As a new year knocks our gates impregnated with a horizon of opportunities so we gear ourselves up and as the trend continues, take a new year resolution . Unlike every year, we vow not to break dis resolution and relly try hard to make it up.
This year my new year resolution goes HI-TECH. I am goin to be a regular blogger and i will tweet 50 times a day. I will check all my facebook notifications daily. Dis year is gonna be different from d rest bygone years and am gonna assure that. I am gonna stand up. Take responsibility for my past procrastinations and make up for them in the coming year 2011.
Jokes apart , i really want to write but time is a big issue for me . Hence i am gonna manage my time properly. Yup. Its Official now. My new year resolution is TIME MANAGEMENT. Yups. am gonna find time for everything. Be it small or be it trivial. Exams coming up. Catch mahself soon. More on Time management next time. Have to study. Not managed it well in 2010.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
a love story with a twist
The Best Love story ever***
Before reading this please don't think of the
person you love
A true, touching love story that happened in the NWFP(border) areas.
The headman of a big tribe had a beautiful daughter,
who fell in love with a boy who was an ordinary poor person. When
the people
of the tribe came to know about their love, they did not like it
at all, and so began to protest about it. Now it happened that
the two lovers left their homes for a happy future. The people of
the tribe started searching for the
two lovers but they could not
find them. At last, they accepted their love and asked them in a
newspaper to come back.The people said that if u both come back
we will marry u, we accept that u loved each other truly. So in
this
way their love won and the age old attitude of the tribe took a
beating. The couple went to the city for shopping for the wedding.
He was wearing a white traditional dress, and was crossing the
road when a car came and hit him and he died on the spot. The
girl lost her senses. After a long time she recovered and
accepted that her love has died. One night she was sleeping in her home with her family. Her mother
had dream in which she saw a
fairy. That fairy asked her mother to wash the blood spots of the
guy from her daughter's clothes as soon as possible. But
her mother ignored the dream. Next night the father saw the same
dream, he also ignored
it.
Then when the girl had the same dream the next night, she woke up
and told her mother about the dream. Her mother asked her
to wash the clothes on which there were blood spots. She
washed the spots
but some remained. Next night she again had the same dream she
again washed the spots but some still remained. Next night
she again had the same dream and this time that fairy gave her
last warning to
wash the blood spots, else something terrible will
happen. This time the girl tried her best to wash the spots, the
clothes tore, but some spots still remained. In the evening
on same day when she was alone, someone knocked the door,
when she opened the door she saw the fairy at the door. She got
very scared and fainted. The fairy woke her up..., and gave her
an object, That awe-struck girl asked
"what is this..? to which the fairy replied :
......"kaise bhi daag ho,
jaise bhi daag ho........Surf Excel
hai na..."
Before reading this please don't think of the
person you love
A true, touching love story that happened in the NWFP(border) areas.
The headman of a big tribe had a beautiful daughter,
who fell in love with a boy who was an ordinary poor person. When
the people
of the tribe came to know about their love, they did not like it
at all, and so began to protest about it. Now it happened that
the two lovers left their homes for a happy future. The people of
the tribe started searching for the
two lovers but they could not
find them. At last, they accepted their love and asked them in a
newspaper to come back.The people said that if u both come back
we will marry u, we accept that u loved each other truly. So in
this
way their love won and the age old attitude of the tribe took a
beating. The couple went to the city for shopping for the wedding.
He was wearing a white traditional dress, and was crossing the
road when a car came and hit him and he died on the spot. The
girl lost her senses. After a long time she recovered and
accepted that her love has died. One night she was sleeping in her home with her family. Her mother
had dream in which she saw a
fairy. That fairy asked her mother to wash the blood spots of the
guy from her daughter's clothes as soon as possible. But
her mother ignored the dream. Next night the father saw the same
dream, he also ignored
it.
Then when the girl had the same dream the next night, she woke up
and told her mother about the dream. Her mother asked her
to wash the clothes on which there were blood spots. She
washed the spots
but some remained. Next night she again had the same dream she
again washed the spots but some still remained. Next night
she again had the same dream and this time that fairy gave her
last warning to
wash the blood spots, else something terrible will
happen. This time the girl tried her best to wash the spots, the
clothes tore, but some spots still remained. In the evening
on same day when she was alone, someone knocked the door,
when she opened the door she saw the fairy at the door. She got
very scared and fainted. The fairy woke her up..., and gave her
an object, That awe-struck girl asked
"what is this..? to which the fairy replied :
......"kaise bhi daag ho,
jaise bhi daag ho........Surf Excel
hai na..."
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Break up
It is so hot dis morning. His eyes r still wobbly due to lack of sleep the previous night. Tracking down his swimming trunk from a heap of clothes , he sets out of his room . Meanwhile he goes to a nearby chai wallah , takes a cigarette and lights it. His mind has still not recovered from the after effects of previous night's conversation with his girlfriend who wants a breakup as he is no longer devoting enough TIME to their r'ship..
He takes a puff and settles down on a bench. With each puff he thinks of all the times he had spent with HER. But now when there is no room for complaints neither any reason as she hadnt given him a single one, there was no point in thinking 'bout it.
He remembers dat once while surfing channels he had heard a godman saying "when u detach ur mind from all worldly affairs u no longer feel d strings of attachment linger over you, when u are not remorseful ever , you attain nirvana". With the last puff he forbids his mind and leaves the stall.
As he reaches the swimming pool he sees a difference.The pool was so calm and undisturbed as if it was sleeping , mocking his eyes . Suddenly a thought strikes his mind and instills a great relief in him. Today was Sunday and he could fulfill what he was set out for.Last night he had google searched 58 new ways to suicide . The only option viable for him was either to take sleeping pills lyk he had seen in a recent movie or to set himself free in a swimming pool. The latter suited today's atmos.
He lit another cigarette and sat on d pool's fence . He was happy dat all his moral obligations and duties had come to an end in the last few weeks. He had isolated himself from all his friends and last nyt was the best of all. In this process of isolation he had forgot that the most vital one which ran almost simultaneously wid this process was his isolation with his dreams .Thinking of that Godman he thought of himself as his perfect disciple rather disciple of his ideals.
He, accumulating all his strength and prowess , went over the highest jumping platform and leaped into the most deep part of the pool. Relaxing his senses, his arms, his legs, he set out to touch the bed of the pool or on a death race as they called it.
suddenly a thought , a thought of wisdom , overpowered him . The speed with which he was going down hinted him of his downfall "slow but steady". By now he was already at the bottom and his ears were ready to burst out of immense pressure. He was struggling as if the water was strangling him. He realizes dat all of dis was a conspiracy, a plan to destroy him. And the conspirator was none other than himself. Acknowledging his loss of breath , he struggles up to the water top and inhales a lung-full of air.
Coming out of the pool he lights a cigarette and with each puff he takes all of his flaws , his mediocrity in everything and the scope to excel spreads in him. He takes a shower , towels himself puts on his track pants and returns to his room thinking about his escape from death.What was d reason ? His cowardliness or the deciphering of that godman's message?
Webbed in these thoughts he switches on his cell , calls his girlfriend who picks up after two rings."Hey sweetheart ! where were you. I was so worried . I saw a furious dream dat you had drowned in a swimming pool. Are you okay?? I love you baby and am so sorry for last night." says his girlfriend without taking a breath. All he could do was to take a puff and release it with tears trickling down his cheeks wetting the cigarette.
He takes a puff and settles down on a bench. With each puff he thinks of all the times he had spent with HER. But now when there is no room for complaints neither any reason as she hadnt given him a single one, there was no point in thinking 'bout it.
He remembers dat once while surfing channels he had heard a godman saying "when u detach ur mind from all worldly affairs u no longer feel d strings of attachment linger over you, when u are not remorseful ever , you attain nirvana". With the last puff he forbids his mind and leaves the stall.
As he reaches the swimming pool he sees a difference.The pool was so calm and undisturbed as if it was sleeping , mocking his eyes . Suddenly a thought strikes his mind and instills a great relief in him. Today was Sunday and he could fulfill what he was set out for.Last night he had google searched 58 new ways to suicide . The only option viable for him was either to take sleeping pills lyk he had seen in a recent movie or to set himself free in a swimming pool. The latter suited today's atmos.
He lit another cigarette and sat on d pool's fence . He was happy dat all his moral obligations and duties had come to an end in the last few weeks. He had isolated himself from all his friends and last nyt was the best of all. In this process of isolation he had forgot that the most vital one which ran almost simultaneously wid this process was his isolation with his dreams .Thinking of that Godman he thought of himself as his perfect disciple rather disciple of his ideals.
He, accumulating all his strength and prowess , went over the highest jumping platform and leaped into the most deep part of the pool. Relaxing his senses, his arms, his legs, he set out to touch the bed of the pool or on a death race as they called it.
suddenly a thought , a thought of wisdom , overpowered him . The speed with which he was going down hinted him of his downfall "slow but steady". By now he was already at the bottom and his ears were ready to burst out of immense pressure. He was struggling as if the water was strangling him. He realizes dat all of dis was a conspiracy, a plan to destroy him. And the conspirator was none other than himself. Acknowledging his loss of breath , he struggles up to the water top and inhales a lung-full of air.
Coming out of the pool he lights a cigarette and with each puff he takes all of his flaws , his mediocrity in everything and the scope to excel spreads in him. He takes a shower , towels himself puts on his track pants and returns to his room thinking about his escape from death.What was d reason ? His cowardliness or the deciphering of that godman's message?
Webbed in these thoughts he switches on his cell , calls his girlfriend who picks up after two rings."Hey sweetheart ! where were you. I was so worried . I saw a furious dream dat you had drowned in a swimming pool. Are you okay?? I love you baby and am so sorry for last night." says his girlfriend without taking a breath. All he could do was to take a puff and release it with tears trickling down his cheeks wetting the cigarette.
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