, we are like... "GET A LIFE"
:P

sooooooooooooooo
keeping all this in mind...today i left from home...with my mom...
it was walk time :)

we were walking so slowly...as if crawling...but it seems so right.. :)
as if there are no worries...we know we have nothing to think about...nothing to work on...nothing to be worried about...until we reach home :)
















Friday, 14 September 2012

Let me breathe freely, the least I want...

Prologue: Sneha, A sweet innocent girl, who has recently joined a college for fulfilling her set of limited dreams...

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I entered home...my mom was in kitchen...
She called my name...but today for the first time in my life, i ignored her..i went directly in my room, bolting the door...i didn't have any courage left..tears started falling from my eyes...
I wanted to shout...i wanted to cry...but the only thing i could manage was a sob.
My father knocked on the door...i washed my face and opened the door.
Papa- 'why are you crying baby?, Its okay...you are at home...you are safe'. My sobs turned into cry.. mumma came in...she hugged me tightly...and said...'bacha you should have told us'

Only thing i could manage was a silent node in between my cries.

I can't even remember how long i have held these tears...so many days...weeks...months. It really appeared as an age.

The very first day in my new college...ragging period was still on...and it was totally fine...untill he came in my way...

I was late for my lecture...and suddenly a guy came in front of me...i was shocked...we almost collapsed.. I said sorry...but he just smiled and left..after the lecture when i was going to library...the same thing happened...this time i felt so weird and uncomfortable...but there was no crease on his forehead. It seemed that the guy is clear with his courses, although in the first place I made up my mind too- 'I hate this guy'

I ignored him...i stayed in groups all the time...
And then one day...after exam when i was leaving for home...my brother was coming to pick me up...i was talking to him...when suddenly someone held my hand...and turned me forcefully... With shocked eyes i saw him standing right in front of me.
He said'sneha,i am karan. And i like you. Give me your phone number'

Suddenly a lecturer was passing from there...and he left my hand. I ran...next day i got a call from him... And i was shocked...and then messages...i ignored and ignored...finally i changed my number. But the college drama was still on.
I didn't know what to do... I hate the guy...the way he said he likes me...as if i am just an asset he wanna have...and according to him...he will have.

Well i have many options... I can complaint to the college authorities, can inform my parents, my brother...but i didn't because my friend pooja told me that karan is the son of some politician. And i can't do anything...she told me to stay away from his way...until he got interested in someone new.
I stayed at home for a week ... I hated college... And then last week i got a call ...it was from him...he asked me why i am not attending college. I disconnected...and there was a queue of messages. 'he wanted to see me,talk to me'. I was scared and so angry...i was frustrated with his daily torture...i picked his call yesterday... he asked me to come to college the next day..and i did.

I entered college gate sharp at 9...and as expected he was waiting for me outside my class...
He asked me to go with him to cafeteria...i said no...say whatever you want to...i am listening.he forced...but i was like a stone now.
Finally he said-he likes me...and want to go out with me. And i said- why?

He said-because i like you.
I said-so?
He said- i like you...and you will be my girlfriend.
I said- but i don't like you...so its a clear no. And now don't make my life a torture.
( i was afraid...thinking about the acid  attacks and murders...i was half dead)
.he was turning into a zombie now...he was shouting-what do you think of yourself...who are you...
I said- i am just an average girl...trying to live my life...hiding my dreams behind these books,trying to be happy with the way i have to live...the way i have to dress...so that the guys don't look at us...as if doing an X-ray.trying not to laugh aloud...just to stay unnoticed...facing people like you each day...bearing this torture...when only thing i wanted to do is to slap right in your face...but i don't because i don't know who you are...i know you can hurt me...and my family...but the last thing i could ever want is the threat on my family... So i chose the path you showed...you took my words,my voice... Atleast let me breathe now.

And suddenly my teacher came...he asked him to leave...and called my father..and i ran...

And now sitting here in my mother's arms...she is trying to console me...

Wiping my tears...i said-papa please...i want to study please papa...it won't happen again...please.
Papa-you are not going anywhere now...stay at home. Your brother will go with you for your finals.

And i just went for a shower...and when after an hour i came to the living room...we all know...nothing happened.

Life,sometimes, has its own ways for everything.

Tuesday, 4 September 2012

my latest crush.. :P

This post is a part of the contest at BlogAdda.com in association with Snapdeal.com

well, truely speaking i am thankful to snapdeal.com for showing me...how amazing it is to shop...well, living in a small city where you have a limited no of shops, out of which your parents suggest a few for you...its really really difficuilt for you to shop what you really want...okay, we get what we need but in most of the cases its not what we wanted...

have done my graduation living in hostel in a much bigger city...well, not a metro city but it workrd well, i got the access to VARIETIES. but soon after finishing my college i was departed back to my home town...lolz...

frankly, i love my hometown, but sometimes, we need to pay for things we love.


due to the limited stack here, i hated to shop, so even after college i asked my mother and elder sister to shop for me...and most of the times it worked...but as i said, i got what i needed but not what i wanted.


thanx to my college mates, i got an addiction...."READING NOVELS"

it was like my bread and butter, so when i couldn't get it in my city, i asked people for options...like my delhi-hite friend to courier the novels for me....
and one day i came to know abut this online shopping thing, and i immediately got a new account and got online banking activated. and since then, i deposit a good part of my pocket money and then my salary to that account...and i was on cloud seven...
and then, it was my hobby to search foor new authors, new creations and everything....and then one day...i found a classy, elagant and beautiful silver bangle...on snapdeal.com, i didn't cost me much....around one-third of a novel's price, so, i thought why shouldn't i take a shot????
and with a few clicks and a few day's patience, it came to me, at my doorstep...
and i was so scared... i didn't wanted to be called a stupid, for ordering without actually trying something...(you can say virtually) it was just about 135 rs... but meant so much to me... but when i tried....wow....i love it.

my first online shopping. :)


and now, i am that much addicted to online shopping that my novels library must be jealous of my wardrobe :P


well, the best things about these sites- these provide you with a wide range of options, that may confuse you...but at least everyone has something( prices and sizes), secondly these are pretty safe, the packaging these people provide along with "track your order facility" its worth a shot....and thirdly return policy, where else can you be so free to shop??"

well there's one more point- COD-"CASH ON DELIVERY" but i won't say anything about that, because we didn't have this facility here till now :(.
so...its really worth a shot :)


just one thing left-"haven't tried footwears till now"

but thanx to these trustworthy sites, i am gonna try them soon. :)
so, thanku snapdeal, flipkart, shopnineteen,jabong, infruit...everyone...

people try and try....there is nothing to loose :)

:)

Thursday, 30 August 2012

welcome to our world...


Welcome my princess... To our world...to your world...
Taking you in my arms...is the best thing i have ever done in my life. Its the feeling that has no comparison... A sweet ,little, beautiful life in my arms... These small beautiful eyes...these small sweet-cute hands... I puposely tickle on your palm...so that you hold my hand...and the way your small finger wrap around my finger it seems that i got all the happiness of this world... But you know what my baby...i want this happiness for you...when you cry...i can do anything-anything i could to make you smile again...
When you are asleep... I want to see your eyes... The way your lips curl to smile the way you cry..that my favourite sweet little noise... And when you are awake...i want to see that calm little angel sleeping peacefully...

now people are saying bad stuff about having a girl... But you must know my baby...they are all stupid...
They don't know how special you are...my doll... Your mom and your grandmothers are also women...and they are the reason we live :)
we are so proud of you my baby... And i want you to be proud of your papa.


With all my love,
papa.





yesterday i got this message...
i hope you people will like it too.
A couple made a deal the night on their wedding to NOT open the door of their room to anybody who comes knocking in the morning for any reason.

In the morning the parents of the husband came & knocked on the door, the husband and the wife were looking at each other & as they agreed before , they didn't open the door.

After a while the parents of the bride came knocking at the door to check on them, the couple were looking at each other , then the bride dropped a tear and started crying , she said : "I cannot keep them knocking & not open the door, I miss them already"

The husband didn't say anything & he let her open the door for her parents.

Years passed & the couple had 5 children, the first ones were boys & the 5th was a little girl.

When she was born the father was extremely happy that god has blessed him with her, & he made a celebration for her in grand style, people were so amazed with his joy & his happiness that they asked him, why are you so happy with her more than you were before with her older brothers?

He answered simply: "She is the one who will open the door for me"

Baby girls are the comfort of the eyes of their father...

They hold the key to their mothers hearts...

Daughters are really unique. They care for their parents even after they are married...

You don't simply hear of daughters abusing their parents...


:)

Monday, 27 August 2012

feelings on stake, but for what...an illusion???

yesterday my sister asked me- why i haven't written a proper end for my story-"i think, i just got lucky"??
and i replied-"shalini and avinash have exchanged their email-ids, now there's no need to take it any  further..."




It really speaks the truth of today, seriously, the on-line thing has become the on-life thing...
if you have someone's id...you can contact them...and once the person got your message...there is no stop....
ids to phone numbers, numbers to dates...is just a matter of few weeks...or if you are flirt enough...just a few days may work.



have seen it so many times, you met a guy online for the first time, by any means...you were classmates, have a common friend...or even if you don't know them...
    there's a huge population of guys...saying this... even in your first chat...

"TRUST ME! "


What a joke...



today while surfing net for the pictures for my next post, i saw this lone...the one have posted first...a hand having the bouquet......coming out of screen,
and then this pic...
i still remember the day, when i have seen this movie...not because it was good( which it was), not even because of the storyline( which is really a must watch) but because, it was the movie, that has affected me so deeply...
i am myself a dreamer, and i respect people in love...i agree that love has no boundaries...you may fall for anyone...so what...if you haven't seen the person, what has love got to do with looks???
there may be so many things that you don;t like about him/her...so what??? compromising happily is the other name of love.

i know...i know... "love is not about finding the similarities, but about respecting the differences.
but you know what...your feelings and emotions are really precious, so,just take out an hour and half...for yourself...before making someone the part and parcel of your life... 
David Schwimmer is one of my favourite actors...and he is the director of this movie... and truely-truely i am thankful to him, on behalf of all the girls, for making this movie,



Is there is an Internet active young person in your life that you care about? If so, Trust should probably be on their list of movies to see. 


Storyline-
A suburban family is torn apart when fourteen-year-old Annie (Liana Liberato) meets Charlie, a high school volleyball player from California, in a chat room. Charlie and Annie begin sharing photos, texts, tips on how Annie can make the team, et cetera. Annie, like so many young girls, begins quite an infatuation with Charlie. She then learns he lied about his age. He's really a 20-year-old. Then he lies again. He's really a 25-year-old. And guess what? He lied again..  Shocked into disbelief, her parents (Clive Owen and Catherine Keener) are shattered by their daughter's actions and struggle to support her as she comes to terms with what has happened to her once innocent life.

.click here to watch the trailer of the movie-TRUST



yes love is the most wonderful feeling in this world...the talks, the affection, seriously the starting of a relation is always breath-taking.... but is it really worth it???
think about it....

talking about this,i remember...a few days back...have read someone's status on facebook...it was -"Dear Social networks, happy that people are indebted to you for creating a virtual charismatic world,you are as good as food to them, but you teach to do social, not to be social.."
aren't we stepping away and away from our real lives, towards an illusion???


no matter we accept or not, there are a number of  negative effects that an online predator has on a person, or his family.

Comeback...

Well its never easy, but see here i am. I have been away from my blog for so long, can't really remember when i actually wrote 2 posts...