Wo raha us kone me jhank raha bahar us khirk se, ate jate gadiyon ko.

Maine puchha: kya hua yanha kya kar rahe ho akele , aaj khelne nahi jana kya? Nahi bas un hi, mann nahi kar raha.

Uski yaad a rahi hai kya? Humn, usne dheere se kaha.

Maine kaha : koi nahi, aur bhi to dost hain na, dekho us makan me neye uncle-aunti ayen hai, unke do bache hain, ek to tumhare hi class me padhti hai.

Usne meri taraf dekha, aur fir se bahar dekhne laga.

Maine kaha: tum to hamesha us se ladte rahete the, aur kitno dino se to us se baat nahi kara rahe the, tumne hi to kahte the, wo achh hai nahi tumhare sath khelne nahi ati, ab kya hua.

Usne kuchhh nahi bola… maine fir se puchha, bolo to kya hua. wo jate waqt bhi ladke hi gayee, usne kaha she hates me, maine itna sorry kaha usne kuchh nahi suna.

Main uske ghar pe bhi gaya, uske liye smoshe le ke magar usne to dhang se bat bhi nahi kara mujh se. mujhe gussa nahi ata kya. Pata nahi kya samjhti hai khud ko. Ab aur main kya karta. Wo itne ghusse me thi ki main bol nahi paya kuchh, Khadusni ne movie bhi nahi dekhne diya, bolti hai use padhna hai...
humn, achha achha to sari galti ussi ki hain na?? tum to sabse achhe ho!! jarur tumne kuchh kaha ho ga ya kya hoga, tumhe main achhi tarah janti hun, bolte waqt kuchh sochte ho kya?? I said sarcastically.
hain to maine sorry to bola na itni baar,  wo to mujhe janti hai na main aisa hi huin, aur main uske ghar bhi to gaya... main bhi to use hamesha maaf kardeta tha na, wo to mere se kitne bure se pes aati rahti thi, pahle to bhut achhi thi, ab to mere sath khelne bhi nahi aati thi.

Main kaha: Humn, chal chhoro jane do na, wo gandi hai ...to achha hai na wo chali gayee.

usne kuchh jabab nahi diya, bas dekhta raha, road pe ate jate un gadiyon ko... sahi hai har chejon ko kud se saljhna karna aur nikalna, use hi to anubhav kahte hain sayad.

-to be continued   ...

My deeds could be callous and hurting you,
My words might sound irritating and meaningless to you
But my intention was always clear to me - Not to lose you.

I know Silence is more eloquent than words…but then, I wish u could see that sm1’s Ego couldn’t defy its heart and he burst out, just by seeing you once after a long.

I am only responsible of making my own mess, no one else; It isn't “fear of losing You” but The "Fear" itself. My thought itself is the creator of my illusion, no one else...

A moment of suffocation...

yet another sleepless night for him, again everything got unwrapped, a uncontrolled mind full of past thoughts...
it was all well and good until she got into his way again all of sudden, by the time he could see and control himself, she waved her hand and he couldn't resist to ignore and ran to her for another mockery. ha ha. he looked back whether it was for him or someone else. then finally he realized that someone else is in front of him only as she got busy with him, her new intimacy but he was not surprised as he knew her and was sure well in advance when she use to tell about him as a good and better understanding guy. well that's good He, as always unbothered. she being so formal and he being so unwillingly blunt. As she didn't care to introduce and continued with him, he felt ignored. he stepped back feeling suffocated and desperately praying for cab to come and finally it came and he jumped in n dipped himself in book, in his hand. as the cab started he realized she couldn't get in as it got full, a sudden pain and anger ran into his body for forgetting the cutesy that resulted in compulsion of sending sorry message... he left the place but couldn't leave his emotion there and carried it to his room, God knows how long it will last this time... and how irritating it will be for her...
kal Koi tha yanhi ab koi bhi nahi... Tanhayeee milon hai tanhayee

Relationship...

Each relationship is a mirror; it reveals your identity to you.

It has to be understood that love in itself, or just having a relationship with someone, is not going to give you happiness, unless you bring happiness with you.

Love needs two things; it has to be rooted in freedom and it has to know the art of trust.

Interpretations...

There is always a little truth behind
"mazak kr raha tha..." -a little emotions behind.
"mujhe koi farak nai padta..." -a little pain behind !
"its ok..." -a little need behind !
"Pata nhi..." -a lot of words behind "silence" So try 2 understand d feelings & not d words...

Love and lust
In few days I am getting married and i was disturbed, sympathetic and sorry for my friend who says "he loves me" but i don't/cant. now sometimes i also feel guilt to let it happened which i could avoid early but didn't do becoz of the intimacy got developed as i found easy going with him . now as my date is coming nearer he is doing/trying all shorts of things to prove his love and i started feeling bad for that then finally i got message "OK, u wanna marry him? GO but i want to sleep with you for one night".Now i am calm and relaxed.
but then a thought got emanated in my mind. Recognizing a true love would be more easier if our society could be open society, we could avoid Love & Lust encapsulation :)

jism ki baat nahi thi, unke dil tak jana tha
lambi doori taiy karne me, waqt to lagta hai...

keeping a friend...

When she was eleven years old, Anita went to her mother to complain.
“I can’t manage to have friends. They all stay away from me because I’m so jealous.”

Her mother was taking care of newly-born chickens, and Anita held up one of them, which immediately tried to escape.
The more the girl squeezed it in her hands, the more the chicken struggled.

Her mother said: “try holding it gently.”
Anita obeyed her. She opened her hands and the chicken stopped struggling.
She began to stroke it and the chicken cuddled up between her fingers.

“Human beings are like that too,” said her mother. “If you want to hold onto them by any means, they escape. But if you are kind to them, they will remain for ever by your side.”

So what u wanna do...??

“You can shed tears that she is gone,
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her only that she is gone,
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what she'd want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.” -curtsey Internet

Why God Saved Anna Hazare...

Hazare’s transformation began in 1964 at a Delhi railway station bookstall after he bought a book on Swami Vivekananda's life.

Ralegaon’s self-help efforts are not always looked upon kindly. Once, after the villagers decided they wanted a high-school and constructed a 10-room building themselves, the government refused to provide money for running it. Anna soon discovered the reason: a powerful local politician, annoyed because he’d received no votes in Ralegaon in a recent election, was taking revenge.

Hazare, however, was undeterred. He hired ten teachers, offering them free food and housing in lieu of wages, and got the school going. Then he systematically began to lobby officials both at district headquarters in Ahmadnagar and at the state secretariat in Bombay, 350 kilometres away.

To keep expenses down during his Bombay trips, Hazare slept on newspapers spread out on bus station floors, and bathed in the sea. But for one year, despite 20 visits to Bombay and innumerable more to Ahmadnagar, nothing happened. “Finally,” Hazare says, “I decided I’d had enough.” He descended on Ahmadnagar’s Zilla Parishad office one morning with 250 villagers and announced that they were all going on a hunger strike. Within hours, officials in Bombay sent an assurance that the money would be made available.

Today the school is run on military lines. “That’s where I learnt some discipline,” says Hazare. Students have to jog and exercise daily, and take extra courses in English which, insists Hazare who knows very little of the language himself, “is essential to understand modern science.”

Hazare has tried to modernize age-old social customs too. The Ralegaon Tarun Mandal organizes group marriages thrice a year. Nobody has to spend more than Rs1000; poor families don’t have to pay anything at all. Ralegaon group weddings have become so popular that even girls from neighbouring villages are sometimes married off there.

Untouchability, too, is beginning to lose its force in Ralegaon. Today, the village’s Harijans share the community water tanks with caste Hindus and eat with them at the group marriages. At the village’s annual cattle festival, it’s been a convention to give a Harijan’s bullocks pride of place.

All such progress, Hazare believes, must be based on a deep religious faith. Today, as in the very beginning, the village temple is the heart of Hazare’s movement. Anna himself lives there, in a small room cluttered with files and documents. All day long, the temple is crowded with people attending prayer sessions, religious discourses, and meetings.

The changes in Ralegaon have stimulated people in neighbouring areas to do something about their villages, too. Raghunath Thange, 29, gave up his headmaster’s job at a high school near Ahmadnagar and is now engaged in closing down distilleries in villages. “We’re following in Anna’s footsteps,” he says. “Thanks to him we know what to do.”

Anna wants a lot more for Ralegaon including industries that will keep Ralegaon’s educated youths from leaving the village. As always, he rarely has a spare moment, especially with people from other villages coming to him constantly to discuss their problems or to invite him to address public functions. While I was with him two Muslims youths from neighbouring Sirur town wanted him to talk at a meeting celebrating the Prophet’s birthday. Anna accepted readily. When they left he told me, “I don’t know much about the Prophet, but I’ll give them my message—that to change our nation we have to change our villages, and to do that we have to change ourselves.”

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Y a monk sold his Ferrari...

There is a sense of feeling "of Being" without any interference of our thoughts, just being and then a smile comes on your face. hard do describe,
its like the feeling when we woke up Saturday morning but lying on bed with content as we don't have to go to office. or a kind of feeling we get when catch the morning bus and take half an hour before we reach the office.

Every interaction with this outside world is like ripples created by the stone in the calm pond (mind). and the weird thing is we get lost in that ripples.
something cause anger, something cause sadness, something cause love or happiness and we keep moving to and fro between these feeling(ripples).
and even when we are not interacting just sitting our thoughts gives me those feelings and I am lost :(.
but the moment we come out of all those feelings(cause by external world/thoughts) then that feeling is what we say feeling of "Being" or content and once you get the glimpse of that feeling by anyway you will always see misery in this world and will carry the temptation of that feeling and that's where you have stepped into the escalator you will have the feeling of uniqueness in you always.
Until then we live a compulsive life, a influenced life, you say bad i get hurt, you say good i am happy, you get more salary then me,i get hurt, i say congratulations but i am jealous of your boyfriend/girlfriend, he he. few people i say friends bcoz i admire them n they admire me blindly even if i am wrong he he rest all are against me and i have to prove them (wo kahete hain na, If you are not with me, YOU are against me )and we work really hard and prove one by one but in all this we get lost and gradually go far away to our self(the being).

"I am not with you just becoz I am with myself dear:), not against you..."

I born alone, I live alone, I die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that I am not alone.But its fact that I am alone

It is far better to be alone than to wish you were and Being alone is not lonely...

Love & pray but dont worry...

Love, Worry and Prayer go side by side…
As Fear of Losing the diamond comes with moment you get, that’s worry.
We love so we pray, its true love so its been heard.
But you just need my prayer n you left me alone with my love and worry that’s not fair...

Mending wall...

Each time I try to mend a wall between you and me
A black cloud comes and rains down, it makes me wet n i feel cold, I start crying.
seeing this all a silent breeze comes and says she is still there for you
And then I move a brick to see u and the wet wall falls down.
You turn back and see me crying, you try to come but its bricks got mound.
You try to climb but you slip all down…
You got up again but by seeing you in pain I forgot my pain..
and i laugh to cheer but you get hurt thinking I laughed at you :(
You turned back again leaving me numb
and I again start mending that wall between you and me...

"Unke dekhe se, jo aa jaati hai muh par raunak
wo samjhte hain ki beemar ka haal achha hai"
"dekhiaye pate hai kusaak buton se kya faiz
ek barhman ne kaha hai ke ye saal achha hai"
"humko malum hai jannat ki haqikat lekin
dil ko khush rakhne ko ye khayal achha hai"

Misspelled Feminism…

Few weeks back I was reading an article on Feminism As we approached International Women’s Day.
Feminism! A vague term, simply means “women are equal to men” And feminist is one who stands for it and supports equal economic, social and political rights for women, as for men.
Thanks to all from Rani of Jhansi to Shabana Azmi or Oprah Winfrey in today’s times, who are considered as feminists.
Women are the most wonderful creation by God and they are base of our society. A woman is a better conservator, better preserver and a better future. A woman’s method of working is far more inclusive and that is what the world needs today —to be more inclusive. And so I see women have greater responsibility on their shoulder for building a better society.
But no matter how much national movement and women librations activity we do unless it comes individual person and their mindset its not gonna work as we all charity should begin at home :)
When I see people or better I say parents around me, I see a prejudice and bigotries. They talk about equality but quite hesitant when it really comes to them. The parents having no son speaks more about may be because they have no choice :)
But they are not alone responsible for this our generation is also equally responsible if on the name of freedom and feminism they also started enjoying late night parties like boys, our upcoming generation is on stack and that is what we can observe when we see developed country like US or our own metropolitan cities. Example Split villa, emotional atayachar etc
Freedom or equality doesn’t mean we stop teaching them about our culture and that those women should not consider maternity, motherhood and household work as a burden. That is our privilege, a source of power as the next generation is in our domain. For a better society we need a better family and any better family needs a better mother.:) A man is just a facilitator and a follower. he he

It is tragic that all across the world young women are deliberately being brainwashed to despise marriage and motherhood. Feminism promises a career, freedom and money; but in reality, it's a dead-end of loneliness, heartache and bitter regret . . .
http://www.jesus-is-savior.com/Evils%20in%20America/Feminism/ruined_her_life.htm 

"A woman has to hold and correct a Man not to follow him on the name of equality and feminism for a better and loving world…:)"


(Aap ke aane se ghar mein kitni raunak hai
Aap ko dekhe kabhi apne ghar ko dekhe hum...-Ek Rishta}

The lure "to be noticed..."

Lying on the bed tired enough to get a sleep then suddenly a thought came into my mind to check “if anyone has cared to leave a comment on my photos?” and finally my anxiety gets better of me and I switch on my lappy and got lost in that world of Like n Comments…
Such is the lure “to be noticed” that everyone, from celebrities, reality show contestant to a regular office or college goer is filled with n trying every trick to stay in circulation.
This is the reason any kind of reality shows is flourishing like anything, it makes people popular. People are not interested in known by their quality but their effort of publicity.
Time was when being polite and reserved were highly sought after qualities like sachin or A r rahman. Cut to the present, to brazen generation, the more in the face you are better are your chances of getting noticed.
Quite often, when I go out on some trip, I see people so busy in posing themselves to get photos to update it on the facebook or orkut rather sitting for a while quietly and enjoying the beauty of nature. And then in a group of those smart kids by mistake if u say u don’t have face book account, you are outcaste and should be ashamed off… ha ha.
A wonderful incident happened recently, one friend of mine ready for marriage got a girls proposal through family and he had no problem until he asked for the facebook a/c which she didn’t have the whole perception changed so if you are not on facebook and your pictures are not on it, your marriage doesn’t exist. He he
Gone are those when you are committed to some private friends and meet sometimes and talk f ace to face and laughing on jokes and witness their facial expressions, now its just your profile that defines your character not the real you.
From posting embarrassing videos online to settling scores publicly, everyone suddenly wants to reach out even if no one’s listening.
We inherently as human beings were born voyeurs. Our acute interest in others affairs has made way to a lot of performers, the kind that loves to create a spectacle of themselves.
Entertainment for some and a cheap gimmick for the rest, in the race to be different, no one is spared. The admirers do come along, but an honest relationship becomes a distant dream.
But let’s hope that this form of self-advertising trend will slowly fade.


“Kakhi to yun hoga, tum yaad karoge hame khud k hone ke liye,
na ki jo hum the jamane ke liye...:

Muskurawo tum

ye kis pyari hifazat ho befikri ki halat hai,
badi majbut banhon me ho suraj ki hararat hai,
tumhare vaste toofan sahe len, muskurawo tum,
jiwo har lamha tumko jindgi pine ki adat hai...

Happy Valentine Day

I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me.
Love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person.
Love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of.
Love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.

The day

The heart filled with love and affection for those who couldn’t response becoz sms is costly as it smartness :( and to prove again that it’s not you and a Bag with a gift for those who don’t have time to meet.
A realization: “We seek love of those who don’t care for you but ignore of those who seek the same from you”
Love in Ignorance is always bliss but intentional ignorance of someone’s love is a sin.

Kisi Pehchan Ki Nazar Se Yahan, Asal Chehray Kahan Guzartay Hain ,
Zindagi Mein Tamam Cheezoon Ko, Hum Faqat Farz Hi To Kartay Hain !!