These five letters word is the biggest belief in mankind…
You can’t force it, you can’t buy… all you have to do is to gain it…
“love all, trust few, trust only those who loves you”
Trust is the thing which you can see in the person’s eyes, in his thoughts, in his actions, in his speech… the one should be comfortable enough to trust you so that he/she can share their views, ideas and secrets with you…
There are people who can do anything to gain one’s trust but the thing they forget is you don’t have to do anything… it comes very naturally to whom to trust and whom to not… and if somebody trust you, you should be ready to do anything so that you will never break that particular person’s trust… cuz it’s the wealth which is earned with time, faith and heart… if you loose you will never be able to earn it again… its one of the most difficult thing to earn on this planet… don’t know about other planets.. ;)
People gonna come and go… the only which will stay back with you is their memories and trust in you…
be trustworthy…
Monday, September 28, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
MONEY...
'If money talks and bullshit walks, we walk in' ...
Is it the most essential thing for living..?.. I know you can buy a bread to eat but still... why their is so much of greed for money in the society. If you and your family are having all the 3 meals comfortably then why there is greed for more...
You can't buy happiness, love, smile, tears, a relation or rather anything from money and from my point of view these are the most essentials for one's living... There are people who are dying of hunger and poverty but still they aren't starving to earn money as our so call 'rich class' is...
I know there are people who loves to talk in thousand of crores and above that they don't know how many Zeros they have to add in that...
Money can only buy 'things' not the 'thoughts'...
If we eat, drink and sleep money then I would like to stay hungry for life, let my throat gets dry and let my eyes open till my last breathe...
Is it the most essential thing for living..?.. I know you can buy a bread to eat but still... why their is so much of greed for money in the society. If you and your family are having all the 3 meals comfortably then why there is greed for more...
You can't buy happiness, love, smile, tears, a relation or rather anything from money and from my point of view these are the most essentials for one's living... There are people who are dying of hunger and poverty but still they aren't starving to earn money as our so call 'rich class' is...
I know there are people who loves to talk in thousand of crores and above that they don't know how many Zeros they have to add in that...
Money can only buy 'things' not the 'thoughts'...
If we eat, drink and sleep money then I would like to stay hungry for life, let my throat gets dry and let my eyes open till my last breathe...
Unchangeable Changes...
In the end, its always me and my thoughts and my views...
Whenever I sense some change around me, I just withdraw myself rather than finding the cause for the change...
Sometimes these changes hurt a lot, I try to get back to myself and try to forget about the world but its hard, its easy to say but tough to admit... I don't like changes, though they are liked by many but in my case its all together different...
People change, their acts, their habits changes and moreover the way they look at you changes... I know its hard to keep an open heart, even your so call friends also behaves abnormally at times...
Changes have to be accepted but in my case its always hard to admit...
Whenever I sense some change around me, I just withdraw myself rather than finding the cause for the change...
Sometimes these changes hurt a lot, I try to get back to myself and try to forget about the world but its hard, its easy to say but tough to admit... I don't like changes, though they are liked by many but in my case its all together different...
People change, their acts, their habits changes and moreover the way they look at you changes... I know its hard to keep an open heart, even your so call friends also behaves abnormally at times...
Changes have to be accepted but in my case its always hard to admit...
Some Facts and Mistakes
We Indians loves to butcher the English language by the wrong pronunciation or by following stupid stupid accents..
We love to pronounce " schedule " as " skedule ", but we always forget that we are suppose to follow British English not the American one...
And when we are at some restaurant or at the bar, at the end we smartly ask for " cheque " which is wrong and inappropriate. The reason behind this is , Americans calls it a cheque as they call their currency as bill...
BUT BUT BUT, we have to follow all the negative and wrong things which are existing in the society. We speak smartly but the impact is just horrible... There are lot of things which we say wrongly just cuz everybody is pronouncing it wrongly and you can't dare to correct it rightly...
Learn to speak and write correctly, if you can't then please use your mother-tongue as its one of the most beautiful and oldest language.
We love to pronounce " schedule " as " skedule ", but we always forget that we are suppose to follow British English not the American one...
And when we are at some restaurant or at the bar, at the end we smartly ask for " cheque " which is wrong and inappropriate. The reason behind this is , Americans calls it a cheque as they call their currency as bill...
BUT BUT BUT, we have to follow all the negative and wrong things which are existing in the society. We speak smartly but the impact is just horrible... There are lot of things which we say wrongly just cuz everybody is pronouncing it wrongly and you can't dare to correct it rightly...
Learn to speak and write correctly, if you can't then please use your mother-tongue as its one of the most beautiful and oldest language.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
cOlOuRs
People take it in different manner, people say it in a different manner...
Red, Yellow, Green etc., different people will choose their different colour or rather their individual colour. Some colours are linked with their 'luck' whereas some just for their sake. It all depends and suits one's personality and its all one's perception...
World is fighting on Black and White, white alwayz hate the blacks and blacks always hate the whites but human tendency is, mostly Blacks will wear White and White will wear Black...
We stop on Red and we move on green, red is for alert and green is for prosperity, its all interlinked...
We all live with so many colours, we all see so many colours, still we say that our life is colourless. Black and White colours are the most bold colours in our life, so if your life is Black and White, you should be proud of it, its more intense and deeper...
'I must say you shouldn't be colourful in life but you should add all the colours in your life'...
Red, Yellow, Green etc., different people will choose their different colour or rather their individual colour. Some colours are linked with their 'luck' whereas some just for their sake. It all depends and suits one's personality and its all one's perception...
World is fighting on Black and White, white alwayz hate the blacks and blacks always hate the whites but human tendency is, mostly Blacks will wear White and White will wear Black...
We stop on Red and we move on green, red is for alert and green is for prosperity, its all interlinked...
We all live with so many colours, we all see so many colours, still we say that our life is colourless. Black and White colours are the most bold colours in our life, so if your life is Black and White, you should be proud of it, its more intense and deeper...
'I must say you shouldn't be colourful in life but you should add all the colours in your life'...
Friday, September 18, 2009
Saturday Morning
On a lazy saturday morning when you are lying in bed, drifting in and out of sleep,
there is a space where fantasy and reality become one... Are you awake or are you dreaming.?.
You see people and things ; some are familiar ; some are strange...
You talk, you feel, but you move without walking ; you fly without wings...
Your mind and your body exist, but on separate planes...
Time stands still... For me, this is the feeling I have...
there is a space where fantasy and reality become one... Are you awake or are you dreaming.?.
You see people and things ; some are familiar ; some are strange...
You talk, you feel, but you move without walking ; you fly without wings...
Your mind and your body exist, but on separate planes...
Time stands still... For me, this is the feeling I have...
Main aur Meri Tanhayee aksar ye baatein karte hain...
I see you with my close eyes...
I dream about you with my open eyes...
I can hear your voice even when you are too far...
I talk to you when I know you won't reply...
I could feel your presence when I know you aren't around...
Thats how much I love you...
Look what you have done...
I dream about you with my open eyes...
I can hear your voice even when you are too far...
I talk to you when I know you won't reply...
I could feel your presence when I know you aren't around...
Thats how much I love you...
Look what you have done...
When Present remembers the Past
Wouldn’t all of us want to go back to the time when :-
‘getting high’ meant ‘on a swing’…
‘drinking’ meant ‘apple juice’….
‘dad’ was the only ‘hero’…
‘love’ was ‘mom’s hug’…
‘dad’s shoulder’ was the ‘highest place on the earth’…
your ‘worst enemies’ were your ‘siblings’…
the only thing that could ‘hurt’ were ‘skinned knees’…
the only things ‘broken’ were your ‘toys’…
and ‘goodbyes’ only meant ‘till tomorrow’…
Friday, August 14, 2009
Is there anybody out there....???...
good good everything...
now this blog belongs to a working man... i ve joined Genpact as Process Associate on 29th of July...
now the days are hectic but still i am enjoying every moment here... looong days, short nights...
waiting for weekends is seriously fun...
living here with i guess my 1st friend of my life...Manan, popularly known as Ranu...here popularly means for the people whoz his family... though hez 2 yrs elder to me but never realized this gap... having gr8 time during weekdays and full masti on weekends... i am still waiting for his cooking though... na jaane kab chicken banake khilaayega...
rest all is fine....
cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeers....
now this blog belongs to a working man... i ve joined Genpact as Process Associate on 29th of July...
now the days are hectic but still i am enjoying every moment here... looong days, short nights...
waiting for weekends is seriously fun...
living here with i guess my 1st friend of my life...Manan, popularly known as Ranu...here popularly means for the people whoz his family... though hez 2 yrs elder to me but never realized this gap... having gr8 time during weekdays and full masti on weekends... i am still waiting for his cooking though... na jaane kab chicken banake khilaayega...
rest all is fine....
cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeers....
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Missing Nani Maa...
if i am the third generation of the family then here is the end of the first...
i slept like everyday at 2 in the night and jus after 2 hrs at 4 o'clock dad woke me up and said get ready we are going to delhi...
in that moment of silence, i couldn't ask him why cuz i think i knew the answer... Nani Maa is no more.
She was my eldest friend... we used to share jokes, laughs, family issues etc etc.... we used to talk for hrs n hrs...
11 dayz before she was talking about my marriage wid me n mumma and she promised me that she gonna sit with me on the horse.
She broke but i think her promise isn't ... She was very close to 4 of us i.e. Papa, Mumma , Di and myself... she used to have topics to talk about with each one of us...
well she lived her life and achieved her last goal and that was Di's marriage... i was jus sitting and calculating that she died 131 dayz after Di's marriage... if we write these dayz in a date form then it is 1/31 i.e. Di's marriage day and she lived and struggled for that particular day and time...
here is a poem by W.H.Auden which really touched me...
"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message She is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
She was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good."
Missing you Nani Maa... please be with us all the time... we need you.
i slept like everyday at 2 in the night and jus after 2 hrs at 4 o'clock dad woke me up and said get ready we are going to delhi...
in that moment of silence, i couldn't ask him why cuz i think i knew the answer... Nani Maa is no more.
She was my eldest friend... we used to share jokes, laughs, family issues etc etc.... we used to talk for hrs n hrs...
11 dayz before she was talking about my marriage wid me n mumma and she promised me that she gonna sit with me on the horse.
She broke but i think her promise isn't ... She was very close to 4 of us i.e. Papa, Mumma , Di and myself... she used to have topics to talk about with each one of us...
well she lived her life and achieved her last goal and that was Di's marriage... i was jus sitting and calculating that she died 131 dayz after Di's marriage... if we write these dayz in a date form then it is 1/31 i.e. Di's marriage day and she lived and struggled for that particular day and time...
here is a poem by W.H.Auden which really touched me...
"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message She is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
She was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good."
Missing you Nani Maa... please be with us all the time... we need you.
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