just give it a thought

Hi!Have you ever wondered why some thoughts click you instantly,strike a chord the moment you read them as if written for you only......so here are some (a few written by me n few read0which i simply love

*Have u ever wondered why only a few classmates get closer to u?
out of so many colors why a few r favourites?
out of the whole album why only a few snaps ger a longer stare with a smile?
why we have a special song to hear a 100 times?
a fav. outfitthat makes us look hours in mirror
...Bcoz only few THINGS &PEOPLE reach the strings of heart &make LIFE BEAUTIFUL.................

*"It is not enough to be busy. So are the ants. The question is: What are we busy about?" 

*Some things, are not meant to last.
Some, were robbed and some were lost.
Things change and so do people.
Friends left, and some just stop being frien.
So learn to let go… except my FRIENDSHIP with you!
...I will forever be a friend to you, that’s true, but…
Don’t ever leave me when things go wrong.For the friendship we have started is where we belong.

*Marriage
is a door which looks out upon a beautiful view. As that door is opened
and the horizon unfolds before you, know that nothing is sweeter than
the warmth of one hand within another"

*Who should be blamed when a leaf fell from a tree
Is it the wind that blew it away or The tree that let it go or Is it the leaf who grew tired holding on..............
Life unfolds a lot of misunderstandings everyday,its upto us to solve it or live with it
a truth of life-just give it a thought for a second

*Life is one of those races in nursery school
where u have to run with a marble on a spoon,kept in your mouth
if the marble falls,there is no point winning
same is with life where health n relations are marbles
so be sincere n not serious

*Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now.
They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and
listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you
save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation,
try delousing the closet in your own room. -bill gates

When to the garden of untroubled thought
I came of late, and saw the open door,
And wished again to enter, and explore
The sweet, wild ways with stainless bloom inwrought,
Then just within the gate I saw a child, --
...A stranger-child, yet to my heart most dear;
He held his hands to me, and softly smile
"Come in," he said, "and play awhile with me;"
"I am the little child you used to be.

*How are we so "different"?

If "different" is just a thing.

If we all have certain features,
...
What does "different" bring?.

Looks can't show "difference",

If they're just there to be seen.

If you don't look like someone else,

Why are they so mean?

If being "different" is what is wrong,

I'd rather not be right.

And I'd want to finish living,

Doing the "different" fight.

*Love is like life...............its not alwayz happiness,it brings a lil pain too
but when we don't stop living,y should we stop loving..................... 

*Life
is like a library owned by the author.
In it are a few books which he wrote himself,
but most of them were written for him.

*In the end we only regret the chances we didn't take
the relationships we were scared to have
and the decisions we waited too long to make
There comes a time when u realize who matters,who doesn't&who always will
so don't worry about the people from ur past
...THERE'S A REASON THEY DIDN'T MAKE IT TO YOUR FUTURE...........

*So when we realize we have turned up mature??????????
its finally when we are able to joke about things that once broke our heart............

*i have seen castles made of sand,

met peolpe who believe destiny is engraved on palm of their hands

i have seen people change their faith,love change into hate

i have seen peole grow younger with age n a bird who cudn't fly out of open cage

i have seen love sold for money,people are devastated inside but outside funny

i have seen unicorn fall in love with toad,people who owned half the city have now hit the road

perfection doesn't exist,we are all defected

someone may believe u r one in a million,for ohers u r just another nobody in a million

so live life with all that u have,cherish all moments happy or sad

'COZ LIFE IS TOO SHORT N WE ARE JUST HERE FOR A MOMENT

.......................WITH LOVE-SEHAR

 

 

GOD'S OWN PLANS

Once there was this young girl who had a family of academicians &her family wanted her to read,write &learn.So her father arranged a teacher to teach her at home but as she grew up she realized she never liked reading &writing ,she loved to sing ,sing along with flowing breeze,along with flying birds .when she told this to her parents they never approved of it &in turn told her that good girls don't move out singing,furious over it they married her to a wealthy merchant.Time flew away &her desire to sing remained buried in her heart .She became a mother to a baby girl &on that day she decided she would make her daughter a singer who would be appreciated by all ,gradually the baby turned into a lovely girl &her mother arranged a tutor to teach her singing ,her mother started crafting dreams for her daughter &the girl stated with her classes.The girl realized gradually that she never struck the chord with songs,rather it was the music in which she loved to dance,she enjoyed dancing to the tunes,with the butterflies,among the flowers &one day she told this to her mother in presence of her teacher mother got angry &shouted"do you know i was never allowed to learn music,i tried to complete my unfulfilled dreams through you&now you are saying you want to dance.Good girls never dance"&Then her parents got her married to a merchant the girl was sad&disappointed but then she accepted her destiny &said to herself she would never restrict her daughter from dancing would arrange for dance classes so that she could dance to the tune of her life .She became mother &when her girl grew up she called her daughter&said that she has arranged dance classes for her &wished to see her as a great dancer one day.the girl started learning to dance &one fine day the mother all enthusiastic &excited went to her class to inquire about her girl's progress .The teacher told her she never dances properly&is the least interested child .She came home ,asked her &the girl said"I don't like dancing mummy, i love reading books,looking at colorful pictures,reading stories.Mother ,the library interests me more than dance classes"mother sat down with forehead in her hands &then she realized-YOU CAN NEVER PLAN THE FUTURE OF YOUR KIDS,GOD HAS THEIR OWN PLANS FOR THEM .......LET THEM FOLLOW THEIR DREAMS SO THAT THEY CAN WRITE THEIR OWN STORIES,DANCE TO THEIR TUNES &SING THEIR LIFE'S SONG

 by ...........sehar

DIL TO BACHHA HAI JI...................

Once upon a time  I would start preparing for Diwali a month in advance. No, I’d not be helping my mother with the cleaning or discuss about gifts for our relatives.

Almost a month before Diwali, I’d plan my new dress for the day, figure out rangoli patterns for each day, pester my parents to take me shopping for lights and lanterns, buy heaps of crackers on the way home, insist on buying the most beautiful candles and do everything that was suppose to be done to make this festival what it’s meant to be – a festival of lights!

In fact, pre-Diwali was one of those rare occasions when my mother actually encouraged my hyper-active nature; because in my excitement I’d do half the work myself! I wouldn’t be half as enthusiastic to celebrate my birthday. After all, isn’t Diwali the festival that brings together friends and family?

we had this huge red tub, which would be brought out of the storeroom only during this festival. we’d store our crackers in it and protect it with  life &always ensured that it was equally divided between all siblings n spend hours over it. My crackers were so precious to me during Diwali! I hated it when my old relatives would frown and say – ‘Don’t you see what a waste of money these are? You are practically burning money!’ Being as small as I was, I’d just scowl back and walk away!.when was the last time when we all gathered together for"lakshmi puja" &were more interested in crackers burning outside

However, something changed over the years. I failed to celebrate Diwali, in the manner that I always did, just before appearing for my tenth board exams. Because the main focus was on studies, I actually felt that this festival had taken a backseat in my life for the very first time. So after criticizing our government for the bad timing of exams, I decided that the coming years would be better!

Did it get any better? Well may be the year after was not so bad, but then came the HSC exams, and once again Diwali celebrations did not happen. There on, with every successive year I realised Diwali was never the same!

What changed? Had I grown up? But why had the world grown up along with me? Why was it that with every passing year, people did not bother to bring out their lights or family get-togethers became less important than business deals? Are we all running way too fast to enjoy the festive spirit of India?

When was the last time you bothered to wake up early and change the rangoli design? Or took the time to clear your wardrobe and offer your old clothes to the needy? Or like everyone else, did you decide to use this day as another ‘bank holiday,’ choosing to stay at home to relax after your hectic work schedule? It’s easy to see that this festival of lights grows dimmer each year!

It seems like Diwali is a festival only for kids. After all they’re the only ones spending hours with the fuljhadis, parachutes and other crackers. Who ever knew growing up would be so boring?

So this year, like before, I decided to become a kid again and spend hours decorating my home with lights and colours, to make a plan and step out of home to meet relatives and indulge in sweets and delicacies. ­­­After all it is worth becoming a child again to enjoy the festive spirit of Diwali!
Time never comes back,so go ahead enjoy every festival,every moment................SEHAR

MEMORIES

You walked in to my life,
But just like that,
You walked back out,
Still you will be a memory,
A memory that I have created in my mind,
Still you will be a memory,
A memory that will always be locked,
Away in my heart and my mind,
I will always have a memory of you in my heart,
And I will always carry that picture of you in my mind,
Still you will be a memory, 

So frnds i m back with "MEMORIES"

so good or bad memories are always memories

memories have the power to bring both tears in ur eyes n smile on ur lips together

go ahead n relive ur memories

* like the wind crying endlessly for the moment,the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we are, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment'

“I worked so hard for that first kiss
And a heart don’t forget something like that

Like an old photograph
Time can make a feeling fade
But the memory of a first love
Never fades away.”

“When you live with another person for 50 years, all of your memories are invested in that person, like a bank account of shared memories. It’s not that you refer to them constantly. In fact, for people who do not live in the past, you almost never say, “Do you remember that night we...?” But you don’t have to. That is the best of all. You know that the other person does remember. Thus, the past is part of the present as long as the other person lives. It is better than any scrapbook, because you are both living scrapbooks    . 

                                                                     “Forgiving does not erase the bitter past. A healed memory is not a deleted memory. Instead, forgiving what we cannot forget creates a new way to remember. We change the memory of our past into a hope for our future.”

“Always remember to slow down in life; live, breathe, and learn; take a look around you whenever you have time and never forget everything and every person that has the least place within your heart.”

I'm not going to buy my kids an encyclopedia. Let them walk to school like I did.n create their own memories                                                                                                                           

                                                                                                                         Never wait until tomorrow to hug someone you could hug today,
because when you give one, you get one right back your way.

 so fnds go ahead n relive ur memories-memories of childhood,memories of school,memories of the first crush,the first love,the first kiss,n memories of the relation that u cud not make up or broke up.

as i always say "LIFE IS FOR ONCE N CREATE THE BEST MEMORIES"

I feel a warmth around me
like your presence is so near,
And I close my eyes to visualize
your face when you were here,
I endure the times we spent together
and they are locked inside my heart,
For as long as I have those memories
we will never be apart,
Even though we cannot speak no more
my voice is always there,
Because every night before I sleep
I have you in my prayer.

......................................................WITH FOND MEMORIES-SEHAR

KARWA GUJAR GAYA...............HUM GUBAAR DEKHTE RAHE

for everybody who must be wondering how these lines came into my mind...............today we went to railway station to bid one of our friend goodbye n seeing him going the last four months  of my delhi stay  ,which are going to end in a few days flashed by
when i left bhilai i did so with tears in my eyes,determination in my mind &definately a lil confusion about how my coaching duration would be &then my coachings at vajiram started

SO I WANNA DEDICATE THIS POST TO  A FEW WHO MADE MY DELHI STAY A  REAL MEMORABLE TIME.......N HERE I GO
to start with at vajiram initialy i felt the environment intoxicating ,nobody talking to anyone,everybody engrossed in"the hindu"but then as it always happens i started talking to my next seat students &then slowly ,unknowingly i made a cool group out there  so it never ocurred that i m alone in this capital city
one peculiar but a sweet thing ocurred to me -when i left bhilai i was pooja,pooju ,tripathi but here everybody i repeat everyone called me "dr sahab"
*My group at vajiram-sunil for whom cracking civils is a promise made to someone,prakash-person with great knowledge but bad luck when it come to civils,amit-married but not happy about being so (joking amit......i know u missed bhabhi like hell),shilpa-freedom for the first time n a sweet gal,shreee-still a kid who went sad agar test me no. kam aa jaye n went all blushing if a girl sits besides him--------i wud always miss u frnds ,we were called"terror group" ,our chai time masti.leg pulling everyone&studying together-------wanna tell u all that u were like family n u always took care of me

*At Drishti-i made some really good freinds at drishti too n to list them surely Nidhi wud take the lead --a cute kid not only by her age but by her actions too is a sweetheart n nidhi n uski didi ki jodi became famous in class,second one is surely "shubhra"-with whom my nature,thinking,views match to such an extent that sometimes i see a persona of mine in her wud miss u dear
*Mrs Joshi-a retd bank employee with whom i met in metro journeys n who used to wait for me in rajiv chowk n she was a guide,frnd who confided in me ,understood me n whose fav dialogue used to be"tu doctor nahi lagti,bachhi lagti hai"
*Kapuria sir-those who complain of ageing n time having passed away go n meet kapuria sir-full of life ,energy,romanticism n his dial"u broke my heart into pieces........."
*there are many frnds who wud indeed be missed n who made my delhi stay a nice one
*last but definately not the least-Vikas Sir--------i never met a person like him before ,completely down to earth,an amazing human being with great sense of humour,ever so helping
he broke all the misconceptions i had about the teachers of coaching classes that they are overtly professional ,never interact(majority of them are) he is an absolutely wonderful person i would surely miss u sir n wanna thanku for all the support

  Swapna-jhare phool se,
Meet-chubhe shool se,

Lut gaye singaar sabhi baag ke babool se,
Aur hum khade-khade bahaar dekhte rahe,
Karvan guzar gaya, Gubar dekhte rahe.

Neend bhi khuli na thi ki hai dhoop dhal gayi,
Paon jab talak uthe ki zindagi fisal gayi,
Paat-paat jhar gaye ki shaakh-shaakh jal gayi,
Chah to nikal saki na par umar nikal gayi.

Geet ashk ban gaye,
chhand ho dafan gaye,
Saath ke sabhi diye dhuan-dhuan pehen gaye,
Aur hum jhuke-jhuke,
Mod par ruke-ruke,
Umar ke chadhaav ka utaar dekhte rahe,
Karvan guzar gaya, Gubar dekhte rahe!

BUS PYAAR KA NAAM NA LENA.....I HATE LOVE STORIES..........

HI frnds
i know u may be wondering that what i am trying to say???????
na na i m not going to criticaly review the movie nor discuss the cute Imran Khan(sorry for disappointing all imran's fans) or the happenning sonam kapoor
so lets start with the incident which ended up with this post
yesterday at the mid of nightwhen i was struggling with "fundamental rights "(i mean i was studying) i got a call from my frnd n she sounded very terrified n nervous .I asked her the reason she said"i am going home this weekend"i said so? she said i am going to talk about marriage(this girl basicaly belongs to rajasthan n is in love with a boy who belongs to the so called backward class)
then i started the same old dialogues "dekh yaar ekdum se to nahi manenge but they are educated n the guy is nice yaar to all will be
well"
she said"wo mujhe maar to nahi denge"
i was shocked, a girl so independent n outspoken is talking like this
i persuaded har that her fear is baseless n she should sleep
but was it really baseless???????
every other day we read in newspapers the increasing no of cases of  honour killing

n i dedicate this post to all the family of suffered n the so called heads of society (samaj ke thekedaar) with all due honour
BUS PYAAR KA NAAM NA LENA I HATE LOVE STORYS
  IS THIS WHAT A LIFE TO BE?
we are living in 21st the so called civilized society n its sad rather pity to read about these incidents
with what right u teach this young unripe minds the biggies of"democracy,freedom n what not",when u kill ur own daughter,your own sister.a member of your clan just for the reason that she has  loved someone not from your caste,your religion or other gotra
we start as these children who see their parents so much in love  
which makes their life perfect ,we grow up with stories of"raja rani"in which raja does anything for love of rani,we hear about the eternal love of "Radha-Krishna"both from our mummy n from the hindi teacher teaching us "shringar kaal ki kavitaye",we still grow up n in every movie we see"simran running up for raj","pooja confessing her love for rahul","jay singing a song for aditi"............n the list never ends
but when someone from our own family raises the issue that he/she loves someone genuinely our masks go down n double standards emerge in name of "parampara n pratishta" WOW...........
What the right we have to call ourselves human when we take a life just for the sake of love?arent those animals far better than us?????
n astonished to see that our cities are no far behind the villages to carry out this inhuman task

its high time youth of our country should come forward to remove this slowly emerging social stigma
"kyu kisi ki baat se ye man aaj udaas hai
kyu laga ki aaj ye kalam chalni chahiye
kyu in chut te hue hathon ne mujhse ye kaha
kyu na meri zindagi ka mol milna chahiye"


  mere seene me na sahi
tere seene  me hi sahi ho kahin bhi par ye aag jalni chahiye.........
DEDICATED TO ALL THOSE WHO LOST THEIR LIVES IN NAME OF HONOUR KILLING..............posted by sehar

is love always beautiful???????????

hi frnds
there are many who are so lucky in love ,for whom the life is like a fairy tale with a happy ending of prince charming n lovely princess's love story
my post is not for them only my wishes for them

a ques always comes in my mind -IS LOVE ALWAYS BEAUTIFUL??????????? n the answer is certainly a big no 
so what does actually goes wrong in every story that starts with love n ends with sorrow
"someday u wud cry for me like i cried for u,someday u wud miss me like i missed u,someday u wud need me like i needed u,someday u wud love me but i wud surely not love you"
it starts all with lack of understanding,lack of time(more so in long distance relationships) n the feeling that"why dont u understand me"
its such that we are so used to that sugar coated words in initial days of courtship that we fail to adjust to the emerging realities
"love is like a tender flower don't strangle in between Ur fingers it wud die" 

 but there is silver lining in dark cloud some of my frnds(akansha for instance) who are maintaining LDR very well n kudos to them
n for those who cudn't make it-life doesn't end just remember its the same person whom u once loved
LOVE MAY HAVE ENDED BUT DONT END UP RESPECT FOR EACH OTHER PAIN WUD BE LESSER

FIFA WORLD CUP N ?????????????

its not a story which is imaginary ,an incident that i wud definately like to relate to FIFA WORLD CUP 2010 
very very upset with argentina's n to be specific messi's performance
it seemed that these celebs dont deserve all the love n appreciation that we the fans give to them so i decided to take a break from this hectic schedule,mourning over brazil n argentina n decided to go to sarojini market for shopping -an every gal's moood buster
deboarded metro at rajiv chowk took an auto to sarojini nagar market with auto wale bhaiya's statement"meter se chalenge madam ji "price rise" hua hai auto fair me"(he literaly used the word price hike)
so i headed off towards sarojini market n took out the newspaper from my bag delhi times said"DHONI TO MARRY SAAKSHI" I WAS DISAPPOINTED NOTHING IS FALLING IN PLACE  i sometimes wonder why every most eligible's bachelor's marriage disaapoints girls(as if just 1 week before he had asked my hand out for marriage........)khair dhoni didnt ditched me  n the very feeling itself that i m going for shopping excited me The weather was lovely with the song"aate jaate huste gaate .socha tha maine man me kai baar"being played in autowent pass the india gate with lil showers a few couples were sitting on grass holding hands it felt romance was in air some memories flashed by n dhoni n messi took a back seat passing by janpath n akbar road made me feel good n proud about the green,clean n happy delhi
my auto then stopped at one of the red signals n then a child aged 7-9 yrs came rushing to sell coloured pens ,a girl came running with all fashion magazine's old edition  to sell ,it was sad to see these small children in their school going age striving to make a living
i decided to buy those pens while i was taking out money from my wallet a boy came running n said :madam ji 10 rs me 10 le lo ye to sirf 5 de raha hai" n they starting fighting hitting each other badly before i cud say anything signal went green n my auto wala bhaiya said"dilli me naye ho? in bachho ko muh mat lagaya karo"i turned back the images of two children fighting faded away n the scenes of romantic couple,india gate,soccer,dhoni.rains every one of them stayed at the signal only n i thought "THIS IS WHAT A LIFE TO BE" ,why life is not so romantic for these children?.why the girl selling vogue magazine was not wearing a proper dress herself? have they ever used the pens they were selling?are we lucky that we have sophisticated problems to worry about or are they cursed that their problem is 5 rs? 

with all these ques in my mind suddenly auto stopped n i heard"lo ji madam jiaaa gaya aapka sarojini"........n i replied"wapas le chalo bhaiya raajiv chowk"......................

where did those flock of birds went away??????????????????

Hi everybody

its world's environment day and a question came to my mind"where did those flock of birds went away"
when we were those lil children we always used to look up to the sky in evenings to see the whole gang n gang of birds flying high up in sky ,there were sparrows,parrots n endless no of colorful birds
but go n have a look at them now
"they have vanished somewhere"
thanx to us.to the civilized mankind to what we have made of our mother nature

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man has been endowed with the power to create
So that he can addd to what he's been given
But upto now he hasent been a creator
Only a destroyer
Forests keep destroying
Rivers drying up
Wildlife becoming extinct
Climate ruined
&land becoming uglier day by day
i am not here to discuss what can be the after effects if we keep on destroying the mother nature in the name of development at this pace only

  do we want that our future generations to know about sparrows through books n internet only???????????
dont they deserve to feel the miracle of mother nature through themselves???????????
i just wanna tell that we have taken so much from our mother nature that we owe her something n to our future generations also
"" I think that i will never see
a poem as lovely as tree
a tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against earth's sweet flowing breast
A tree that looks at god all the day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray
 A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robbins in her hair
Upon whose blossom sun has lain
Who intimately lives with rain
Poems are made by fools like me
But only god can make a tree"""""""""
HAPPY ENVIRONMENTS DAY
 

I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE ....HMMMMM.......HMMMM........ AM I SURE?

hi everybody
i thought about writing on this topic 'coz have you all wondered what we always wanted to be right from the time we started uttering words
just take ur wheel of memories in a reverse gear n u wud also wonder"ya !it always changed"

so here i am just trying to recall "WHAT I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE" 

when i first stepped into school i came across our class teacher "miss priya chablani" so pretty,so beautiful,so lovely to talk n everybody loved her she entered school empty handed n went away with a bunch of flowers ,every girl/boy wanted to share tiffin with her so i wanted to be like priya mam -a teacher

Then started another journey dad gifted me a colourful story book called"CINDRELLA"on my birthday n believe me all through my dreams i wanted to be cindrella ,one day i infact woke up to wash dishes n to look for the pumpkin cart n magical shoes those days...........very like fairy tales........in search of a charming prince
Then i came out of this dilemma that life is not a fairy tale n cindrella's fever ended up my great grandmother came to live with us from our village n like every elderly she also took her moral duty to entertain us with raja-rani,good vs evil,tales n one fine day she told us stories about India's freedom struggle she was an eye witness to it n  narrated to us in her own peculiar way with a tag line"fir bhi aaj ke jamene se angrezi raaz behtar tha" we were a;ways glued to her intresting stories full of bravery,valour n patriotism n one fine day came the story of "rani lakshmi bai"omg........i was so impressed n yes that was i wanted to be

"khub ladi mardani wo to jhansi wali rani thi"
a woman fighting against all odds for her country,for her self respect n no less than a man yes i wanted to be like that only

FIR ek din  we were asked by our house incharge to prepare a house board on "mother teresa" collecting information about her n reading about her made me realize how great the lady was so frnds 4 a time being i wanted to be mother teresa also

It was 1994 n sushmita sen became miss universe n it was "SUSH N AISH" everywhere media was full of praises indian women were recognized globaly n indeed they repesented a medium of change that was creeping into women's society i loved sush 4 that n yes .......... no need to repeat 
As i grew up i realized i was more affected by things happening around us social change,politics was my area of intrest thanx to my family where there always occured healthy discussions about political happennings my mom always adored "INDIRA GANDHI" n every discussion ended with my mom's statement"par indira ji jaisa dusra nahi aa sakta"

so when my ideas started taking proper shape i wanted to be like indira ji-a woman of fierce determination,substance,strong determination n having her own important place in a men's world

In between my heart felt with joy when "Kalpana Chawla"became 1st indian woman to go into space i loved her for her marvellous achievement,down to earth personality n simplicity

But u know what ?now i wanna be me n only me .i dont wanna be anybody else i want to be known by"Dr Pooja Tripathi" of whom my family n frnds be proud of
"I look around me
and my eyes confound me
and its coming into sight
at last happiness has found me
i dont have to search anymore 
all this time it was me i was looking for
in the dark i have found light
n it feels like never before"
sehar.........................................

THE BOY WHO WANTED TO MARRY ME.......................

I KNOW EVERYBODY MUST BE WONDERING WHAT AM I TRYING TO SAY????????????????

SS

SO  HERE I AM BACK TO DISCUSS WITH U ALL

A STORY ,A REAL ONE N ITS NOT ROMANTIC BUT FULL

OF LOVE,CARE N COMPASSION INDEED

 it happened one fine day when i was a "house surgeon" in the department of "pedodontia"(for my non medico frnds its a dept. for children) n it was a lazy afternoon when this 7 year boy called"DIVYANSH" came in with the help of his father n just tossing the nearby things so that he may not crash with them

At one view it appeared he was blind but as i went closer i came to

i asked his dad about him to which he said"namaste madamji"in his "tuti futi"speech n he instantly replied ki "mere daant me bahut dard hota hai" i asked his father the child's history n then i came to know that they lived in suburb region called "basna" Divyansh was a sick child from a younger age n they showed him to a local,quack doctor

know that not only his sight but also his speech was impaired

but when his health deteriorated they brought him to raipur n then thru the very experienced pediatrician  "padamshree Dr A. T. Dabke"they came to know that he had brain tumour n wwas in a very advanced stage n was referred to tata memorial ,mumbai where he underwent a surgery where he lost his sight n speeech partialy

"Divyansh" was a weak child.frail looking,almost no hair ,in pain but everyday in his 2.30 appointments he came wearing a smile on his face n his particular "namaste madamji" i loved the sitting i had with him i gradualy came to understand his stammering speech n we had a long talk also he was an exceptionaly brave child n always said "injection se to ladkiya roti hai ladke nahi" 

n then one day i asked him"bade hoke kya banoge" he replied "doctor" i asked "kyu" n answer was"mai un sab logo ko injection lagaunga jinhone meko lagaya hai aur sab bimari ka ilaaj nikalunga"

first time i realized what emotional turmoil n pain he is going through to carry the conversation on i asked "fir dr banke kya karoge" he said "shaadi" i asked with whom n answer was"mai aapse shaadi karunga madamji" i laughed with tears in my eyes

so"HE WAS THE BOY WHO WANTED TO MARRY ME............."

one day he didn't come ,other day also n then three days i called his home n his mother told he has gone to mumbai for a surgery i prayed for the child n after many weeks divyansh slept out of my mind n one fine day i got a call from his father saying that they are celebrating his bday 'coz maybe this was his last one n on his special demand he wanted to invite his "madamji"

on 6th may i went to his home n my eyes searching 4 the boy who proposed me n there was divyansh wearing his bday cap n so weak so frail n his vision lost completely he was happy to know that "madamji aayi hai" the party continued n i cud clearly see the smile on family's faces n pain in their eyes party went on with antakshari,fun games etc

then i  bid him goodbye as i wanted to run from that place as soon as i cud i kissed on his forehead n he asked will i come in his next bday also?knowing that this promise cud be never kept i promised n then said goodbye to everyone suddenly he called from back "madamjiiiiiiiiii"i turned n there he was offering me the same old "coconut toffee"which he used to bring in his appointments

i still wonder how he may be?but cant gather the courage to call at his home

I MISS YOU DIVYANSH ALWAYS IN MY MEMORIES 

IT MAY NOT HAVE BEEN A ROMANTIC MARRIAGE PROPOSAL BUT INDEED THE SWEETEST A GIRL CAN EVER HAVE

"GOD TOOK A LOOK AROUND HIS GARDEN N SAW AN EMPTY SPACE  HE TOOK A LOOK AROUND EARTH N SAW UR TIRED FACE HE PUT HIS ARMS AROUND U N LIFTED U TO REST 'COZ HE KNEW THAT U R SWEETEST FLOWER N HE ONLY PICKS THE BEST ,SO HE CLOSED UR WEARY EYES N WHISPERED COME TO ME,WITH TEARFUL EYES I WATCHED U N SAW U SLIPPED AWAY"""""""""""""""""""""""""""

 

kahin tumhe jab chod ke aao....................................

kahin tumhe jab chod ke aao

to lagta dil udaaas hai

kabhi tumse jab dur jao

to lagta dil me kuch aas hai

 tumhe aankhon se ojhal hote dekhna

kahin kuch acha nahi lagta

ye din ka yu gujar jana

kuch sachha nahi lagta

in hawao ka chalna

yu patto ka hilna

jaise dharti ko boondo ka intezaar hai

alvida kehte hue ye aankhen

jaise keh rahi ho

"ye meri ek aur khubsurat yaaad hai"

sehar......................

MAA TUJHE SALAM-HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

sakht raasto pe aasaan safar lagta hai
ye meri  maa ki duao ka asar lagta hai
ek muddat se meri maa nahi soyi jab
maine kaha"maa mujhe raat me dar lagta hai"

hi everybody
its mother's day- a day for mumma,mummy .maa........
MOTHER-a word thats higher than god in our lives
from the day we opened our eues in this world the first person we saw was "maa"{n lets accept that was love at first sight}

the first word,the first walk.the first cry,the first laughter,the first  fall n every little events of our life became her reasons to smile ,reasons to live

 for me mom has always been a strict woman in my life as i was always pampered by daddy
but now when i look back i realise it was mom who made me a good human being  i may have not understood then but ur "rok tok"only saved me from this mean world
maa u were the one whose life circulated around us from our homework to tutions to uniforms to shoe laces to every lil thing i

still remember maa when i was very ill u used to lay awake all night ,smiling before me n sobbing in other room{i heard it maa}
i saw u praying ,requesting n bribing god thru ur vaibhav lakshmi n mangalwar vrat only for ur children
maa u r an angel,u r god in disguise 4 all of us,what i am today i owe to you ,what i wud be better tomorrow i owe it to you
i dont need any mothers day to make u feel special 'coz u  r special everyday n wud always be
A mother is someone to shelter and guide us,
   To love us, whatever we do,
   With a warm understanding and infinite patience,
   And wonderful gentleness, too.

   How often a mother means swift reassurance
   In soothing our small, childish fears,
   How tenderly mothers watch over their children
   And treasure them all through the years!

   The heart of a mother is full of forgiveness
   For any mistake, big or small,
   And generous always in helping her family
   Whose needs she has placed above all.

   A mother can utter a word of compassion
   And make all our cares fall away,
   She can brighten a home with the sound of her laughter
   And make life delightful and gay.

   A mother possesses incredible wisdom
   And wonderful insight and skill -
   In each human heart is that one special corner
   Which only a mother can fill!"
THANX MAA THANKYOU FOR EVERY STEP OF MY LIFE

JUST WANNA DEDICATE THESE LINES TO 
"your mother is always with u
she's whisper of leaves
as you walk down street
she's smell of bleach
in ur frshly washed socks
she's cool hand on your brow
when u r not well
your mother lives in ur laughter
she's crystallized in every tear drop
she's the place u came from
your first home
she's the map u follow
with every step u take
she's ur first love 
n ur first heart break
nothing on earth can seperate
no time
no distance
will ever separate
not even death
from your mother"