i have everything but i have nothing ! I have everything but I have nothing ! means when u meet some one u knw normaly we ask "how r u doing " a standard answer is "ya im fine howz u doing" right ! but when we come closer to anyone like as a friend or as any near and true relation we share our fears our problems and thing which is missing in our life ! tab pata chalta hai ki kisko kya kam pad raha hai otherwise hume lagta hai arre kya sab kuch to hai uske paas paisa acchi job,accha ghar a good family etc.....ect....but ye sab kuch hone ke baad bhi kuch kami hoti hai  usko kahete hai "I have everything but I have nothing"  Aur aisa kyun hota hai u knw kyunki hum koi cheez paiso se kharid sakte hai lekin kisi ka pyar paiso se nahi milta, koi hume pyar kare aur hume wo hi place per rakhe jahan hum unhe rakhte hai wo humare haatho main nahi hai......... aur ye kami har waqt ye mehsus karvati hai ki " i have nothing" Permalink
15:44 | 17/Aug/2007 |  0 Comment(s)
memories play a very confusing role..... When you miss ur loved ones ??  when u are far from them right ! my younger brother just went out of country and i really miss him a lot.............i knw he went there for his bright future so muje ye baat positively hi leni chahiye but still i feel i cant live without my nearonce......actully jab hum saath rahete hai  tab hum kabhi jagdte hai kabhi bahot baatein karte hai din ki har choti se choti baatein share karte hai to ek aadat si ho jati hai ..........humare parents har baar kahete hai jab apne paas ho  tab unki kadar karni chahiye lekin ye human tendancy hai ki jab koi humse dur ho jata hai  tab hi uski bahot yaad aati hai........ Memories play a very confusing role. it makes u laugh when u remember the day you cried together, but it makes you cry when u remember the moments you laughed together..........

Ghar !

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..........

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.........

Women A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him. "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 mother seem to cry for no reason?" "All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say. The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry. Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"   God said: "When I made the woman she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children. I 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. I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly. I gave her strength to carry he! r husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. I 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 finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed." "You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, 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. Permalink
11:30 | 29/Feb/2008 |  4 Comment(s)
The secret to true Love ! A Nice Article about Love By Swami Vivekananda I once had a friend who grew to be very close to me. Once when we were sitting at the edge of a swimming pool, she filled the palm of her hand with some water and held it before me, and said this: "You see this water carefully contained on my hand? It symbolizes Love." This was how I saw it: As long as you keep your hand caringly open and allow it to remain there, it will always be there. However, if you attempt to close your fingers round it and try to posses it, it will spill through the first cracks it finds. This is the greatest mistake that people do when they meet love...they try to posses it, they demand, they expect... and just like the water spilling out of your hand, love will retrieve from you. For love is meant to be free, you cannot change its nature. If there are people you love, allow them to be free beings. Give and don't expect. Advise, but don't order. Ask, but never demand. It might sound simple, but it is a lesson that may take a lifetime to truly practice. It is the secret to true love. To truly practice it, you must sincerely feel no expectations from those who you love, and yet an unconditional caring. Permalink
15:50 | 27/Feb/2008 |  5 Comment(s)
Mumbais local language too good!!!! AMCHI MUMBAI [Tapori] Language Sophisticated Meaning In Bombay.... There's a minor problem Arre yaar, "Waanda" ho gaya There's a big problem Arre yaar, "Zol" ho gaya There's a huge problem....(unsolvable) Arre yaar,"Raada" ho gaya You'll be surprised Ekdam " Hill " jayega tu I am going out of this place Chal apun "Kaltii" marta hai Don't make a fool of others Dekh , tu "Shendi" mat laga sabko Just get out of here, you oversmart fool!! Chal e Shaaane,"Hawa" aan de I am not a stupid out here Apun kya "ALIBAUG" se nahi aaya There's some misunderstanding Arre kuch "Galat Faimili" ho gayi Do u drink daily? Tu kya roz "FULL TO" hota hai? See, You are afraid... Dekh, teri to "FAT" gayi Shall I just bash u? E Du kya "Kharcha Pani"? Just take him into a secret place Use jara "Khopche" me leke ja O... What a beautiful lady!! Kya "Zakaas Item" hai yaar!! What a sensuous/unexplainably sexy lady!! Kya "Raapchik Maal/Piece" hai yaar!! Don't just bluff..OK? E Jyaada "RAAG" mat de... Ya..she is staring at u.. buddy!!! Kya sahi "LINE" deti hai "Bhiduu"!! Don't take much tension... Jyaada "LOAD" nahi leneka kya?? Your clothes are very awkward!! Kya "ZAGMAG / DHINKCHAAK" pehna tune? I don't care about it much..!! Abe yaar , "Hata Saawan Ki Ghata" Please don't overbore me... Jyaada "PAKAA" mat be tu All this must be done without anyone's notice Sab kaam "SUUMDI" me hona chahiye kya ! Permalink
17:39 | 21/Feb/2008 |  4 Comment(s)
Saiyyan.......lovely song...... Hello Friends, I was just listning this track from "Kailash Kher" its an amezzing song and wordings are also written by Kailash kher. "Hire moti main na chahu maint to chahu sangam tera....." main to teri saiiyaan......tu hai mera.......... "saiyyan.....saiyyan...........tu jo chu le pyaar se aaram se mar jau, aja chanda bahon main tuj main hi gum ho jau main......tere naam main kho jaau....." Ban ke mala prem ki tere tan pe zar zar jau......baithu naiya prit ki sansaar se tar jau main..... Saiyyan.....Saiyyan..... Friends just listen the track its really very touchie.....     Permalink
13:24 | 14/Feb/2008 |  5 Comment(s)
Happy Valentine day.....! Happy valentine's Day To All Of You My Friends..... Permalink
22:06 | 31/Jan/2008 |  3 Comment(s)
Falling stars ! hello friends, I want to share a very lovely and unforgotable moment with all of you my friends.......... In one of my blog "love" i wrote one line "after all stars also fall" us se muje ek moment yaad aya. In Gujarat (kutchh) ther is one temple of "Maa Ashapura" is our Kuldevi wahan pe log Navratri main by walking jane ki mannat rakhte hai, people go by walking 100 kms, or 200 kms or some people go by walking from mumbai to kutchh also. Even i am going by walking since last 3 years 100 kms, by walking contineously it takes 2 nights and 3 days, and we have a group of lovely freinds we all go together and if  someone cant walk we encourage them to walk if not possible then they can go by any vehical. Most of time we walk in night as we cant bear the hot climate and heat of sun. So this time we were walking at night and all were like "ganpati path" or Om Namah Shivai" Or Gayatri Chalisa path kar rahe the, and on the way is very small small villages or not even a single house aisi place hoti hai to aasmaan jaise jamin ko chu raha ho waise dikhta hai pura aasmaan taaron se bhara hua tha and i love watching stars at night, so main to aasmaan ke sare taaron se mann hi mann main baatein kar rahi thi aur bahot khush thi itne saare taarein dekh kar i forgot tht my legs are paining as we all were walking contineously since last 2 days. Lekin i can never forget tht moment, i cant even explain tht how much i am happy that i have seen many many many "falling stars" i was like ! kya kahu ! i have no words. Actully muje taarein bahot pasand hai and  i was walking and ek taara tuta i was like jaldi se ek wish mang li, arre again aur tara tuta again wish mangi, and fir to morning 4 pm tak maine bahot tarrein tut te hue dekhe and wo hi meri unfogotable moment hai. jab maine mere saare friends se ye baat share ki sabne kaha arre tu ne to bahot saari wish maang li hongi, i said haan jab bhi taara tut te dekhti meri list badhti gayi ! sacchhi ! ab kya karu aisa hi hota hai ! I allways write about my journy experiance in my book so maine ye bhi likh ke rakha hai,so thought to share with all you my rediffiland friends.     Permalink
22:59 | 30/Jan/2008 |  2 Comment(s)
Kabhi yun bhi to ho ! Kabhi yun bhi to ho........ Dariya ka sahil ho pure chand ki raat ho aur tum aao....... Kabhi yun bhi to ho....... Pariyaon ki mehfil ho koi tumhari baat ho aur tum aao....... Kabhi yun bhi to ho....... Ye naram mulyam thandi hawayen jab ghar se tumahre guzre tumhari khushboo churaye mere ghar le aaye....... Kabhi yun bhi to ho......... Ye badal aisa tut ke barse mere dil ki tarah milne ko tumhara dil bhi tarse tum niklo ghar se....... Kabhi yun bhi to ho ! ! ! ! !   Permalink
15:46 | 29/Jan/2008 |  1 Comment(s)
Love ! Love..................   Love is what can be felt not told......, it can be given but not sold......, it comes when you least expect it and it leaves you when you really need it......   ~*~*~*~*~ Loving someone who dosent love you is like watching a star, u knw you can never reach, but u just have to keep on trying why not ? AFTER ALL STARS ALSO FALL !   Permalink
17:21 | 10/Jan/2008 |  3 Comment(s)
The sweetest word for some 1 u love truely.. The Sweetest Word Ever Said By Someone In True Love :   " I am jealous of the people You ever Hugged, Because for a moment They Held My World ..............." Permalink
16:49 | 10/Jan/2008 |  2 Comment(s)
One Glass Of Milk..........   Hello, Friends i am sharing one wonderful story with all of you......really i beleiv in this.......i hope you all will also like it. One Glass Of Milk One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry. He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water! . She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it so slowly, and then asked, How much do I owe you?" You don't owe me anything," she replied. "Mother has taught us never to accept pay for a kindness." He said ... "Then I thank you from my heart." As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit. Many year's later that same young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room. Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life. From that day he gave special attention to her case. After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room. She feared to open it, for sh e was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill. She read these words ... "Paid in full with one glass of milk" (Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly. Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: "Thank You, God, that Your love has spread broad through human hearts and hands." There's a saying which goes something like this: Bread cast on the waters comes back to you. The good deed you do today may benefit you or someone you love at the least expected time.  If you never see the deed again at least you will have made the world a better place - And, after all, isn't that what life is all about? Permalink
16:11 | 7/Dec/2007 |  3 Comment(s)
Some lovely words of Jagjit singh Gazals Hello Friends..... i was just listening gazals of Mr. Jagjit singh, and such a wonderful wording ! so i thought to share some of very touchie words of the Gazal's.....   "Tere baarein main jab socha nahi tha......main tanha tha magar itna nahi tha..... teri tasvir se hoti thi baatein mere kamre main aaiena nahi tha....... mana ne ruth ne ke khel main hi,,,,,,bichad jayenge ye socha nahi tha..... one more lovely wordings from a famous Gazal :- pyar mujse jo kiya tumne to kya paaogee....... pyaar mujse jo kiya tumne to kya paaogee !!!!mere halat ki aandhi main bikhar jaogi....... ranj aur dard ki basti ka main bashinda hun.......ye to bass main hu ke is haal main bhi jinda hu.....khwaab kyun dekhu wo kal jispe main sharminda hu, main jo sharminda hua tum bhi to sharmaogi....... pyaar mujse jo kiya tumne to kya paaogee !!!! kyun mere saath koi aur pareshan rahe......meri duniya hai jo viran to viran rahe,,,,,,jindgi ka ye safar tumpe to aasan rahe humsafar mujko banaogi to pachtaogi..... pyaar mujse jo kiya tumne to kya paaogee !!!! i think the freinds who like gazal's of Mr.Jagjit Singh will Surely like this lovely wording.......

INTAZAAR

“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….“

WAQT !

" Dil jo tuta to 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 .......

Ek choti si love story

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 

Ek choti si love story (part-2)

"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..."