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"......................