You'll not be killed

When you are in complete mess and have no idea of what you're doing and what's going on with you, around you! Only one person, you know, can take you otta the mess but then the fear of facing the person with this situation in none less than an encounter with a wild animal but... But somehow the feeling creeps in that somehow you want to be otta this mess, no matter what! And you gather all courage in you, aaj main solution nikal ke rahungi, and head ahead to get things sorted out. Coz dying once is better than dying each moment everyday! And you think, worst to worst case you'll have to listen harsh words! You'll not be killed... Phew!!!! This realisation is awesome... You will not be killed... Coz as a human being the worst fear for us is of losing this life... Hmmm... And no encounter with your boss could be life threatening! :-P ;-)
So, keeping aside my self respect, I went to the boss! After few harsh words, though less than what I had imagined, finally problem got solved!
Gosh! It's over forever...
Sometimes we imagine things to be like a mountain though they turn out to be just a big stone... :-)
Hence, never fear of anyone and take the step towards truth and courage... :-)

Never ending wait...

Sometimes you keep waiting for someone but deep inside you know you're waiting unnecessarily but you still keep hope and wait for them to come back... But positive attitude doesn't help always! You know it's not going to happen ever but you still hope and pray and wish for it to happen...
Sometimes, not by others but we ourselves get fooled by us!
Why is it so hard to accept the reality and face the facts?!

Missing someone...

Why is it that to gain something you always have to sacrifice something in it's place!?
Why doesn't happiness come in a separate package and not in combination with sorrows...?
Why people whom you love are bound to go away from you, though sometimes for a while but still this while seems longer enough! Theory of relativity... Indeed...
But still, missing someone is worst! Not a useful thing into itself. Coz most of the time they doesn't even know that somebody's missing them so badly. Though same goes when we are being missed, we never know who is missing us and at what intensity?!
May be this is how it is ment to be... You miss someone, someone miss you... Sometimes you meet sometimes you never, but the feelings remains same forever...

I was also an innocent child someday!?

There is a small baby girl in front of me, sometimes crying, sometimes smiling, sometimes sleeping, sometimes playing, sometimes confidently looking at everyone, sometimes cautious, sometimes dancing, sometimes stationary, sometimes adorable, sometimes stubborn... The baby is enjoying herself, that's coz she has her mother standing besides her at all times, giving her full attention of hers, to her her daughter is the centre of attraction, her world is around her only!
Looking at this, all I felt is, even I was a baby years ago and even my mother would have taken all sort of efforts to carry me, to nurture me, to make me happy she too have sacrificed so many things, to my obstinate behaviour she would have handled it all with patience and care!
Babies are so innocent when they're small, not concerned about who the person sitting next to them in the public place is but they only know who takes care of them and that is their MOTHER and when this known person is near them, they are care free and comfortable! :)
How innocent they are when they know nothing much of this world but only that now they belong to this new world, which might be old to their souls but for their new beginning it's altogether a new world...
I wish I would have remembered all childhood memories...

26 and SINGLE!!!!! o_O

Your parents’ 30th wedding anniversary. Shouldn’t that be a wonderful occasion to get together and have a wonderful time? Family, friends, celebrations and so on. Unfortunately, when you’re the 26-year-old single daughter who has moved to the city to have one of those fancy careers (being at the beck and call of the associates of a law firm, not so fancy, really, but it’ll be worth it in five years), going home for a family gathering gives you nightmares.

The nightmares, quite literally, start about a week before your flight is scheduled. Till then, there’s the uneasy feeling as you duck your aunts’ calls and make excuses that range from the plausible to the outrageous when your mum calls and asks why you’ve been ducking the calls. As the day of doom approaches, though, you start waking up in cold sweat having dreamt of a gaggle of aunts closing in on you intoning ‘You must get married, you must have babies, marry, marry, BABIES!’ by which time you mercifully open your eyes. You start hoping for airline strikes. You start hoping that your leave will get cancelled – what a difference from the last trip with friends to Goa, when you had fingers crossed that nothing would go wrong!

Unfortunately, there is no escape from your fate, and there’s no escape from family gatherings unless you want to deeply hurt your parents. It’s not their fault that their sisters, sisters-in-law and cousins have babies – not their own, but your hypothetical babies – on their brains, is it? So the day of the flight home dawns, and you wish you could gird your loins much as gladiators did by the time you land.

The first few minutes are wonderful. Your parents have nagged your brother-in-law into picking you up. Once you get home, you’ve got your adorable two-year-old niece all over you, and you get to be the best aunt of the year by giving her a few choice gifts, a couple not to be shown to her parents until she was done with them – sugar high, yes! As you hug her, you vow to yourself that you will be a better, less scary aunt to her than any of… Oh dear. There comes the gaggle. Loin-girding time.

“Beta, you’re home! How long it has been!”

“How is your job going? That’s a nice dress you’re wearing, but it’s a bit short, did you run out of material?” Strike one.

“I guess you’re going to be all high-power lawyer and everything, eh? God help your husband if you argue like that at home as well!” Strike two.

“You look so thin, you know, you should put on some weight, you will look nicer in that saree once you do. Then we’ll find a nice boy for you.” Strike three and you clench your fist… Aunt number three will never know how lucky she is that your sister came and pulled you into a hug before your fist made resounding contact with her face.

So now to give your sister her belated birthday gift – a bottle of her favourite vodka, snagged from duty free the last time a friend went abroad. Still annoyed, you don’t think of sneaking off into your room before you give it to her. In a gesture of rather pointless defiance that will inevitably give them enough to gossip about for a week, you pull it out from your bag right in front of them. Cue collective gasp.

“I found a really nice duty-free store where I picked up this, a couple of bottles of nice wine and a really nice Jack Daniels for myself, you know I love a good whiskey,” you lie shamelessly. Cue second gasp, this one actually loud enough to bring your mum from the kitchen. She shakes her head sternly, as she always does when she knows you’re about to blow your top and let it rip at one of your aunts, but she welcomes you home with a hearty hug and sends you off to the living room where all the men are enjoying their pre-dinner Cognac.

It was only three in the afternoon, so perhaps it should be called pre-pre-dinner Cognac. Being the youngest girl in the family has its good points – everybody over 35 might be on your case to start acting like a ‘proper woman’, but you’ll always be daddy’s little girl. You’re always assured a wonderful welcome from him, so you go and grab him in a giant bear hug before he can even get up. The affection is returned with great enthusiasm. You give him your gift, too – brandy glasses and a set of whiskey stones. Of course you have to open it then and there, and then of course you have to inaugurate them. Oh boy – uncomfortable looks from all the uncles. But thankfully, your dad is fairly oblivious to them as you pour yourself one and make yourself comfortable beside your dad, all ready to join in the conversation about international politics. The uncles are beginning to shift in their seats resignedly.

Half an hour later, your mum comes into the living room as you’re holding forth about your particularly strong opinions about imperialism, capitalism and the US being the real terrorists of the world, what with invading countries for their resources and attacking people with drones. Your mum listens, then sits by your side and squeezes your hand. You look up to see that it’s not the ‘don’t argue’ look. It’s the ‘proud of you, baby’ look. Later, after dinner, as you help your mum wash up, she tells you that she’s proud of you for confounding expectations. You smile – the aunts and uncles and the rest of the world would just have to deal with your choices. They didn’t have a choice about that.

Source: http://www.theindianrepublic.com/tbp/26-and-single-100027576.html

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New month-New hopes

With the beginning of new month, there are new hopes in life... hope of doing something new, something best, being good and living life at fullest... setting new goals in life and achieving old goals with new spirit... trying to be best version of oneself and keeping updated with life and it's journey... expecting more from oneself than from others, fulfilling more of others desires than from own... be little less selfish but more understanding... not doubting own capabilities but excel in whatever aim is set...

Being good human being is as much important as being a human!

Happy New Month!
Do something new, explore yourself in new way and do adventures with yourself...

Above everything else... never forget to smile! :-) :-)

Satyamev Jayate

Tera rung aisa chadh gaya
Koi aur rang naa chadh sake
Tera naam seene pe likha
Har koi aake padh sakey

Hai junoon hai junoon hai
Tere ishq ka ye junoon hai
Rag rag mein ishq tera daudta
Yeh bawraa sa khoon hai
Tune hi sikhaya sachchaiyon ka matlab
Tere paas aake jaana maine zindagi ka maqsad
Satyamev... satyamev... satyamev jayate
Sachcha hai pyaar tera, satyamev jayate

Tere noor ke dastoor mein
Na ho salwatein na shikan rahe
Meri koshishein toh hai bas yahin
Rahein khushbooein gulshan rahe
Teri zulf suljhane chala
Tere aur paas aane chala
Jahan koi sur na ho be-sura
Woh geet main gaane chala

Tera rang aisa chadh gaya
Tha nasha jo aur bhi badh gaya
Teri barishon ka karam hai ye
Main nikhar Gaya main sanwar gaya
Jaisa bhi hoon apna mujhe
Mujhe ye nahin hai bolna
Qaabil tere main ban sakoo
Mujhe dwaar aisa kholna
Saanson ki iss raftaar ko
Dhadkan ke iss tyohaar ko
Har jeet ko har haar ko
Khud apne iss sansaar ko
Badloonga main tere liye

Mujhe khud ko bhi hai tatolna
Kahin hai kami to hai bolna
Khahin daag hain toh chupayein kyon
Hum sach se nazrein hatayein kyon
Khud ko badalna hai agar
Badloonga main tere liye
Sholon pe chalna hai agar
Chal doonga main tere liye
Mere khoon kee har boond main
Sankalp ho tere pyaar ka
Kato mujhey to too bahe
Ho surkh rang har dhar ka

Keep it UP!

You can live happily only till you can, yourself, find the reasons to be happy. Life do bring you under tough situations, sometimes beyond your imagination but true living is you fight back and continue to dream best for yourself.
Darkness does cover the earth but never forget that stars shine in the darkness only.

Inspiration seek from others might get exhausted at some point of time. Being your own inspiration, life will keep moving forever till you could know main means to live.

The lesser you expect from life, the happier you'll be with whatever it offers to you! :-)

No matter what we have to face all situations, then why not face it smilingly?! :-D

A husband like ME!

I always try and understand my friends. Yesterday I and Babbu were chatting. In between she stopped replying. I waited and waited but she didn't reply. Finally I decided to not message again asking for reply.
Today morning I got message, Hey, I had slept yesterday... (grin smiley!)

I replied, It's okay! :-) I can understand... :-P

And I got stunning reply, I want a husband like you! :-*

After recovering from shock I replied, You will, very soon! :-P

Not SOON! I received in answer.