Saturday, April 30, 2011

Why is it that some people can resolve the most complicated problems really easily, where as others agonize over every tiny crisis and end up drowning in a glass of water?’ I asked.

Crab replied by telling the following story............................................

‘Once upon a time, there was a man who had shown kindness all his life.
When he died, everyone assumed that he would go straight to Heaven, for the only possible place for a good man like him.
The man wasn’t particularly bothered about going to Heaven, but that was where he went.

Now in those days, service in heaven was not that easy.
The reception desk was extremely inefficient, and the girl who received him gave only a cursory glance through the index cards before her and when she couldn’t find the man’s name, she sent him straight to Hell.

And in Hell no one was there to ask him his identity, for anyone who turns up is invited in. The man entered and stayed.

Some days later, people stormed up to the gates of Heaven to demand an explanation from Yamraj.

“What you’re doing is pure terrorism!” they said. “You sent that man down into Hell, and he’s completely undermining us! Right from the start, there he was listening to people, looking them in the eye, talking to them.
“And now everyone’s sharing their feelings and hugging and kissing. That’s not the sort of thing we want in Hell! Please, let him into Heaven!’

When Crab had finished telling the story, and fondly said:

‘Live your life with so much love in your heart that if, by mistake, you were sent to Hell, the Devil himself would deliver you up to Paradise.’

Thursday, April 28, 2011

And thus the day ends
Its the time of sunset...
The sun with its crimson lining
Has something to tell
That it will be back again .
With the dawn of new dreams n new hopes
The birds are tired
They return to their home
The stars can be seen now
Like shiny crystals embedded all over the black velvet
They become brighter and brighter as the darkness spreads
The full moon slowly rises from a corner
And floods the ambiance with a milky shade
The sight of the sky is a wonder of life.....................

Sunday, April 24, 2011


Anu, she is known for her nobility and hospitality.She tries to be creative,wants to spend her time in doing something productive. But when she starts writing she becomes an absolute changed person.She feels inferior in front of her own self, when she talks with people !!!! Went to her father with this question,"Baba when i write i become someone else,and after that i start feeling inferior ,coz i cant talk like that ......why so?"

When her father had finished his prayers, Anu asked,

– Why do I feel so inferior? – I have faced death many times, have defended those who are weak.
I felt that my life had absolutely no importance whatsoever.

– Wait. Once i finish my work, I shall answer you.

Anu spent the time sitting on a chair , watching her father doing all his work,giving advises and suggestions those who seek .She saw how her father received them all with the same patience and the same illuminated smile on his face.

When everything had done, she demanded:
– Now can you tell me?

He invited her in and lead her to his room. The sun was shining in the sky, and the atmosphere was one of profound tranquility.

– Do you see the sun , how bright it is? It will cross the entire firmament, and tomorrow the sun will shine once again.
“But moonlight is much soothing, we can't see the details of the landscape around us: trees, mountains, clouds.
But still the moon has its own charm."

“Have you ever heard the moon saying: why do I not shine like the sun? Is it because I am inferior?

– Of course not – answered Anu. – The moon and the sun are different things, each one has its own beauty. You cannot compare the two.

– So you know the answer. We all are two different people,the inner self and the outer self, each fighting in his/her own way for that which he/she believes, and making it possible to make the world a better place; the rest are mere appearances.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

A LITTLE WOMAN ..........................

She was in the hospital. How did this happen? No, this can’t be. But the doctor keeps saying it. Why? How? What does this mean? She can't breath anymore,her heart not functioning. What about my heart? My life is suspended with her. Don’t the docs understand???

A white sheet. Who is this? Is this my mom? And I feel the tears drowning me. What do I do now? How do I change this? Is this the end of her fight, our fight to keep her alive? Has she left me? But we were in this together. We have lost.

I wake up today morning with a feeling of despair weighing me down into the depth of my bed sheet. I hold on tightly to my sis, sleeping beside me. It is only at this hour that I can plead protection from my sis, who I lovingly protect during the tyranny of daylight. I hold her and feel like a child again.

Every day,every moment, her absence in my life becomes daunting by her presence in my dreams. I wish not to recount the last thread of her life with us, but her memory haunts me. Soon, I get myself out from under the comfortable covers and look at the clock, It is 5.30 am. My mom and I would wake at an early hour like this and over a cup of tea, discuss on various things in the morning. Needless to say, none worked.

My morning routine remains unchanged, just without her now. I look at my sis as she sleeps and silently resolve to protect her, like I often do. The purpose of my life is now to become a support of my sis and being supported by my joker.I am now living for my Joker...who is there to support me in all my ups and downs.

Just recollected a busy day of my life.................

“Stop honking! It’s a bloody red light!” Jerk. Delhi traffic jams can be the true test of patience for anyone. Even Lord Rama in all his glory would at least think of giving drivers here the middle finger. But then again, he had the brahmastra… “Arey madam, green ho gayi!”
I put the car in gear, accelerated and zoomed ahead, happy having proved myself as a worthy driver, leaving those drivers in the aftertaste of my exhaust. “If Rama had a brahmastra, I have you baby,” I said patting the stirring wheel of my cute little red riding hood,my alto. As if in response, my cell started buzzing. Mom calling flashed on the screen. “Surviving Delhi traffic is one thing, surviving Mom's phone calls, quite another,” I said to no one in particular. “Hi Mom. Ya, I am on my way back home. Ya, I got a little late today. Yes, Akki is home already. Of course there’s food at home, Mom! She’ll help herself. She doesn’t mind…Hang on. Cops.” And with that I put Mom on hold. Not that, that stopped her from talking. I could hear her monologue blaring from the phone. “Beta, you both should eat together. Hot food.Since, childhood only…hello, hello?” “Haan, Mamma, I am just about to reach home, can’t talk on the phone while driving, you know. Okay, bye.” Thank you, traffic rules.

Just when I increased the volume of my stereo, the phone rang again. Again Ma. Mere paas maa hain, I said to myself in the typical Amitabh Bachchan style and chuckled. “Ya Mamma, what’s up?” “Nothing Anu, just bit worried about you. … Are you driving?” “Ya Mom, will reach home soon. Was stuck at a traffic jam.”“Beta, you should reach home early,you know how i become tensed…” Wow. Do all mothers in the world go by a common script? “Ma, you are unbelievable,” I said half enraged and half amazed. “I’ll reach home soon…"It was at times like this that I missed Dad. He balanced everything out perfectly. He would console mom with soft words and me with compliments. I am his beta/beti both at times . When dad went overboard due to official work, Ma would give me the extra attention. In one of my last interactions with her at home, before she left us, I remember she had given me a five-hundred rupee note. No reason, just like that. And in one of the last few moments we had shared, she had told me to take care of Dad and Akki. “You are my beta na,” she had said and few weeks later, she was gone.

I wiped the growing droplet of water before it even left my eye and submerged myself in the music, as I increased the volume of the stereo. It didn’t matter what song played, as long as I couldn’t hear my own thoughts. There was no time to cry, in a life as busy as mine............

Before i depart i have to do many things,i have promised my Joker ,i will remain with him,we both will fill the vacuum of each other's life, will make my sis independent and my dad a proud father...........

Sunday, April 17, 2011


HI friends,
Today i have encountered certain things which led me to think all these.Thought to share with you all.May be at some point of time these will help you to keep a strong bond with your loved ones.

Today, my 15-year old sister asked me a question that surprised me. I was not expecting that she would ask me this question, “Does our father love us?” I did not see any valid reason for her to ask me this. Without second thoughts, I answered “Yes, of course, he loves us so much.” Then, I began rationalizing for answers and providing explanations to convince her that our father loves us very much. I told her that our father has been working hard just to provide for our needs. During birthdays, holidays and special occasions our father would never forget to give us gifts. Our father sends her to a prestigious school for to have a good education and bright future. Our father would buy us expensive branded clothes. I even told my sis that we are luckier than other kids because we have a dad who is a responsible person and good provider. After hours of debate and persuasion that seemed would not end, she did not change her conviction as if she did not hear anything from me. She still doubted her father’s love for us. Why?
Since I was not able to convince her after all the efforts of I did, I asked her the reason for asking the question. She gave me a simple answer that made me rethink, “we have all the things that we need, but our father is not always there for us.” This shocked me. I realized that my sis has a point. What would she do with all the expensive stuff she has if she seldom sees her father. Even though he is so sincere in expressing his love to us through gifts, this love will not be appreciated and recognized. For a long time the father has not loving his child in the way the child wants to be loved. And so, the child does not feel his love.
Quality time is love language of the child/adult.

Quality time is spending time with each other with undivided attention. Whether it is father/mother daughter/son,or husband wife or loved ones or with friends. It’s the quality of time we spend together matters a lot.

When we spend quality time with our loved ones, we enter into another world where there are no paper works, deadlines, meetings, work stress, business pressure, memos, etc. It’s a place where only me and my loved ones exist. We share our stories, joys, griefs, sorrows, dreams, triumphs, secrets, and our very own selves with each other. No phone calls, worries, fears, customers, bosses, etc. can disturb us. It’s a special world where love, joy, peace and intimacy overflow. A minute of "Quality Time" cannot be compared with a thousand days of time spent with divided attention and disruptions!
How much QUALITY TIME have you spent with your loved ones? It’s time to invest you time in your relationships!
Friends, I want you all to read this in helping and deepen your relationship with your loved ones.

There are problems in a relationship because there are some words that should not be said, or uttered, and things that need to be said which are left unsaid due to complacency and fear of rejection.
The first love language is Words of Affirmation. There are people who are hungry and thirsty to hear
words that will compliment and affirm them, that will bring out the best in them and that will appreciate their beauty and goodness. A simple “thank you” may express appreciation for one’s efforts. A “You can do it” remark may encourage and motivate someone to pursue his goal. A “very good” comment may challenge someone to give his best. "I love you" may give a sense of security to your loved ones. Don’t be stingy in affirming your friends,relatives and loved ones. Words can make and transform a person. Words can give life and hope. Words can inspire people. So open your lips, tell your spouse, your kids, your friends, your parents, your co-workers and the people around you how special, beautiful and awesome they are and how much you love him/her.
Words fuel, animate and energize a relationship...........................

Verbal communication is essential in strengthening your relationship! Speak your partner’s love language! Affirm and appreciate him/her!

Many of us have experienced problems in your relationship.
Many of us encountered conflicts and misunderstanding in our marriage.
Many of us are about to give up on our partner.
Many of us have been accused of our friend or partner that we don’t love him/her.
Many of us are confused sometimes that no matter what we do to express our love to someone, it’s still not sufficient, not recognized, and not appreciated.
One of the reasons that, there are broken relationships and marriages, is that people have difficulty expressing their love to their partner, and their partner don’t feel, recognize and appreciate their love. Loving someone entails knowing the love language of one’s partner. No matter how one tries his/her best to love another person, this love will not be felt and recognized by the other if it is not expressed in his/her love language. Each person has his/her own love language. And we need to love the other not in the way we want to love him/her, but in the way he/she wants to be loved. This is what love language is all about. It is the form of love that one can easily understand and feel.

There are few love far i can remember right now. A person may have one or more love languages
1. Touch
2. Words
3. Service
4. Gifts
5. Time
If we really love our friend or partner, we will try to know his/her love language, and love him/her in the way he/she wants to be loved. We need to consider their needs, not ours. In this way, no love will go to waste, misunderstandings and conflicts will be resolved, relationship will be deepened and strengthened, and doubts and fears will be lessened. Lets All Speak Our Partner’s Love Language! Moreover, one way to know our own love language is checking how we express our love to others. The way we love others is also the way we want to be loved.

Someone told me yesterday,"As you sow,so shall you reap".So sow the seeds of love today and reap the fruits of your investment in the future. Have a great and love-filled life !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


the process of killing our dreams is the lack of time. The busiest people(my Joker) I have known in my life, always have time enough to do everything. Those who do nothing are always tired and pay no attention to the little amount of work they are required to do. They complain constantly that the day is too short. The truth is, they are afraid to fight the fight for life,fight of life. the death of our dreams lies in our certainties. Because we don’t want to see life as a grand adventure, we begin to think of ourselves as wise and fair and correct in asking so little of life. We look beyond the walls of our day-to-day existence, and we hear the sound of lances breaking, we smell the dust and the sweat, and we see the great defeats and the fire in the eyes of the warriors. But we never see the delight, the immense delight in the hearts of those who are engaged in the battle........battle of life,battle for life. For them, neither victory nor defeat is important; what’s important is only that they are fighting the something good. The passing of our dreams is peace. Life becomes a Sunday afternoon; we ask for nothing grand, and we cease to demand anything more than we are willing to give. In that state, we think of ourselves as being mature; we put aside the fantasies of our youth, and we seek personal and professional achievement. We are surprised when people our age say that they still want this or that out of life. But really, deep in our hearts, we know that what has happened is that we have renounced the battle for our dreams – we have refused to fight the Good Fight. We become cruel to those around us, and then we begin to direct this cruelty against ourselves. That’s when illnesses and psychoses arise. And one day, the dead, spoiled dreams make it difficult to breathe, and we actually seek death. It’s death that frees us from our certainties, from our work, and from that terrible peace of our Sunday afternoons............................

WHY LONELY ?????????????????

Lonely - what is lonely?
It's only - yes, it's only
A selfish, selfish feeling
That happens - yes, it happens
When you're reeling. You're reeling
From a sense of great desertion
When there's no outside coercion
To take a part in Life.
There's no help to bear the burden
Of this world's daily strife.
You sit alone and read alone
Every evening - well, most evenings.
And you wonder - yes you wander
Why you're on the verge of tears
For your mind is full of fears
Of what may come tomorrow
And all you feel is sorrow
For the hopes you had of living
A full and happy life
When next you feel like crying
Let the tears flow - don't be trying
To hold them back inside.
Let them flow - mouth open wide
Have a bawl - ease the pressure
Let Life see you've got it's measure.
You can cope with work and leisure
As it comes along your way
Each and every single day.
Then, when you feel you're in control
Climb back out from you're self-made hole.
Climb back up to that first promise
Of Love and Life and Light.
Be aware of the seen and seeing
Give thanks that you have the might
To cope with all that happens - just by "being"

Saturday, April 16, 2011

SHE LOVES YOU....................

Days out days in,
Another day another night,
Life goes by with it’s twist and turn,
Never will we learn.

Life goes on with it’s days,

Time goes on and never stays, `
One more tear one more cry,
Another laugh another sigh.

Another blink another beat,
One more step with our feet,
One more sound we shall hear,
As life goes on by the year.

One more prayer one more voice he will hear,
He knows my cry he knows my fear,
Life is short the days are long,
He will sing us our lullaby our love song.

Sunday, April 10, 2011


When I was admitted in the Hospital, I began to have panic crises. I decided to consult the psychiatrist in charge of my case.“Doctor, I want to overcome my fear; it takes me away from the joy of living”

“In my office there is a mouse that eats my books”, said the doctor.

“If I get desperate about this mouse, he will hide from me and I will do nothing else in life but hunt him.
“Therefore, I put the most important books in a safe place and let him gnaw some others."

“In this way, he is still a mouse and does not become a monster."

“Don't be afraid of some things and concentrate all your fear on them – if you do so, you will not have courage in the rest of your life."