हुयी आँख नम और दिल मुस्कुराया

हुयी आँख नम और दिल मुस्कुराया : साथी (1991 )

Marriage

When I got home that night as my wife (Priya) served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the spoon and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Radhika. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Radhika.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son (Akshay) had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Radhika about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside
the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Radhika, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Radhika, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Radhika seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, "I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart".

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.

...The times You Lived On Those Big Lies Were The Only Times You Lived!

Life Has Never Promised You Anything... Nor has God.. But People Did..
Some said they will never leave you.. Lie
Some said they will love you till death.. Lie
Some said you are the most precious one.. Lie
Life is made of such sweet Lies... All that matters is, How You Faced the time you Finally Realized Those were just Lies...
We may ask "wouldn't life be much better without these lies?"

But In Truth, The times You Lived On Those Big Lies Were The Only Times You Lived - !

यादों की पहेली को कुछ इस तरह सुलझाओ...

यादों की पहेली को
कुछ इस तरह सुलझाओ
बूझो तो बूझ जाओ
वरना भुलाते जाओ

तुमने भुला दिया है
इतना यकीन है पर
मैंने भुला दिया है
इसका यकीं दिलाओ

मुझे छोड़ के गए तुम
सब ले गए थे क्यूँ तुम
इतना रहम तो कर दो
इक घाव छोड़ जाओ

कुछ नफरतें पड़ी हैं
कहीं पे तुम्हारे घर में
मेरा है वो सामां तुम
वापस मुझे दे जाओ

मेरा ग़म का खज़ाना है
तेरे पास मुस्कराहट
अपना जो है ले जाओ
मेरा जो है दे जाओ

A letter.....

It’s a story of a Brahmin gal who loved a non-Brahmin and due to father’s compulsion married a Brahmin guy and leading a perfect life with little happiness!!


(Some tamil words included)…



Dearest Appa,



27th Jan’1965



Hope this letter finds you, Amma, Raji and Seenu in good health. The weather here in New York City is icy cold. But Avar sollraar- I have missed this winter’s biting cold. I still wish I had seen the snow… But then, I still wish I had not left Trichy at all. I do miss Trichy, Appa. You, Amma, Raji, Seenu, pakkatthaathu Rama, Vikatan,Ucchi Pillaiyaar Koil, filter coffee, Holy Cross College, the Maths Department and of course Sakthi. I know you wish I hadn’t brought his name in this letter.But not to worry Appa, I understand that you got me married to Visu because you thought it was best for your daughter.



I still remember Amma wiping her silent tears with her madisaar thalappu and you shouting at me the day I told you about Sakthi.Later, when the initial shock wore off you patiently listed umpteen reasons why I should not marry Sakthi. I agree Appa, that 20 is too young to decide, that Raji and Seenu would have been affected greatly by my ‘mistake’, the Agrahaaram would have scoffed at you… a meat eater was not a good match for someone who had never even tasted onion and garlic. The reasons were innumerous. I knew you’d still have objected and offered other reasons even if he had become a Dhigambara monk.



Visu on the other hand, wore a poonal, he is the son of Neelakanta Sastri, an Engineer and he researched about computers which is what made you jump for this alliance. Am not complaining Appa, Visu is a nice man. Tell Amma that I could not try her kozhakkattai recipe this Pongal because coconuts were too expensive and Avar nenacchar that it was ridiculous.



Anyway, we went out on Sankaranthi day and dined out. He thought it would be a good idea to invite the Chatterjees also. But I didn’t speak Bengali and Mrs.Chatterjee spoke English in an accent that comes with living years in America. Hence I made myself busy with the menu card. They ordered various species of fish,shrimp and a lot more of items I had never seen in my life. I ordered orange juice and a sandwich. The other diners thought it was queer coming to a seafood restaurant and settling for a sandwich. That day, I learnt that Avar prefer pannradhu beef, pork, bacon and seafood.



Do you know, Appa… Sakthi gave up meat because of me? I didn’t ask, he just did. But then, Sakthi is not Neelakanta Sastri’s son and that made it imposible for Subramania Iyer’s daughter Kalyani to marry him.I will keep you posted on what happens here. I don’t think I can make it to Seenu’s Upanayanam. Tell Amma not to get me a pattu podavai for the poonal, I don’t use them here. I wore it once and felt like a clown here.



Your loving daughter,



Kalyani.







Dearest Appa,



20th Oct’1968



We are fine here. Gautam is speaking his first words and I swear they sounded like ‘Dosai’. But Visu claims it’s just gibberish. From your previous letter, I gather that pakkathatthu Rama is married and



settled in Jamshedpur. Nice to know that. Please find out her address from Saarada maami and write it to me. I want to keep in touch with her. I hope Raji is happy with her husband in Madras. I spoke to her last month, great to know that she has a phone. Do tell Seenu to study well and prepare for his school final exams.



Raji also told me that Sakthi is married now. I wish him good luck, but I could not convey the message to him. Raji refused to be the messenger and I know you have severed ties with Sakthi’s father, your long term friend Sankaravel, thanks to me. I hear his wife is his cousin… He must have succumbed to his mother’s wishes.



How did Avani Avittam go? Visu’s mother gave me a bunch of new poonals for Avani Avittam but Visu was in Boston that day. He wouldn’t have used it anyway, I haven’t seen him wear one in the last three years. Gautam is now playing with the spool of thread- mere thread it is, what else can I call it? Gautam will not even know what it signifies, I guess.



Visu is making sure Gautam grows up listening to English only. He says it will make his life easier. But I do read out passages from Ponniyin Selvan and Bharathiyaar’s poetry when I am alone with him. It’s more of reading to myself, I guess. I actually got that poetry book as a present from Sakthi, it still has his scrawling signature in the first page.







By the way, Visu saw that book and asked me about Sakthi, I told him. Hold your breath Appa, he didn’t throw me out of the house. He is a good man, no question. He said it is okay and that he doesn’t mind. And then he told me of his American girlfriend whom he was once in love with, when he first reached America- Amy, a fellow Researcher who was in a brief relationship with Visu when she was in New York. They lived together for 3 months and decided against marriage, somehow. Amy once dropped home when she was in New York. Nice lady, she was.



Ask Amma to send me Sambar Podi for this whole year. My friend Sudha is coming to Madras next week. Ask Seenu to catch the Rockfort Express and give it to her. I will collect it from her here.



Your loving daughter,



Kalyani.







Dearest Appa,



3rd June’1974







We have arrived here safely. After two months in India, I find it hard to adjust back to normal life here. Gautam and Ranjana demand vadai,paayasam and vaazhai ilai here. Visu’s relieved to be back in



America. I left a set of my books there. If it’s not in Trichy it must be in Visu’s parents’ place. If you find them, safeguard them until my next trip. They mean a lot to me since they were gifts from Sakthi. By the way, Appa, I found out Sakthi’s present address in Madras from Rama and Saarada maami. I wrote to him. I am extremely proud to know that Dr.Sakthivel is a cardiologist much in demand there in Madras. He was thrilled to hear from me after so long. You know what he has named his daughters? Kalyani and Raagamaalika. He called me. You know what, he’s still a practising vegetarian, Appa. He didn’t revert back just because he lost me… He asked me if I still sang and whether Gautam and Ranjana could sing. I could see a proud father in him, when he claimed his daughters could sing upto Rara Venu Gopala. That’s when I remembered that I was once a good singer. I wonder why I stopped singing, wonder why I never exposed the kids to Music and Dance. But then, I realize that I had buried all that deep inside me when I left Trichy; after bidding farewell to my best Rasika, actually. Sakthi. After the call, I tried singing ’Kurai Onrum Illai’. I could not rquite reach Charanam, because of the lack of practice and more importantly because of the tears that filmed my eyes and the constriction in my throat. I sang to Visu and the kids one of these days. Though Gautam was impressed, father and daughter could not just wait for me to finish! By the way, next time some friend comes to India, send me a Sruthi Box. I would like to start singing again.



Your loving daughter,



Kalyani.



Dearest Appa,



14th Aug 1978



Just back after our tour to California. Find our photos, picture postcards attached herewith. After you are done with showing all family members,relatives, friends and neighbours, pass them to Visu’s parents. It was a welcome break for the four of us. But I missed my paattu class students all along and was happy to resume the classes again last evening. Did I mention in my previous letter, before we left on the tour - I finally got my driving license here. I sent a few photos to Sakthi too. He has sent me quite a few records and cassettes. I loved it! I’m reminded of AIR, almost! I’m circulating them among my friends too. And of course, playing them for my students too. They are picking up beautifully. Funny news is, I, a Tamilian, is teaching Telugu and Sanskrit kritis to a cross section of Tamil, Malayalam, Kannada,Telugu, Marathi, Bengali students in an English speaking nation. The music sessions have resulted in a reborn Kalyani, Appa. Thanks to Sakthi, really. I would have never taken it up had it not been for his reminder. I am now thinking of what life would have been like if I had indeed married him. I would have of course lost you and Amma. But right now, with this life in America, Visu and these monthly letters to you, Rama, Raji and Seenu what have i gained? I don’t find an answer, Appa. Neither do I think I ever will. Again, as I have always reiterated, Visu is a good man, no complaints there. He is every bit the son in law you wanted. Researcher, American Post-Graduate Degree holder, a dutiful husband and father,earning a comfortable income. I know it is too much to ask for anything else. That is a fantasy I left midway in my life… Once upon a time in Trichy with someone else.







Your loving daughter,



Kalyani.







Dearest Appa,



14th Apr’1984



Met Dr.Sakthivel after 19 years… He had come to New York for business purposes and paid me a visit. Visu and the kids welcomed him home with great pleasure. And they liked him too. Infact, they did most of the talking initially. And of course, he got me a whole load of books, cassettes, Mysore Paak and lots more. Your loving daughter,



Kalyani.







Dearest Appa,



20th Jan’ 1990



I just went through all these letters lying in my closet draw for years together. These are letters I started writing to you and then decided not to post. For obvious reasons. I could not mention Sakthi to you even though I was itching to. Not because I was afraid to invite your wrath. I just did not have the heart to hurt you, I know these letters would have hurt you. Because deep inside, I know you were disturbed- you knew Sakthi was a good man, you knew he was a man of substance, yet you didn’t want to go further. Society, I know. ..Family… I know… And all these letters would have only wounded you more.Today, 2 years after your death, and 6 months after Dr.Sakthivel’s untimely death in a road accident, I somehow felt like re-reading all these letters. To me, all these unstamped, unposted letters mean a life that could have been. Kalyani Viswanathan.

Grenade - Bruno Mars

Easy come, Easy go
That's just how you live oh
Take, take, take it all
But you never give

Should of known,
You was trouble
From the first kiss
Had your eyes wide open,
Why were they open? (Oh)
Gave you all I had
And you tossed it in the trash
You tossed it in the trash, you did
To give me all your love is all I ever asked,
Cause what you don't understand is
I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah)
You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby;
But you won't do the same

No, no, no, no
Black, black, black and blue beat me till I'm numb
Tell the devil I said “hey” when you get back to where you're from
Mad woman, bad woman,
That's just what you are, yeah,
You’ll smile in my face then rip the breaks out my car
Gave you all I had
And you tossed it in the trash

You tossed it in the trash, yes you did
To give me all your love is all I ever asked
Cause what you don't understand is
I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah)
You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby;
But you won't do the same

If my body was on fire, ooh
You’ d watch me burn down in flames
You said you loved me you're a liar
Cause you never, ever, ever did baby...
But darling I’ll still catch a grenade for ya
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah)
You know I'd do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh

I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby;
But you won't do the same.
No, you won’t do the same,
You wouldn’t do the same,
Ooh, you’ll never do the same,
No, no, no, no

Mine Again (Black Lab)

There's a place I used to go
There's a world I used to know
There was a light and it was you
Every word I say is true
I say -

Every day I will wait - till you’re mine again
I will die every day - till you’re mine again
There’s no words to explain - no beginning and no end
I will dream, I will pray - you’ll be mine again

I can see you dressed in red
All the secret things you said
Lying barefoot in the grass
Now my heart is in your hands
Your hands -

Every day I will wait - till you’re mine again
I will die every day - till you’re mine again
There’s no words to explain - no beginning and no end
I will dream, I will pray - you’ll be mine again

It's just time that runs between us
It's the ocean underneath us
It's the picture that won't fade away

Every day I will wait - you’ll be mine again
Brings me close to the day - you’ll be mine again
There’s no words to explain - no beginning and no end
I will dream, I will pray - you’ll be mine again.

आज का इंसान [by Ankita Jain]

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Bin Tum Gumsum Hone Lage (Dus Kahaniyaan)

Aankhon Mein Intezar Ke,
Badal Baras Gaye.
Aankhon Mein Intezar Ke,
Badal Baras Gaye
Hum Dekhne Ko Aap Ka,
Chehra Taras Gaye.
Bin Tum Gumsum Hone Lage
Jaane Kis Duniya Mein Khone Lage
Bin Tum Gumsum Hone Lage
Jaane Kis Duniya Mein Khone Lage
Aankho Mein Intezaar Ke,
Badal Baras Gaye
Resham Se Dil Ke Ye Rishte
Rishto Ki Nazuk Dor
Is Dor Pe Jaane Jaana
Chalta Nahi Koi Zor
Tujhe Dhoonti Hai Nazrein
Zara Saamne To Aa
Bebas Hai Dil Ye Mera
Dil Thamne To Aa
Saare Jahaan Mein Tum
Hamein Tanha Sa Kar Gaye
Bin Tum Gumsum Hone Lage,
Jaane Kis Duniya Mein Khone Lage
Bin Tum Gumsum Hone Lage,
Jaane Kis Duniya Mein Khone Lage
Aankho Mein Intezaar Ke
Badal Baras Gaye
Bheegi Bheegi Lagti Hai Raatein
Dilbar Teri Yaad Mein
Tu Hi Chhupa Rehta Hai Shayad
Meri Har Fariyaad Mein
Tu Kareeb Dil Ke Itna
Hai Meharbaan Re
Main Sunu Teri Wo Baatein
Jo Man Mein Tu Kahe
Kis Dar Jaan Dekho Tum Meri
Dhadkan Mein Bas Gaye
Bin Tum Gumsum Hone Lage,
Jaane Kis Duniya Mein Khone Lage
Bin Tum Gumsum Hone Lage,
Jaane Kis Duniya Mein Khone Lage
Aankho Mein Intezaar Ke
Badal Baras Gaye
Aankho Mein Intezaar Ke
Badal Baras Gaye

21 Suggestions for Success

1. Marry the right person. This one decision will determine 90% of your happiness or misery.
2. Work at something you enjoy and that's worthy of your time and talent.
3. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.
4. Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know.
5. Be forgiving of yourself and others.
6. Be generous.
7. Have a grateful heart.
8. Persistence, persistence, persistence.
9. Discipline yourself to save money on even the most modest salary.
10. Treat everyone you meet like you want to be treated.
11. Commit yourself to constant improvement.
12. Commit yourself to quality.
13. Understand that happiness is not based on possessions, power or prestige, but on relationships with people you love and respect.
14. Be loyal.
15. Be honest.
16. Be a self-starter.
17. Be decisive even if it means you'll sometimes be wrong.
18. Stop blaming others. Take responsibility for every area of your life.
19. Be bold and courageous. When you look back on your life, you'll regret the things you didn't do more than the ones you did.
20. Take good care of those you love.
21. Don't do anything that wouldn't make your Mom proud.

By H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

Relationship status suitable for current generation

Relationship status suitable for current generation

(1) Single
(2) Sleeping Around
(3) In A Relationship
(4) In A Fight
(5) On The Rebound
(6) Engaged
(7) Married
(8) About To Get Divorced
(9) Divorced
(10) Lonely
(11) Its Complicated
(12) Cant Talk About It
(13) In A Open Relationship
(14) Its A Disaster
(15) Deciding Between 2 People
(16) Happily Cheating.

10 Commandments for a Successful Married Life

Immature love says: "I love you because I need you."
Mature love says: "I need you because I love you."  ~ Erich Fromm
1. Love Comes First: Physical love is good, but there has to be genuine spiritual love also in your heart. Your immediate neighbor is your own spouse. So let charity begin at home and set an example by loving your spouse first and foremost. Follow the scripture: "Love thy neighbor as thyself".

2. Narrow the Gulf: Whether it is a love marriage, arranged marriage or forced marriage, differences are bound to arise. Both of you come from different backgrounds, upbringings and environments. You must be ready to overlook the sharp differences, lapses or shortcomings.

3. Forgive & Forget: Remember, to forgive is divine, and keep doing it, even if you have to repeat this process for infinite times.

4. Begin the Day Cool: Early in the morning, both spouses should try to remain calm and cool. No discussions or arguments in the early morning hours.

5. Silence Can Save: When you leave home for work in the morning, be at your best behavior. If one of you is provoked or complains, silence is the best answer. Conversely, you can say, "We will discuss it in the evening".

6. Inquire & Appreciate: After you return home, inquire and take interest in one another's activity during the day: "How was your day?" You must show your genuine appreciation and sympathy. Top it with a pleasant smile.

7. Listen & Sympathize: Do listen to your spouse attentively and sympathetically. Never ignore. Even at your place of work, if you get a telephone call from your partner, be polite and courteous, in spite of your busy schedule.

8. Don't Forget to Compliment: Make use of "Thank you", "Well done", "You have done a good job", and "I am sorry", as frequently as is necessary. Be generous in your praise and compliments.

9. Don't Compare: Do not enter into comparisons. No one is 100% perfect or 100% imperfect. We all have flaws and shortcomings. Always look at the good qualities of your spouse.

10. Keep Smiling: Be cheerful and smile away your problems. Give a smile as often as you can. Only a human person is endowed with this blessing. Animals do not have this rare faculty. Did you know you use only 20 muscles for a smile but 70 muscles for a frown? So, keep smiling!

From Gyan Rajhans

अब नजरें बचाने का वक्त आ गया है

रिवाजें निभाने का वक़्त आ गया है......
तुम्हे भूल जाने का वक्त आ गया है......
तेरी बदली नजरों से आहत है फ़िर दिल.....
कि फ़िर मुस्कुराने का वक्त आ गया है.....
शहर भर में फैलीं है अपनी कहानी......
अब नजरें बचाने का वक्त आ गया है........

LOSING U IS PAINFUL TO ME

You can see the pain living in my eyes..
and you don't know how hard I try..
Losing you is painful to me :(
I can feel heart and I simpathize..
and I never criticize , all you have ever ment to my life..
You deserve the chance at the kind of love..
but I am not sure what I am worthy of.................
LOSING U IS PAINFUL TO ME :(.............

If you want decided to do something, you can do it!

An old man lived alone in a village. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison.

The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his situation:
Dear Son,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my potato garden ...this year. I hate to miss doing the garden, because your mother always loved planting time. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me, if you weren’t in prison.
Love,
Dad

Shortly, the old man received this telegram: ‘For Heaven’s sake, Dad, don’t dig up the garden!! That’s where I buried the GUNS!!’ At 4 a.m. the next morning, a dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding any guns.

Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what happened, and asked him what to do next.

His son’s reply was: ‘Go ahead and plant your potatoes, Dad.. It’s the best I could do for you from here.’

Moral:
NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE IN THE WORLD, IF YOU HAVE DECIDED TO DO SOMETHING DEEP FROM YOUR HEART YOU CAN DO IT. IT IS THE THOUGHT THAT MATTERS.. NOT WHERE YOU ARE OR WHERE THE PERSON IS…

....only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is!!!

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived:

Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge,and all of the others including Love.

One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink so all repaired their boats and left.

Love was the only one who stayed.Love wanted to persevere until the last possible moment. When the island was almost sinking,

Love decided to ask for help.

Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat.

Love said,"Richness, can you take me with you?"

Richness answered, "No,

I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat.

There is no place here for you."

Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel, "Vanity, please help me!".

"I can't help you Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.

Sadness was close by so Love asked for help,

"Sadness, let me go with you."

"Oh...Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"

Happiness passed by Love too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her! Suddenly, there was a voice,

"Come Love, I will take you." It was an elder.

Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that he even forgot to ask the elder her name.

When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Love realized how much he owed

the elder and asked Knowledge :

"Who helped me?" "It was Time," Knowledge answered.

"Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?"

Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered,

"Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is"

.......until then I'll be here Missing you!!

The way you look me in the eyes
The way you laugh, talk, smile
When I'm with you my heart pounds fast
When we're apart my heart rips in two
All my life I never thought I'd feel this way
laying on my bed, all alone in the dark, crying missing you...
I hug my pillow believing that its you
I know there is other people in the world
But i don't want them i want you and only you
One tear strolls down my cheek then another then another
I won't stop this till you're right here by my side
missing your smile, missing the things you do
I sit on my bed
Missing you...
I need you! I want you! and I'll feel this way until i have you!
You wipe away my tears
You frighten away my fears
My life is incomplete without you
My heart is apart till i have you
I pray, I wish, and dream till the day I'll be with you until then I'll be here
Missing you... :'(

You will never lose your value..

In the room of 200 members:

A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $500/-
...He asked, "Who would like this 500 note?" Hands started going up.

He said, "I am going to give this note to one of you but first let me do this." He proceeded to crumple the note up.

He then asked, "Who still wants it?" Still the hands were up in the air. "Well," he replied.

"What if I do this?" And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now all crumpled and dirty. "Now who still wants it?" Still the hands went into the air.

"My friends, you have all learned a very valuable Lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $ 500/- Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as Though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen,

"You will never lose your value. You are special don't ever forget it!
Never let yesterday's disappointments overshadow tomorrow's dreams."

Write your sorrows in sand and your blessings in stone

Two friends were walking through the desert.
During some point of the journey they had an argument,
and one friend slapped the other one in the face.
The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand:
“TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.”
......
They kept on walking until they found an oasis,
where they decided to take a bath. The one, who had been slapped, got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him.
After the friend recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone:
“TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE.”

The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him,
“After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?”
The other friend replied: “When someone hurts us, we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it.”

"WRITE YOUR SORROWS IN SAND AND YOUR BLESSINGS IN STONE"

''

Happy Rose Day

To Whomsoever It May Concern......

I think of you whenever I see roses & smell their fragrance, they remind of you that god made 'em only for you to please.. If it was in my control I would have named every single rose of this world on you.. & I don't want to let dry our relationship ever like the softness of rose petals after some time.. Sweeter than the candies, lovelier than the red roses, more hug-able  than soft toys.. that's what you're.. I Love U.. :)
The Rose convey the feeling of Love Silently, in a language known only to the Heart.
Happy Rose Day!!

वो कहती है सुनो जाना, मोहब्बत मोम का घर है.......

वो कहती है सुनो जाना, मोहब्बत मोम का घर है,
तपिश ये बदगुमानी की, कहीं पिघला ना दे इसको||

मैं कहता हूँ के जिस दिल में, ज़रा भी बदगुमानी हो,
वहां कुछ और हो तो हो, मोहब्बत हो नहीं सकती||

वो कहती है, "सदा ऐसे ही, क्या तुम मुझको चाहोगे?
कि मैं इसमें कमी बिलकुल ग़वारा कर नहीं सकती||"

मैं कहता हूँ "मोहब्बत क्या है, ये तुमने सिखाया है,
मुझे तुमसे मोहब्बत के, सिवा कुछ भी नहीं आता|"


वो कहती है जुदाई से बहुत डरता है मेरा दिल,
के ख़ुद को तुमसे हट कर देखना, मुमकिन नहीं है अब||


मैं कहता हूँ यही खद्से बहुत मुझको सताते हैं,
मगर सच है मोहब्बत में जुदाई साथ चलती है||


वो कहती है बताओ क्या, मेरे बिन जी सकोगे तुम?
मेरी बातें, मेरी यादें, मेरी आँखें भुला दोगे?

मैं कहता हूँ कभी इस बात पर सोचा नहीं मैंने,
अगर इक पल को भी सोचूं तो, सांसें रुकने लगती हैं||


वो कहती है तुम्हे मुझसे मोहब्बत इस क़दर क्यूँ है?
कि मैं इक आम से लड़की, तुम्हे क्यूँ ख़ास लगती हूँ?


मैं कहता हूँ कभी ख़ुद को, मेरी आँखों से तुम देखो,
मेरी दीवानगी क्यूँ है, ये ख़ुद ही जान जाओगी||



वो कहती है मुझे वारफ्तगी से देखते क्यूँ हो?
के मैं ख़ुद को बहुत ही कीमती महसूस करती हूँ||


मैं कहता हूँ मता-ए-जाँ, बहुत अनमोल होती है,
तुम्हें जब देखता हूँ, ज़िन्दगी महसूस करता हूँ||


वो कहती है मुझे अलफ़ाज़ के जुगुनू नहीं मिलते,
तुम्हें बतला सकूँ, दिल में, मेरे कितनी मोहब्बत है||


मैं कहता हूँ मोहब्बत तो निगाहों से छलकती है,
तुम्हारी ख़ामोशी मुझसे, तुम्हारी बात करती है||


वो कहती है बताओ ना, किसे खोने से डरते हो?
बताओ कौन है वो, जिसको ये मौसम बुलाते हैं?

मैं कहता हूँ ये मेरी शायरी है आइना दिल का,
ज़रा देखो बताओ क्या तुम्हें इसमें नज़र आया?


वो कहती है के आतिफ़ जी, बहुत बातें बनाते हो,
मगर सच है कि ये बातें बहुत ही शाद रखती हैं||

मैं कहता हूँ ये सब बातें, फ़साने इक बहाना हैं,
के पल कुछ जिंदगानी के, तुम्हारे साथ कट जायें||

फिर उसके बाद ख़ामोशी का, दिलकश रक्स होता है,

निगाहें बोलती हैं और लब खामोश रहते हैं|

अबे, तू है कौन, मुझे तो ये भी याद नहीं....

उसने कहा, "तुम में पहले सी बात नहीं"
मैंने कहा, "इंसान हूँ, Science की कोई ईजाद नहीं"

उसने कहा. "अब भी किसी की आँखों में डूब जाते हो?"
मैंने कहा, " पागल हो क्या, आँखें हैं कोई तालाब नहीं"

उसने कहा, " क्यूँ टूट के चाहा था मुझे इतना?"
मैंने कहा, "दिमाग से पैदल था जिसका कोई हिसाब नहीं"

उसने कहा, "क्या में बेवफा हूँ?"
मैंने कहा, "तुम इतनी धोखेबाज़ हो जिसका कोई हिसाब नहीं"

उसने कहा, "भूल जा मुझको"
मैंने कहा, "अबे, तू है कौन, मुझे तो ये भी याद नहीं"

The Paradoxical Commandments

People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centered.

...Love them anyway!

If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives.

...Do good anyway!

If you are successful, you will win false friends and enemies.

...Succeed anyway!

The good you do will be forgotten tomorrow.

...Do good anyway!

Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.

...Be honest and frank anyway!

What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.

...Build anyway!

People really need help but may attack you if you help them.

...Help them anyway!

Give the world the best you have and you’ll get kicked in the teeth.

...Give the world the best you’ve got anyway!

The Final Analysis
Give the world the best you have and you'll get kicked in the teeth.

.....Give the world the best you have anyway!

 

 ---Dr. Kent M. Keith

The Salty Coffee

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, he 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 heart, 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."