Gahr ? what first thought comes in to your mind when you listen the word Ghar ? it is like ek makan meas a flat with four walls and windows and door ? No !

As we listen the word Ghar the first thought comes in our mind is our family our parents our brothers sisters and other family members (and our loving grand parents agar wo huamre saath rahete hai to)..........

u knw every one everyone have dream to go out of country to earn money to see the world......and every one says kya america kya country hai canada kya country hai, Uk is amezing etc....etc.......but u knw har jagah har jagah aap jao nothing wrong in that its a experiance to see the world and many places but never think tht kya india kya ye apna state (means the place jahan bhi aap rahete ho) kyunki us palce ke jaisi koi place nahi hai is saari duniya main.

Aap kahi bhi jaao kahi bhi jao lekin apna END the apna ghar hi hai kyunki hume duniya main flat bhot milenge acchi se acchi hotels bahot milengi jaha pe her wo facility hogi jo shayad aapke ghar pe nahi hia fir bhi..........fir bhi..........wo sukun jo aapko apne ghar main kadam rakhte hi milega wo wahan kabhi bhi nahi milega and its fact ! wo baat alag hai ki paise aur is duniya ki daud main chalne ki chaht main hum apne dil ki ye baat ko un suni kar dete hai per kahi na kahi ye baat hai aur wo jarur hai !

Hum kisi bahar country main jate hai to wahan pura din pura din to kaam main nikal jata kyunki hume paise kamane hote hai ! per jab sham hoti hai tab lagta hai ki ab kaam karne ka waqt to khatam ho gaya ab ghar jana hai per fir sochte hai ki kyun jaye kon hai jiske liye jaye? hai na ?

Apna Ghar matlab jahan hum apne logo ke saath rahete hai chahe kitne jagde ho chahe kisi ki thinking match na hoti to lekin fir bhi hum ek hi ghar main rahete hai aur ghar ke kisi bhi person pe koi bhi afat aaye ya use humare support ki zarurat ho to sab ek ho jate hai !

This wht i feel about my Ghar............. !

love............

when 1 loves you, U dont realise it.....When U realise it, it's too late....U always love the 1 who leaves U and Leave the one who Loves U..............

If you happen to miss a person whom you loved so much, it's your FATE...........

But in case if you give a chance to miss a person who loved U So much, its your

MISTAKE............

Zindgi ek Chahat ka silsila hai,Koi Mil jata hai, koi bichad jata hai, Jise mangte hai hum apni Duao me, Wo Kisi aur ko Bina mange mil jata hai................

Aaj fir teri yaad ne rula diya.....Kitne akele hai hum ye ehsaas kara diya..........

2 lafz likhne ka salika nahi tha mujhe........

Aur judai ne muje shayar bana diya........

Sunset is are most beautiful when U watch them with someone U love.........

&

Yet they are the sadest scenery created by

GOD

When U watch it Alone.........

"MOHABBAT ME JAHAAN EKRAAR KI POORI UMMED HOTI HAI VAHAAN BHI DIL EZHAAR KARNE SE DARTA HAI.AUR TUJHE TO YE BHI NAHI MAADAR KI VO TERE IZHAAR KA AITBAAR BHI KAR PAAYEGEE YA NAHI.DIL PE MERE MERA IKTAYAAR BHI NAHI HAI AUR NAA HI AITBAAR.BUS TUMHARE HAAN KA INTAZAAR HAI.."

" Dil jo tuta to fariyad karoge tum,

hum jo chale gaye to yad karoge tum,

Aaj to kahete ho WAQT NAHI HAI,

Par ek din humare liye waqt se fariyad karoge tum ~!"

hello everyone........my eyes r moist when iam writing this.sometimes people just say something without even giving it a thought that what the other person might feel hearing this.....harsh words just act as a wound on the body....the wound might get healed but the scar remains......someone has just rightly said....THINGS CAN B FORGIVEN BUT NOT FORGOTTEN.....u can forgive the person but not forget the words told to u....an ugly person with a sweet tounge is far more better then a beautiful body with a rotten tounge .......

bye 4 now

love

Trisha ducked into a corridor, blushing furiously.Godohgodohgod..... what was he doing here?Hadn't he left India years back?What did he think of her now?Did he even remember her?Or did he hate her now?Was he going to be her sworn enemy?

The barrage of questions that flooded her brain were forced to a halt as Ankita thudded down the ill-lit hall.She turned to face Trisha with an ex-pression of irritated bewilderment on her face."What?!", she queried.

Trisha turned away, feeling her face go red again.When she finally spoke, she was surprised at how high-pitched and breathless her voice sounded."Aryan."

"Aryan?Who's Aryan?And..."

The bell gonged just then, saving Trisha the need of facing Ankita's volley."Come on," she said, pulling on Ankita's arm."We'll be late for class."
"But...."
Trisha fled down the corridor, and Ankita had no option but to follow.

But she should have known better.Ankita wouldn't be silenced easily on anything.No sooner had the professor commenced on an earthworm's digestive system in his usual nasal drone,Ankita commenced, too."Who's Aryan?", she hissed in Trisha's ear.Trisha shot her a pleading look."Can't it wait after class?"
Three minutes hadn't passed, when Ankita whispered again,"Aryan-hey,that's what Shahrukh Khan named his son."
And again."There was a movie by that name,no?"

Trisha stifled a smile.Boys.Ankita's prime interest.Though Bollywood came a close second.It was her fault.She should have shut up about it until after Bio.Now, the already remote chances of her listening to the lecture had reduced to nil.

The bell finally rang,much to Ankita's relief.She yanked Trisha out of the classroom, and into the canteen.They dropped onto a side-table, and hailed the waiter."Watermelon juice, two glasses," Ankita said, and then turned her complete attention towards Trisha.

"You can run, you can hide, but you can't escape", she sang tunelessly, but her eyes sparkled."So, spill out now.Everything."

Trisha smiled."OK,OK.Aryan was in school with me.And....he'd gone off to Dubai 'coz his dad got transferred.But I saw him today.In the hall.Couldn't make out why."

"So you decided to hide?", Ankita asked, peering at her suspiciously.

"No, not exactly"

"Then????"

"Well, actually.....this guy.... he... before he went off, I mean....oh!"
Trisha gasped and sat up.Aryan walked in through the door with two other guys, who seemed to be giving him the tour.He had always been good-looking, but now, he looked as if he'd walked straight out of a magazine.He'd grown way tall, and he no more wore his hair in the crew-cut of their school days.It hung to chin-length, and was tinted a mellow mahogany.He'd developed a gorgeous bronzed tan, and looked athletic and muscly.In short, a walking, talking Greek God.

"Good maal", whispered Ankita.

"Isn't he?", asked Trisha, in the same low, breathless tone.

"How do you know him?", asked Ankita.

Trisha knew that if Ankita had turned her attention to anything else when such a guy stood in near vicinity, she had better tell all.
"We were in school together"
Ankita harrumphed impatiently."I know that.After that....??"

"And.... he had a crush on me."
Ankita looked triumphant."Yeh hui na baat.You too had a scorching affair in school?I mean, before he took off with his folks.Return of the old flame, eh?"

"NO.I declined him, yaar."

Ankita stared, her mouth agape."You declined him?"

"Well, it was school, after all.", Trisha said defensively."But strange thing was, he continued to wait for me to come round.The last day he came to school, he said nothing would ever change for him.That he would always, always remember me.And yes, I must confess, I had almost fallen for him by that time.Whether or not he does,I sure still remember him."

Ankita remained completely silent after this revelation, a strange thing for her.

But another voice made Trisha's head turn so fast, she nearly criked her neck.

Aryan's.

"Trisha?"He strode down to their table."Hey",he said quietly.

"Hi,Aryan.How are you?", Trisha said quietly.

"Great.How about you?", he queried, a smile spreading across his features.

"I'm doing good," Trisha replied, smiling back."So, how come you're here?"

"Well, higher edu isn't all that great back in the Gulf.So, I've come back to namma Bengaluru.I stay in a PG close by, with these dudes", he said, gesturing to his friends at another table.

"Oh, okay," Trisha said, unable to think of anything else.

"Well,I'll see you around then.", he said.

"Bye"

He was hardly out of earshot when Ankita screamed, "OMIGOD, Trish!!!!!!You've finally found yourself a guy, too!!!!!!!"
She looked wildly excited, and triumphant.

Usually, Trisha didn't approve of Ankita playing matchmaker, but this time, she didn't mind.In fact, it felt good.As she looked over at Ankita, she felt a giddy happiness climb to her head, and joined in as Ankita jumped up to hug her, laughing hysterically.

TBC

"Well, the movie was sort of dumb, actually", Trisha said, carelessly tossing around her fried rice. "But later..."

"Don't stop, Trish!", Ankita harrumphed."You shouldn't be getting into your 'Dreamer Poetess Literatti' mood at lunch, especially not when you're telling me how a date went off!"

"Okay, okay," said Trisha, an amused grin creeping up her face."Well, we went to this super-cool place, Anki.Not our regular pizza haunts, or even those smoky little dens with enough chweet mush to give anyone diabetes."

"We went to this terrace-garden place, on the ninth floor, South Park, it's called," Trisha went on, despite Ankita's moue of protest.She loved the shmaltz places.

"And it sure looked exclusive.Everything was so refined and put-together.And most refined and put-together of all was Aryan, babe.God, he was so dreamy..."
"Ekdum cultured, with impeccable taste.You know, he..."

"Do I interrupt a serious heart-to-heart?"

Sarang covered the little distance between him and their table, with his usual brisk, to-the-purpose stride.Into literature and the masters in a huge way, Trisha had never been so surprised in her entire life, when she'd heard that he was Ankita's latest beau.It was a mismatch made in heaven.But somehow, Sarang had fallen head over heels for Ankita, and for her, his light eyes, wavy hair caressing his forehead, and ever-present stubble sufficed.They had made it upto three months now, far surpassing every expectation of Trisha's, and she'd now even began to hope for her Bollywood-obsessed friend to transform into something more serious.

"Well, you do, but since it's you, I'll grant a pardon," Ankita said."Well, what was sooo important, Mr. Shakespeare?"

Sarang dumped a whole sheaf of papers on the table."Fest in Cottons in two days, remember, Trish?", he asked, with a slight, raised-eyebrow look.

And of course, Trisha didn't.In the flurry of meeting Aryan, being asked out by him,a relationship being on the bloom, and lab practical reports, she'd completely forgotten."Actually, no," she confessed, slightly flustered.That sure wasn't mature, responsible Trisha Sharma.

"Well, the principal sure remembered", Sarang replied, leaning back onto a chair."The usual team-Arundhati, Mayank,Jose... and yes, the two of us.It's Cottons and back for us until next Monday.We're in for the whole hog-mad ads, poetry, essays, Aircrash... We're meeting at 108 now, and I, madame, am your special messenger.", Sarang bowed, to complete his faux European act.

"Now?", pouted Ankita."But Trish was telling me..."

"I'll tell you later," Trisha said, hurriedly rising.Sarang winked."Yup, duty calls.See ya later, sweetie."He dropped a quick peck on Ankita's cheek, and followed Trisha out of the canteen.


The afternoon followed the usual whirlwind pattern of readying for an inter-college fest, and Trisha saw Ankita only at the college gate, when the last bell had rung.Ankita had barely had time to grab Trisha's hand, and murmur an "At last", when the news that Trisha was staying back for some more brain-storming was broken to her.Ankita had, therefore, to wait a while longer for all the details of Trisha's date.

And it was much loner than she thought, or could possibly endure.Trisha was extremely busy, rehearsing, taking down notes she'd missed out on, clearing her attendance records, and confabulating with her lit. club mates.She was starved time for a "Hi", so detailed explainations were out of the realm.

They met for a few minutes on Monday evening, a day before the fest was due to start."Won't be in college for a week, Anki," Trisha said breathlessly."I'll call if it isn't too late.Watch the notes, won't you?" "Okay, okay, what are friends for?Though I'd rather be bunking Bio...", Ankita replied."Just one week," Trisha said elbowing her.Ankita elbowed her back."Okay then, a loooonngg bye.Take good care of Sarang."Trisha laughed."I'll see, if you take care of Aryan, perhaps..."

Someone yelled for Trisha in the background.
"Okay then, see you babes", Trisha said, hurriedly pulling Ankita into a quick hug."Wish me luck.We gotta show 'em..."

"Good luck", said Ankita.

Trisha smiled, and rushed back into the campus, with Ankita waving a good-bye.

TBC

Trisha jolted out of her thoughts abruptly.The college gate seemed to have loomed up out of nowhere.She hastily dropped a few notes into the auto-driver's hand, and clambered out.

The weather seemed uncertain;fickle in it's loyalty, to the purple rainclouds, or the sun sulking behind them.It seemed to mirror Trisha's current state of being.They had lost the coveted winners' trophy to the hosts, won some, lost some, at the fest.A mix.Her mind,too, wavered, between surges of ecstasy, and bouts of gloom.A feeling of uncertainty, of doubt, prevailed.Aryan played on her thoughts continually.They had gone out a few times, but it didn't constitute as 'serious about each other'.Both yet free birds.How would he react on her arrival?Ankita would certainly have expected a more than hearty welcome, and would have proclaimed to whoever she could lay her hands on, that she would absolutely die in case the male concerned failed in the execution of this cardinal duty.

But that was Ankita.The universally-hailed drama queen.She hadn't the luxury.The sensible, patient, hard-working, agony aunt Trisha Sharma? Naah!!

She stepped into the quad.The old, familiar, cream and mahogany interiors brought a calming influence instantly.On home turf.

She wished Ankita would appear.All that heavy-duty mind chow at the fest had given her a healthy appetite for some good, nonsense, giggly fun.But all she could spot was Sarang, looking his usual purposeful self.She waved, and he marched up to her."Principal's office," he said, before she could venture a "hi"."All the team's up there, and as usual, you're always the one we have to go looking for."Trisha grinned."Seen Anki yet?", she asked."Nope," he replied, shaking his head."Cell's switched off, too.Now I know why you two are so thick; both think it's fun to run off so no human contact strikes you." Trisha playfully hit him with a file."PJ." Sarang ducked, then pulled a serious face, as he led her into the Principal's office.

Everything in the office looked sombre and set for a funeral, including it's inhabitants.Trisha and Sarang quietly took their seats, and waited out the speech that followed.They were then sent off to class.

The bell for lunch finally rang, and Trisha allowed herself to be swept forwards by the throng, stopping finally at the quad.At long last, she saw what she had been waiting for-Aryan leaned lazily against a platform, his arms crossed.She smiled, and made to hurry towards him, when Ankita approached from the opposite end."Double whammy," she thought, and took a step forward, only to stop dead in her tracks.

Aryan had risen with expectant pleasure, and Ankita wrapped her arms round his neck, with a half-shriek of "Helllooo baby!!!"Aryan leaned down to look into her face, cupping it with his hands, the same hands which had held Trisha's in a darkened movie theatre and made her pulse race.They seemed to be talking, whispering.

Ankita suddenly caught sight of Trisha.Her eyes seemed to show a hint of fear for a fleeting moment, but then, her face settled into a calm, haughty ex-pression.She nudged Aryan, and they both turned to face her."Hey, Trish", Ankita said."It's good to see you again," in a tone which made it evident that it wasn't.She caught Trisha looking at Aryan, with a shocked, bewildered ex-pression; and drawled, "Hey, didn't tell you, did I?Well, you were gone, and yeah, so was Sarang, and we... well, got lonely, and decided to get together, like, you know, committed."Trisha nodded numbly, her mind a total blank, except for the faint pounding, the pounding of misdirected love, the pain of being cheated by the two people she had relied on the most....."Yeah", she said, still nodding."I... gotta go... library....", and she fled upstairs.

Just a few paces behind, she glimpsed a shell-shocked Sarang.Evidently, he had heard all.She briefly saw the same pain, hurt and sense of betrayal....an exact mirror.But Trisha no more wanted to see any more mirrors of her self.

Numbly, she just sped on.

TBC