tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59791639981215671612024-03-04T21:26:04.211-08:00SAHITYIKACome, Sit, think and share your thoughts..SAHITYIKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04679315164213973593noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979163998121567161.post-82204067918892513102012-07-26T07:36:00.000-07:002012-07-26T07:36:08.865-07:00MEN WILL BE MEN.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #274e13;">I might be or should I say, I am the happiest wife having a husband
who is almost perfect when compared with the husbands of my other friends. He does
everything for me, helps me in household work, in cooking, washing, supports me,
encourages me to do and learn new things, appreciates my good work, guides me
whenever I am wrong and the list goes on.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #274e13;">Whenever I discuss with my friends, they tell their hubby don’t
like to do this or that, Or don’t like her doing certain things. But I don’t think
I need to compromise anything because my hubby <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">allows </b>me to do whatever I want. In the end of the discussion, My
hubby is the best always.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: red;">But, Did you notice the word “<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">ALLOWED</b>”.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Why allowed? Am I his property? Am I his servant? No.. Then
the word should not be allowed, then what it should be?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I hope many of you being a girl/Lady must have felt that
even if your hubbies are world’s best husband, but at some point of time they
are only Man & you are Woman. And because they are man, they are superior
(that’s what they think & somewhere we also believe this to be true), you
have to do certain things which they want you to do. (Doesn’t matter you want
to do or not)(Not necessarily always, but most of the times.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #cc0000;">I am</span><span style="color: #cc0000;"> not sure, how many of you have heard this from your
husband..<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="color: red;">“<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Be in your limits</b></span>.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">“<span style="color: red;">I have given you so
much freedom</span>.”</b> <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And blah blah stuff
like that.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Did you ever think, who are they to give us freedom? (obviously
in indian culture “pati to parmeshwar hota hai”). But do we at any occasion say
these stupid sentences to them? <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Not really.. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Why? Because
we ourselves think they are superior and they are supposed to take all the
decisions not you.) (Might not be 100% true). We just listen, feel hurt and
leave/ forget it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #741b47;">If your husband slaps you (I hope it never happened with
you), you feel hurt but later you forget it because you don’t take it on your
ego. But if by chance vice-versa happens, then What?? All world goes upside
down.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #741b47;">When we talk about India, girls are supposed to do so many
things, but what about boys? No expectations from them? I am not saying that
boys don’t do any work or they don’t help us. Of course they do. But….<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #741b47;">If a girl does those things, it was expected from her and if
a boy does the same thing, he has done a great job. (Here, I am talking about
working ladies specifically.) Don’t <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>we
want to be appreciated if we cook one time meal? But we ourselves think that we
are born to do this.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Whenever we discuss about our hubbies and if someone says
that my husband helps me a lot or he does this or that for me. We all say <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">“ what a husband”</b>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But what if a boys says same thing about his
wife in his group. Do they also appreciate it the same way as we do? </span><span style="color: red;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">NO…</b><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #741b47;">Similarly, when it comes to in-laws or our own parents, they
rarely tell you how much you do for them. Your parents only will praise their
son-in-law if he does some work and if you do the same work. Do you get the
same appreciation from them? </span><span style="color: red;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">NO…</b><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #741b47;">There must be thousands of examples for this. But why am I writing
this? To show how much are we exploited? Or we are not given equality? No, none
of these is the reason.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #741b47;">My main motto to write this was, whatever a man shows or
even if he changes and start doing everything we do or start giving you the
same respect and same value what he expects for himself. The feeling of being
him a man, a superior person will always be there. Somewhere deep down in their
hearts and time to time we will keep on feeling the same. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Yes, that’s true. I am not asking to start a fight against
men. What I want to say is start feeling that you are no less than a boy. We
all know that, but we never feel that. We are equal and whatever we do, we
should not allow others to take it as granted and don’t let them feel that we
are made to do this only.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #38761d;">I am not sure, How to end this. I didn’t want to blame man
as they are not only the culprits. We are. Because we gave them a chance to be
superior to us.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #38761d;">That’s it. I hope, it was not that much boring..</span> </span></div>
</div>SAHITYIKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04679315164213973593noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979163998121567161.post-67291644170012436132012-07-17T07:04:00.000-07:002012-07-17T07:04:17.636-07:00One Call..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Calibri;">Hi dear, goodmorning.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Calibri;">Goodmorning. (feeling heavy headed)</span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I don’t want to go office. Why I have to go daily.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">L</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Calibri;">Then I reach office and no work. What to do now. No work but
I have to stay in office. This is not fair. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Mood again went off. </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">L</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Calibri;">Started reading some official document<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(OMG! So boring, Now what to do? )</span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Calibri;">Oh yes.. lets read few blog posts of my friends.. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Calibri;">Few stories .. few poems.. few thoughts.. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Calibri;">Started going back to old days.. my beautiful college days..
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #783f04;">Some beautiful moments of that someone special..<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Calibri;">No.. No .. No… I shouldn’t ever think about him..<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>that’s not right.. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Calibri;">I hate him.. I don’t like him.. but.. I want to hear his
voice.. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Calibri;">Oh.. what to do now.. feeling more low.. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Calibri;">What happened Sargam??.. Are you not feeling well?..</span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Calibri;">Oh.. !! no nothing.. just a lil headache..</span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Calibri;">Why.. why.. I want to hear him.. No , No , No.. I wont call
him.. No .. Never..</span></div>
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<o:p></o:p><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Calibri;">Comes back to home..</span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Calibri;">Can’t resist herself.. Picks up the phone and dials..</span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">THE NUMBER YOU ARE CALLING IS NOT REACHABLE.. </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">L</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Calibri;">Oh.. good.. I don’t want to talk to him.. (thoghts: I will
try once more, If he picks then I will talk otherwise won’t call him back.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #783f04;">This time..<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Calibri;">Hello.. (she feels soothing.. Like some has poured cold
water on burning heart..)</span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Calibri;">Hey hi..</span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hello.. who is this? (He don’t even remember her voice,
feels heartbroken) </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">L</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Calibri;">Hello.. are you able to listen me?</span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Calibri;">Oh.. Hey Sargam.. (wow.. he remembers me.. smiles)</span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Calibri;">How r you? </span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Calibri;">M fine..</span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Calibri;">Can I call you back in next one hour.. I am lil busy now..</span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Calibri;">Ok that’s fine..</span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Calibri;">Wow.. Now I will not talk to him again.. Not even call him
back..<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just wanted to hear that voice. That’s
it.. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(lost in thoughts.. )</span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Calibri;">Sargam.. Sargam.. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your phone is ringing.. </span></div>
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><strong><span style="font-family: Calibri;">All smiles.. All headache gone..<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>World is beautiful now.. </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span></strong><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #073763;"><span style="font-size: large;">It has been a long time since I blurted out my emotions. But
today I am missing my blog very much. Writing what you think, when you cannot
say or share with known ones, is so easy and it makes you feel light. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #073763;"><span style="font-size: large;">Today I want to say so many things. I am feeling low and don’t
know what to do and make myself happy. The weird part is, I want to be in this
state, want to be sad, think about old memories. Everybody have few memories,
which gives you pain. But still you want to remember them and feel that pain.
But why? Am I feeling happy by reminding myself those painful moments? Don’t know.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #073763;"><span style="font-size: large;">It has been 2 years, I am out of touch of my blog world. Sometimes
I feel that I want to leave this real world and live in my fantasy world. Want
the answers of some unanswered questions. Want to thank few friends. Want to
scold someone. Want to relive few old moments. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #073763;"><span style="font-size: large;">Just want to cry out of no reason. But cannot because I have
to give reason for that also. On very few occasions, I feel that being bachelor
is better than being married. Because when you are bachelor, you are not answerable
to anyone for such stupid acts. But you feel so light, so happy. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #073763;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nothing more to share. But really feeling so nice after
writing something after such a long time. I think I should be in touch with my
fantasy world (My blog). <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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</span></div>SAHITYIKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04679315164213973593noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979163998121567161.post-67823303960103277062011-05-04T08:47:00.000-07:002011-05-04T09:20:58.479-07:00वो पल कितने सुन्दर लगते है॥<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw9B9wqtJuk9I4JXqy__RnUGqZfqt0Lc32GG6TXOiQmj6Tdx2BxYxQbtXOMWxVpcuqay1bTbo9Zw-zaHVRd98CedGpQZ0i13iWCCqoF62GG4zmmuzzta3Ggj6ZWRP1-jcwMha_3I7HV2Cy/s1600/past-present-future.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602893954254995442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw9B9wqtJuk9I4JXqy__RnUGqZfqt0Lc32GG6TXOiQmj6Tdx2BxYxQbtXOMWxVpcuqay1bTbo9Zw-zaHVRd98CedGpQZ0i13iWCCqoF62GG4zmmuzzta3Ggj6ZWRP1-jcwMha_3I7HV2Cy/s400/past-present-future.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">जब भी मुड कर देखो अतीत,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">वो पल कितने सुन्दर लगते है॥</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">वो प्यारी बातें, वो लम्बी रातें,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">यादों के बिछोने पे सोना,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">मिलने की तड़प का होना,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">वो भावों को शब्दों में पिरोना,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"><span class="">अब</span> भी वो शब्द दिल में उतरते हैं,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">जब भी मुड कर देखो अतीत,<br />वो पल कितने सुन्दर लगते है॥</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"><span class=""></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">वो चाँद को निहारना, </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">उसमे किसी की तस्वीर ढूँढना,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">वो टूटते तारे को देख,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">किसी से मिलने की आस जताना,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">आज भी चाँद तारों को देख कर,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">क्यों चेहरे पे मुस्कान खिल उठती है ,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">जब भी मुड कर देखो अतीत,<br />वो पल कितने सुन्दर लगते है॥</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">वो अपने आप से बातें, </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">वो सालों के इंतजार के बाद मुलाकातें,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"><span class="">वो </span>छत पे टहलना,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">वो गाने सुन कर बहलना,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">यु अपने आप को उनमे महसूस कर,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">वो गुनगुना वो बहकना,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">जब भी मुड कर देखो अतीत,<br />वो पल कितने सुन्दर लगते है॥</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"><span class=""></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">कभी कभी यु लगता है ,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">वो वक़्त, वो रातें, वो बातें,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">वापिस मिल जाती तो कितना अच्छा होता,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">वो अकेलेपन की तन्हाई,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">वो करवट, वो रजाई,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">फिर से मिल जाते, तो कितना अच्छा होता,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">पर सब यु ही मिल सकता दुबारा</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">तो यादें भला कैसे बन पाती?</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">इसीलिए तो ॥</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">जब भी मुड कर देखो अतीत,<br />वो पल कितने सुन्दर लगते है॥</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">=======================================</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">Jab bhi mud ke dekho ateet.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">wo pal kitne sundar lagte hai </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;"><br />wo pyari baatein, </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">wo lambi raatein</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">yaado ke bichone pe sona</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">milne ki tadap ka hona.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">wo bhavo ko shabdo me pirona.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">ab bhi wo shabd dil me utarte hai </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">jab bhi mud ke dekho ateet</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">wo pal kitne sundar lagte hai </span><br /><span class=""><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#cc6600;">wo chand ko niharana</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">usme kisi ki tasvir doondna</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">wo tootate tare ko dekh</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">kisi se milne ki aas jatana</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">aaj bhi chand taro ko dekh kar</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">kyo chehare pe muskan khil uthati hai</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">jab bhi mud ke dekho ateet</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">wo pal kitne sundar lagte hai </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">wo apne aap se baatein</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">wo salo ke intzar ke baad mulakate</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">wo chhat pe tehlna </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">wo gane sun kar behlana..</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">yu apne aap ko unme masus karke</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">wo gunguna wo behkna</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">jab bhi mud ke dekho ateet</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">wo pal kitne sundar lagte hai </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">kabhi kabhi yu lagta hai wo waqt . </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">wo ratein.. wo baatein..</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">vapis mil jati to kitna achcha hota</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">wo akelpan ki tanhai wo karwat wo rajai</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">phir se mil jate to kitna achcha hota</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">per sab yu mil sakta dubara </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">to yaadein bhala kaise ban pati</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">isiliye to ..</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">jab bhi mud ke dekho ateet.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc6600;">wo pal kitne sundar lagte hai .. :)</span></span></div></div>SAHITYIKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04679315164213973593noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979163998121567161.post-27319362166452201102011-04-25T06:45:00.000-07:002011-04-25T06:58:47.331-07:00Trishna<div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">Samne ho kar bhi paas nahi, kyo itna rootha karte ho..</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">kitna tadpati hai doori, kyo nahi samjhte ho..</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">lagta hai mujhko ki, mai layak nahi tumhare..</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">khushiyo ka adhar nahi , mai sare dukho ki janani hoo.. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">bahome kho jane ko, hardam hi man machla karta hai ..</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">pyar hai yaa trishna, kyo na mai ye samjhi hoo..</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">kuch to batao, kuch to sujhao, karib mere tum aa jao..</span></div>SAHITYIKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04679315164213973593noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979163998121567161.post-80971461458303274232010-11-16T07:23:00.000-08:002010-11-16T07:33:12.433-08:00From : Your Loving Wife<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif4YLt_ECtGBaRWBIlpxl_hbtcW85rjy6q9GEcJELG8n6l3BAC7JRtrkd3lxbeRtmjPh1Ksch9geUOPAA5GEH4beOI-OZCyK1qka7hwSzGzvHrQeWximCq12Lk-1myhB57Xw0g8e4uMxUb/s1600/husband-and-wife-pic-on-beach.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif4YLt_ECtGBaRWBIlpxl_hbtcW85rjy6q9GEcJELG8n6l3BAC7JRtrkd3lxbeRtmjPh1Ksch9geUOPAA5GEH4beOI-OZCyK1qka7hwSzGzvHrQeWximCq12Lk-1myhB57Xw0g8e4uMxUb/s400/husband-and-wife-pic-on-beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540170989567519074" border="0" /></a><br /><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:shapelayout ext="edit"> <o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"> </o:shapelayout></xml><![endif]--> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">To,</p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">The Dearest Husband</p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal">I am writing something right now in train. Because if I will try later may be I can’t write it in the same way. <span style=""></span></p> <p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Its now 5 Months and 10 days and its your birth day today. You could have enjoyed very much in Tikamgarh with all, but still only b/c of my wish you came to Jhansi. I didn’t give you any gift. I know everybody expects. If I place myself in your place. I could have expected much more. And what I did for you?? Nothing.. </p> <p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal">I am realizing each and every day.. that I am not worth you. Isn’t it right? You are so<span style=""> </span>hardworking, generous, open hearted and I am not. Just now I was thinking why I am so?? </p> <p face="georgia" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal">You know I am care less, self oriented kind of girl, that is what I have known about me in last 10 months after meeting you. I don’t have the quality of hiding my emotions. My mood goes off, when you give importance to others more than me, especially to girls. Yes, Yes !! I am jealous. But I can’t help it. May be because I had seen so many dreams of my dream boy and I got that. It happens so rarely. Isn’t it? I don’t want to loose you. It may sound so filmy, but that’s the truth.</p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">When ever you become angry on me, that is the worst time for me. I always try to ask you if I have done something wrong , when ever I feel there is a chance. But some times I do things unknowingly and even if I tell you that I didn’t do that knowingly, you won’t believe me. And I cant do any thing to make you believe that. I don’t know what exactly to do at times, how to talk? What to talk? I have always asked you to tell me and I will do. But don’t be angry on me. That is all what I can say.</p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">I am trying to be worth you. But please share things with me. Don’t have things in your heart. There were so many things I wanted to tell you. But not able to remember what were they? What I can ask is just to trust me. I will be what you want me to be. But give me some time.</p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">How can I be happy without you?? I am happy only b/c of you. You gave me chance to live my childhood again. I did so many things in last 5 months for which I wished for my last 22 years. I am so thankful to you. I want you to be happy too. But I am ……</p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">From</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Your loving wife</span></p>SAHITYIKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04679315164213973593noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979163998121567161.post-88121037877983969082010-04-20T04:01:00.000-07:002010-04-23T08:19:39.358-07:00Why???<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK8t74AXRGXLvHp6hA4NDn_FkDieXYMi2KnICv0O4ew4vvVbIagAoUsqXp-rYkq84b3ha2QoChe4yjzzbyyJY0BbojRXqIIznATwZ4m_EGyeEEVzEIUB8mnqyXJto7vE_llef8ndHP0ve7/s1600/disappointment.jpg"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462173743997170434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK8t74AXRGXLvHp6hA4NDn_FkDieXYMi2KnICv0O4ew4vvVbIagAoUsqXp-rYkq84b3ha2QoChe4yjzzbyyJY0BbojRXqIIznATwZ4m_EGyeEEVzEIUB8mnqyXJto7vE_llef8ndHP0ve7/s400/disappointment.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><br /></strong></span><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>What we want from our life? Why I am thinking this?<br />Just some happy moments. Some one in life with whom I can be happy always.<br />With whom I can go anywhere I want, I can get what ever I want, no worries..<br />All dreams… isn’t it?<br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Mom, Please search someone for me na.. I am bored of being alone. No one is there with whom I can go out.<br />Oh beta, You want to get married? I am searching.<br />No mummy, I was just joking. (blushing, so happy with so many dreams of marriage)<br />Sapno ka Rajkumar… Isn’t it.</span><br /><br />But who gets that prince charming??<br />So many complications? Simple relationships but so many demands?<br />Can someone be what we want them to be?<br />If we can not change our self why we expect others to change?<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Don’t know which phase of life it is? I wanted little happiness. But what I am getting is, can I call it happiness. Is it my mistake that I am a girl? Or is it my parent’s mistake?</span><br /><br /><br />Every relationship goes through some ups and downs. But how can I be wrong always?<br />I understand I do mistakes. But I say sorry too. Why don’t you understand that?<br />How to make you understand my feelings? I think I can never.</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div></div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div>SAHITYIKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04679315164213973593noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979163998121567161.post-3182312589894256482010-03-29T06:37:00.000-07:002010-03-29T06:43:46.382-07:00Koun hai jo aa gaya?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV13DN7R87eZKc-Ewyj6i3o9-lZv4CIgn86Yk18MPvlDNvT8s4n10ASvGV7QgkuuUgUxVEBNhViFQEKACQlnxj3bQ4OktF9PM3HEPNn7X0lIPEp62OTzzjBXDltq3iAisSnFsRhH5BwKqs/s1600/eternity-engagement-rings.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454050995788143458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV13DN7R87eZKc-Ewyj6i3o9-lZv4CIgn86Yk18MPvlDNvT8s4n10ASvGV7QgkuuUgUxVEBNhViFQEKACQlnxj3bQ4OktF9PM3HEPNn7X0lIPEp62OTzzjBXDltq3iAisSnFsRhH5BwKqs/s320/eternity-engagement-rings.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p><span style="color:#660000;">So finally after a long time I am again here. In last 3 months life has changed dramatically.<br />23rd Dec, Yes this was the day I met him ( my mom asked me to meet him, But I was not interested in marriage that much. Just went to fulfill my mom’s wish.). But now we are engaged. My engagement was on 21st March.<br /><br />Today sitting in office I wrote a poem. How life changed? How I feel now? How I feel about him?</span></p><br /><p align="center"><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Koun hai jo aa gaya, Zindagi me chha gaya<br /><br />Gam sare bhool kar, Muskurana sikha gaya<br />Sath chal ke raah me , Rasta dikha gaya<br /><br />Pyar itna de diya ki, Man kahe to sath rah<br />Ban ke thandi hawa, Tu har pal mere sath bah<br /><br />Chand ban tu, Chandani banungi tere sath me<br />Suraj ban tu, Roshani banungi tere sath me<br /><br />Prashn ek hi chhya hai , Koun hai jo aaya hai<br />Koun hai jo aaya hai, Zindgai me chhaya hai।</span></strong></p><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></p><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="color:#6600cc;">PS: I will be sharing all my 3 months experience with all of you. So keep waiting. .. :)</span><br /></span></strong></p>SAHITYIKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04679315164213973593noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979163998121567161.post-54134562556057785572010-02-03T03:12:00.000-08:002010-02-03T03:18:11.843-08:00zindagi..<p align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">Zindagi ne ab ek naya mod liya<br />sachche ko sachcha naa rahne diya<br />cheen kar bachpan bada bana diya<br />isne bachche ko bachcha naa rahne diya<br /><br />apni khushiyo ki khatir<br />hme bhi shatranj ka mohara bana diya<br />naa rahne diya haathi ki<br />seedhi chal hm chal sake<br />bana kar vajeer hamko bhi<br />tedi chal chalna sikha diya...<br /></span> </strong></p>SAHITYIKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04679315164213973593noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979163998121567161.post-76356383429749357282009-11-02T22:46:00.000-08:002009-11-02T22:53:11.000-08:00Dooriyan (The Distance)<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;">So this is all about caching. Now let’s make a program. Shall I continue?? Yes, now open …………….<br />I can’t listen any more. Feeling sleepy. Eyes being closed. No control at all. Can’t listen what mam is telling. Every word collide my ear and faded away. Everything became gloomy. I just can’t concentrate in class. That is what always happens with me.<br />Hey Tamnna, wake up yaar. Let’s solve these online quizzes.<br />I said: ok let’s try.<br />So this is the answer. Click it.<br />Yes, it’s right. But why I don’t know?? Felt unhappy.<br />1 and half hour extra after class. Solving quiz because exam is just few days away. Immense tension.<br />Hey Bharath, my head is paining. This pain na.. wont leave me. What to do??<br />Don’t worry Tamnna. Go home and take medicines.<br /><br />Back at home.<br />Hey Divi, I m going to sleep. Still having headache.<br />Trying to sleep. After few hours…<br />My head started paining too hard. Just at a single point in my head, it felt like some one was hammering and I can’t do any thing. I woke up and got sited on my bed.<br />Oh god! What to do?? What’s happening with me? I just can’t tolerate this pain?<br />Felt like vomiting. Went to bathroom. Stomach twisted. Whole body started paining.<br />Immense pain.<br />I can’t tolerate this pain. My roomie is sleeping I can’t disturb her.<br />So many dreadful thoughts in mind.<br />Will it be possible for me to see this morning??<br />What will happen with my roomie if something goes wrong?<br />How will mamma papa feel?<br />Please god, help me to overcome this pain.<br /><br />Finally after having a pain relief I got some rest. Next day I went to see doctor and he told me that I got migraine.<br />Oh god! How can this happen to me??<br /><br />I told mamma, when I was ok. Thought of calling her that night. But what was the use??<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-5I5jui6a7Q5b7ngvV4oTPco-3GQqt6rs1yze3xjn_k2VA-VEEkPEv8tzdYfT9XM4WuL0ru_-FpKaL3PUej3D5Xg87FShKERUma6wvohTsgHwB1Rb0rLu2X31WbI6-7g369Q0Qqsw4msW/s320/sad_girl2.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-5I5jui6a7Q5b7ngvV4oTPco-3GQqt6rs1yze3xjn_k2VA-VEEkPEv8tzdYfT9XM4WuL0ru_-FpKaL3PUej3D5Xg87FShKERUma6wvohTsgHwB1Rb0rLu2X31WbI6-7g369Q0Qqsw4msW/s320/sad_girl2.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#666666;">On 16th oct, I had my exam n guess what??<br />I flunked just by margin of 3 marks. While coming out of examination room I felt nothing. I called mom and started crying.<br />21st is the retest. I have to prepare for that.<br />Back to my room, I am not able to control my emotions. Talking to my friend and crying.<br />Got a call from papa.<br />Hey betu! How are you? Don’t take tension. We are always with you.<br />Haa papa! I am ok. No problem. (still crying, but wont let him know.)<br /><br />Next day, got a message from mummy. (When things go beyond your capabilities have faith in god’s grace.)<br />What new in that message?? But tears started falling. How much they care for me?<br />How much tense they are because of me?<br />Oh God! Please do some thing. I don’t want to be a reason of there tension. While thinking all this I wrote a poem. Hope it must be significant for all of you.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"><strong><em>Dooriya bahut kuch sikha deti hai..<br />Gum ko chhipana aur jhoota khush hona sikha deti hai..<br />Ek kaante ki chubhan per rone wale ko..<br />Badi chot per bhi muskurana sikha deti hai..<br />Zindagi ka dastoor yun hi chalta rahta hai..<br />Zindagi yu hme bada hona sikha deti hai..<br />Pass rah kar jinko naa samjha apna..<br />Door rah kar unki mehtta bata deti hai..<br />Yu bahut kuch dikha kar dooriya hame..<br />Zindagi zeena sikha deti hai..</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">So this is the way. How life changes.. :)</span><br /></p></span>SAHITYIKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04679315164213973593noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979163998121567161.post-59487495982710461882009-10-17T21:22:00.000-07:002009-10-17T21:41:49.735-07:00khayal<a href="http://www.clipal.com/file/jpg/1130.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.clipal.com/file/jpg/1130.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Naa jaane kyon ye khyal aata hai ..</strong></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>tumhara hmara jeevan bhar ka sath nahi..</strong></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>jeevan bhar ki kya tamnna kare..</strong></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>hmare hisse me to kuch palon ki mulakat bhi nahi...</strong></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>********************************************</strong></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>ना जाने क्यों ये ख्याल आता है ..</strong></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>तुम्हारा हमारा जीवन भर का साथ नहीं..</strong></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>जीवन भर कि क्या तमन्ना करे..</strong></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>हमारे हिस्से में तो कुछ पलों की मुलाकात भी नहीं.. </strong></span></p>SAHITYIKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04679315164213973593noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979163998121567161.post-20578383130945056272009-10-01T04:15:00.000-07:002009-10-05T20:16:32.521-07:00Just be happy.. :)<div align="left"><span style="color:#996633;"></span></div><p align="left"><span style="color:#996633;">On the terrace, with cool breeze and full moon.. walking here and there..<br />Listening songs… such a nice feeling.. even to be alone..<br />So many memories popping in mind.. sometime making her smile or sometimes<br />Feeling sad. ..<br /><br />Those special moments..<br />All of them.. waking up in morning.. going to mom’s room..<br />Hugging her.. hanging around her. .. oh mom…<br />Talking so many things..<br /><br />When ever she wakes up here in this PG.. she misses that hug…<br />That reassuring smile.. </span><span style="color:#996633;"></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0hQWp_SuqEB7qSU4r0tKz35vmMERP03V19ltj3WnHLtmSYWI4FMwcHGTRSRHUf2tXARzDVmiLi0bRhv1TUA3t4cMl2toRVsKEuRr9cIXS41yh6O0TJzLsYZby8JxW6Ch6zqf2ZoFxIJla/s1600-h/p_2707361.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387588996590251858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0hQWp_SuqEB7qSU4r0tKz35vmMERP03V19ltj3WnHLtmSYWI4FMwcHGTRSRHUf2tXARzDVmiLi0bRhv1TUA3t4cMl2toRVsKEuRr9cIXS41yh6O0TJzLsYZby8JxW6Ch6zqf2ZoFxIJla/s200/p_2707361.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Missing the fear…<br />She is in her room.. talking to some one.. listens foot steps..<br />Oh my god.. papa is coming..<br />Hey .. will talk to u later.. bbbye..<br />Papa enters..<br />Those special talks…<br />Sharing things like frnds..<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWD-1MEwFQEmauIvzrdxjwX9xvcESykLtI7msWwxJJOU0iwYLqruOiVHrJHCiWxVemS-nexcNlbaBatbCxj2KlaeeZLSQKQlOuIRlYSWB8fcDkcwyZssyCKCJK2jcxc6IcOB9Cnq6zA0J9/s1600-h/200370228-001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387589248453807554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWD-1MEwFQEmauIvzrdxjwX9xvcESykLtI7msWwxJJOU0iwYLqruOiVHrJHCiWxVemS-nexcNlbaBatbCxj2KlaeeZLSQKQlOuIRlYSWB8fcDkcwyZssyCKCJK2jcxc6IcOB9Cnq6zA0J9/s200/200370228-001.jpg" border="0" /></a> Now.. whenever she reads the mail of her father..<br />Tears come in eyes..<br /><br />Missing those fights..<br />Hey behna.. I want to watch tv.. leave the place…<br />Removes the chair..<br />Snatches the remote.<br />So many pranks..<br />Those nights talking on terrace..<br />Sharing all the stuffs…<br /><br />Hey behna .. do u knw.. what he told??<br />I m so upset.. what should I do??<br />So many chats.. too much laugh..<br /><br />Life was such a beauty..<br /><br />N now..<br />Away from home..<br />What can be done..<br />Just to be happy with what u had??<br /><br />Thinking …<br />When she will go with her parents to give them a treat ..with her money..<br />How happy they will feel??<br />How much proud they will be..<br />She can buy whtever her sis ..wants..<br />How much happiness this will be…<br /><br />It happens with everyone..<br />We miss our family.. our old friends..<br />But we keep on going to achieve these kind of happiness..<br /></span>SAHITYIKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04679315164213973593noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979163998121567161.post-63923188798610691352009-09-08T05:35:00.000-07:002009-09-08T05:36:05.043-07:00hey hi...Hi friends..<br />So finally I m back… missed u all..<br />U know I m still in office…. Class is over…<br />But I need to have attendance of 9:30 hours.. so to cover that I have to stay here.. J<br />By d way… m in Bangalore.. in PG n missing home.. L<br />There are some good things n some bad..<br />I should start with good things.. isn’t it??<br />The thing which I liked most in Bangalore is its weather…<br />Its really cool all time..<br /><br />Got some new friends.. enjoyed last two weekends with them..<br />Went for a movie n fun zone to play games ..<br />First time tried bowling n got 2 strikes.. J<br />So much fun.. still sometimes .. in morning when I wake up..<br />I wanted to be at home.. I want when I open my eyes. My mom should there with me..<br />How beautiful it will be..<br />Just to get some bucks I m away from my family… I feel its all useless…<br />But that’s the way life is..<br /><br />Today when I was in class 2 lines came in mind..<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">“ Jab door the hm, kitni nazdikiyan thi..<br />Ab pass aa kar kyo itna door ho gaye?<br />Jante to sab pehle bhi the<br />Ab kyo use karne per majboor ho gaye?”<br /><br /></span><br />Why these lines?? For family ?? no yaar..<br />Bas yu hi.. for someone special.. he he he..<br /><br />May be or may be not.. tell me howz these lines??<br />Will be back soon..<br />With some good story or poem..<br />Till then bbye.. love u all..SAHITYIKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04679315164213973593noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979163998121567161.post-17469895380450837152009-08-03T10:47:00.000-07:002009-08-03T11:32:34.884-07:00....****....<div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Hello Tanmay.. were you sleeping??</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Hello Tamanna… n..no.. was jus going to sleep.. what happened??</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">No, nothing.. aise hi..</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">What aise hi.. We talked a while ago.. n u called again.. any problem??</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">No, just wanted to ask something.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Yes Tamanna.. say.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Umm… Its so much easy to say things while you r drunk.. isn’t it??</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Hmm…</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">You can say .. whatever you feel, whatever you want.. Without thinking that it can hurt someone. And then forget everything when you wake up next morning.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">What to say yaar..</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">No need to say.. and then the person who is hurt lives with that pain, that agony. Each and every moment feels dismayed. But the person who did this doesn’t even know what he/she did?? Isn’t it??</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>Tamanna… Tamanna…<br />Tamanna’s mom called.. The thought process, the day dreaming crashed.. Tamanna realized .<br />Oh! I was thinking all this.. How much real this felt.<br />Why can’t I say this to him? Or I can say .. but why don’t I say?? Today after 15 min conversation when I cut the phone. Something pinched in my heart. But what?? I wanted to say something, which I don’t know. Those thoughts came in form of tears. Whatever he said he forgot.. but those small or big things keep on pinching my heart.. keep on hurting .. and he doesn’t know.. and he can never know.. n what if I tell him?? Will things change ?? NO .. NO..<br />Then what?? Tamanna kept thinking while walking on roof n watching moon.. Talking to moon .. Asking questions.. Answering them herself.. </strong></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikXO4_4xCiwTLQwSOe7mwCCCuyYLZd0afUwjQyKcJ7BIZPU4wPbojPahWIj0b4r0bWWVxyFY-pB56dy2Rsl8blspXcXy5xNtMfGxt5j27uEAeY9zck8skZHHN7uKpDOJo3OjrfxbS7AUTs/s1600-h/girl+nmon.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365796109558503122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikXO4_4xCiwTLQwSOe7mwCCCuyYLZd0afUwjQyKcJ7BIZPU4wPbojPahWIj0b4r0bWWVxyFY-pB56dy2Rsl8blspXcXy5xNtMfGxt5j27uEAeY9zck8skZHHN7uKpDOJo3OjrfxbS7AUTs/s400/girl+nmon.JPG" /></a><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">P.S. : Just a random thought. No starting, No end. Just some feelings.. And please suggest a title for this post..</span></strong> </div><div align="justify">Hey friends.. i am soon going to leave my home town and going for job. So I m busy in preparations and not getting time to visit ur blogs. As soon as i will get time, will surely come to ur blogs. Till then keep in touch n keep visiting.. :)</div><div align="justify">love u all.. :)</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>Happy friendship day to u all.. :)</strong></span></div>SAHITYIKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04679315164213973593noreply@blogger.com42tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979163998121567161.post-57143728874579286862009-07-19T09:46:00.000-07:002009-08-01T00:29:25.774-07:00Fear...<div align="justify"><a href="http://www.depressedchild.org/images/girl-with-hands-to-face.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 512px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.depressedchild.org/images/girl-with-hands-to-face.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#003300;">I was having fun with my cousins, showing them pics of my recent visits, my new clothes which I bought yesterday, my golden pendent and earrings. Everyone around was happy n I was enjoying with them. After some time they all left n few moments later I felt so sad, so disgusted, I felt like I lost something valuable… My heart was aching, my eyes filled with tears.. I was in some kind of agony.. but was not able to comprehend. Was this because they all left?? No , not at all. Was it because I wasted my precious time which I could have used for my studies??? No, No, NO… I m not able to understand why all this happens to me??? I m unable to find reason.. I wanted to talk to someone desperately.. But I never do so.. Something puts me back….</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#330000;">This awful sudden feeling keeps on moving stealthily anytime n destroys all content feelings of my heart n mind. I start feeling that I have lost something very precious, Precious like my life.. That fear, that disappointment, the fear of loosing, the fear of Dark, the fear of being alone in this whole world..</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">I fear to love someone, fear from accepting that someone loves me… I fear from being hurt. I don’t want to be on top because I fear from falling. When someone says he loves me… I m not able to believe that I could be loved by some one really. I m not beautiful, not have a good physique, m not smart enough. There r people with all these qualities. Then,, why someone will choose me out of them??</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#663300;">M I underestimating myself?? May be… May be not.. I may not have such things, but still I could be loved. I have something in me, to be loved. Then why I m saying all such stupid things.. because I fear.. But I fear what????</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">*****( “</span><a href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/deep_in_my_heart-i-m_concealing_things_that_i-m/8871.html"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Deep in my heart I'm concealing things that I'm longing to say. Scared to confess what I'm feeling - frightened you'll slip away.</span></a><span style="color:#33ccff;">”)*****</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#663300;">I keep on praying God. Please!! God let me be happy. Let me be content with whatever I have. He listens. But why doesn’t he sweep out this fear out of my mind????</span><br /><span style="color:#663300;"></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#333333;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">This fear is like…</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"><span style="color:#666666;">You are in sleep seeing a dream. In your dream you see a snake all over you. Your heart beats become faster, you are not able to move your body, you are afraid like hell.. your all body perspiring … n suddenly you realize .. that it all was dream.. but still that fear, that awful feeling doesn’t go away.. u still cant move your body… have u ever felt this happening with u?? That is what happening with me.. I m locked in a maze.. n I know it is all illusion.. n still cant find a way out..</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"></span><p align="left"><a href="https://www.epa.qld.gov.au/images/nature_conservation/wildlife/threatened_species/branding_bar/Grn_tree_snake_lrg.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 414px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 483px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="https://www.epa.qld.gov.au/images/nature_conservation/wildlife/threatened_species/branding_bar/Grn_tree_snake_lrg.jpg" /></a></p><br /><span style="color:#663366;">PS: If it was not happening with you.. n if it starts.. don’t blame me..</span></div>SAHITYIKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04679315164213973593noreply@blogger.com52tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979163998121567161.post-27502833600637613602009-07-09T22:32:00.000-07:002009-07-14T04:30:08.057-07:00A wish (dream) come true...(एक सपना.... एक तमन्ना.... सच हो गई... )<strong><span style="color:#663300;">Hi friends.. so finally i m back.. missed you all.. n frm now.. will be touch with all of you... love u alll... :)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Incident 1:</span></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://www.dayafterindia.com/feb207/images/scooty.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.dayafterindia.com/feb207/images/scooty.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">2 girls with their parents on a bike were going somewhere. The younger girl was sitting in front of her father who was driving the bike. 4 persons on bike.. Talking and keep on moving..<br />Younger girl: Papa, from next time I won’t sit in front seat. I want to sit at back seat. Why don’t u buy a scooty for di.<br />Papa: Sure beta, I will buy one soon.<br />Elder Girl: Yes papa, make it faster. It’s so uncomfortable sitting 4 persons on bike.<br />Younger Girl: Yes di, when you will have your own scooty. We will travel by that only, just u n me. That will be so much of fun.<br />Elder Girl: Yes dear, we will enjoy. You n me will be our own, where ever we want to go. We will do this n that.. (Both of them start dreaming about those moments.. )<br /><br />3-4 years later, All 4 are going some where. But now mom dad on bike and both girls on their scooty.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>A small wish, a Small dream come true…</strong></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Incident 2:</span></strong><br /><a href="http://images.inmagine.com/img/inspirestock/ispc023/ispc023002.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images.inmagine.com/img/inspirestock/ispc023/ispc023002.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">A girl writing her diary.<br />“ HI dear diary, wish me happy birth day. Again one more year of my life passed. I wanted to enjoy but didn’t. why? I don’t know. I want good friends , a surprise party. Why cant I have those moments, why it only happens in tv, why not with me?”<br /><br />After 5 years, when girl was in 3rd year, again its her birth day. It was her mid term exam on that day. She came back exhausted from college. No mood of celebration b/c tomorrow is again an exam. So hectic life. She is taking rest in her room, while her friends come home and organize a small surprise for her with the help of her parents in another room. After a small nap she wakes up and goes to that room where her parents and friends are waiting for her. She enters in the room… Boom.. surprise… Happy birth day…Happiness unlimited.. Playing with cake.. trying to rub cake on each others face.. enjoying at fullest..<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">A Small Dream, A small wish come true.. ..</span><br /></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Incident 3:</span></strong><br /><a href="http://images.inmagine.com/img/bananastock/bs326/bs326040.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images.inmagine.com/img/bananastock/bs326/bs326040.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#6600cc;">A boy wishes to have cycle, a beautiful one. But his parents can’t buy it for him. He thinks he will buy that some day in his life for sure.<br /><br />25 years later….<br />He has a daughter. She is in class 4th. On her birthday he buys a very beautiful cycle for her. He makes her learn how to drive that. He himself drives that. He now has a beautiful cycle n he can drive that.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"><strong>A small Dream, a Small wish come true..</strong></span><br /><br />There are so many incidents like these.. sometimes we want something desperately, but we don’t get it that time.. but when we get that, we don’t realize that we wished that. Just felt like sharing with all of u. 1st two incidents are from my life itself n the last one happened with my father.<br /><br />U all must have such kind of incidents in your life. While reading these incidents if u remember any one such incidents in your life. Do share with me..<br /><br />I told u that my post will prompt you to think about your life. So now think and realize how many wishes of your life came true and u didn’t realize n we keep on blaming god that he doesn’t listen. M I right???<br /><span style="font-size:0;"></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">*****************************************************************</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">घटना 1</span></strong><br /><a href="http://www.dayafterindia.com/feb207/images/scooty.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.dayafterindia.com/feb207/images/scooty.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#6600cc;"> २ लड़कियां अपने मम्मी पापा के साथ कहीं घुमने जा रहीं हैं। छोटी बेटी पापा के आगे बैठी थी जो कि बाइक चला रहे थे। ४ लोग एक ही बाइक पर। बातें करते हुए जा रहे है॥<br />छोटी बेटी: पापा अगली बारे से मैं आगे नही बैठूंगी। मुझे भी पीछे बैठना है। आप दीदी कोई स्कूटी क्यो नही दिला देते??<br />पापा: हां बेटा, मैं जल्दी ही दिलवा दूंगा।<br />बड़ी बेटी : हां पापा, जल्दी दिलवा देना। एक बाइक पर ४ लोग अच्छे से नही बैठ पातें हैं।<br />छोटी बेटी : हां दी, जब आपके पास आपकी स्कूटी होगी, तो हम उसी से घूमेंगे, बस आप और मैं। हम खूब मजे करेंगे।<br />बड़ी बेटी : हां, हम मजे करेंगे। तुम और मैं कही भी जा सकेंगे, कही भी कभी भी। हम ये करेंगे , हम वो करेंगे॥ (दोनों बहुत कुछ करने के सपने देखने लगती है॥ )<br />३-४ साल बाद, , ,<br />चारों कही जा रहे है। मम्मी पापा एक बाइक पर और दोनों बेटीयां स्कूटी पर...<br /></span><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong>एक छोटा सा सपना, एक छोटी सी तमन्ना... सच हो गई.....</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:0;"></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">घटना २:</span></strong><br /><a href="http://images.inmagine.com/img/inspirestock/ispc023/ispc023002.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images.inmagine.com/img/inspirestock/ispc023/ispc023002.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">एक लड़की अपनी डायरी लिख रही है...<br />" हेल्लो प्यारी डायरी, मुझे जन्मदिन की शुभकामनायें दो। आज फिर से एक साल चला गया। मैं मजे करना चाहती थी। लेकिन नही कर पायी। क्यो?? मैं नही जानती। मुझे अच्छे दोस्त चाहिए, एक surprise party..<br />मुझे भी वो वक्त क्यो नही मिल सकता। वो लम्हे.... ये सब सिर्फ़ टी वी पर ही क्यों होता है ?? मेरे साथ क्यो नही हो सकता??<br />5 साल बाद, जब वही लड़की कॉलेज में 3rd इयर में है। फिर से आज उसका जन्मदिन है । लेकिन उसके मिड टर्म पेपर है। वो थकी हुयी कॉलेज से लौटती है और अपने कमरे में जा कर सो जाती है। तब तक उसके कुछ दोस्त घर आ कर दुसरे कमरे में उसके मम्मी पापा की मदद से उसके लिए surprise party का इंतजाम करते है।<br />जब वो सो कर उठने के बाद उस कमरे में जाती है उसके दोस्त और मम्मी पापा उसका इंतज़ार कर रहे होते है। जैसे ही वो कमरे में कदम रखती है.... boom.. surprise... Happy birth day... Happiness unlimited.. playing with cake.. enjoying at fullest..<br /></span><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong>एक छोटा सा सपना, एक तमन्ना.... सच हो गई...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:0;"></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">घटना 3</span></strong><br /><a href="http://images.inmagine.com/img/bananastock/bs326/bs326040.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images.inmagine.com/img/bananastock/bs326/bs326040.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">एक लड़का एक साइकिल चाहता है... सुंदर सी.... लेकिन उसके मम्मी पापा उसे वो साइकिल नही दिलवा सकते। वो सोचता है... अपने जीवन में कभी ना कभी वो सुंदर साइकिल जरुर खरीदेगा...<br /><br />25 साल बाद....<br />उसकी एक बेटी है। जो कि 4th क्लास में है। अपनी बेटी के जन्मदिन पर वह उसे बहुत सुदर साइकिल दिलवाता है। वो उसे साइकिल चलाना सिखाता है और ख़ुद भी वो साइकिल चलाता है । अब उसके पास सुंदर साइकिल है और वो उसे चला भी सकता है ....<br /></span><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong>एक सपना.... एक तमन्ना.... सच हो गई...</strong></span><br /><br />इस तरह एक वाक़ये हर किसी के जीवन में होते हैं। कई बारे हम कोई चीज़ बहुत दिल से चाहते है लेकिन उस वक्त हमे वह नही मिल पाती। लेकिन जब हमारा वो सपना पुरा होता है ... हम उसके बारे में भूल चुके होते है॥ आज बस यूँ ही मन हुआ आप लोगो के साथ ये बांटने का ॥ पहली २ घटनाएं मेरे जीवन की हैं।और तीसरी घटना मेरे पापा के साथ हुयी...<br /><br />इन घटनायों को पढ़ कर शायद आपको भी अपने जीवन की कोई इसी तरह की कोई घटना याद आई हो तो आप मेरे साथ उन्हें बाँट सकते है ....<br /><br />मैंने अपने पिछली पोस्ट में कहा था कि मैं आपको अपने जीवन के बारे में सोचने में मजबूर करुँगी॥ तो अब अपने<br />जीवन के बारे में सोचिये और देखिये कि इस तरह के कितने आपके सपने पूरे हुए .... जिनहे आप जान ही नही पाये॥ और हम हमेशा भगवन को दोष देते है कि वो हमारी सुनता नही .मैंने सही कहा ना??SAHITYIKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04679315164213973593noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979163998121567161.post-51136852412977369662009-06-27T04:58:00.000-07:002009-06-27T05:03:44.471-07:00...Missing U...<a href="http://www.orkutpix.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/611-i-miss-u.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.orkutpix.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/611-i-miss-u.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Hi friends…<br /></span></strong><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">I m really missing u all… Actually not getting time to visit blogs.. but I m really baffled to see so many comments on my last post.. truly speaking .. I never ever thought of it.. But now I can understand why people say that blogging is a different world… so many new people, so many emotions.. but still something is similar between all. The thing is that we can be here.. What we are. No need to be someone else.. U can jus spit out whatever comes in ur mind.. I m really happy to be here.. Got so many supporters , who love my ideas.. can feel my pain , can be happy when I m happy…<br />Jus wanted to thank everyone for being with me.. for sharing with me.. for supporting me.. hope in future our relation will become more stronger.. will be back soon after completion of my work..<br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Miss u all… Hope you all miss me too..</span><br />Will be back with something new…which will prompt you to think about ur life… </span>SAHITYIKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04679315164213973593noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979163998121567161.post-10095997772525811642009-06-11T00:21:00.000-07:002009-06-12T09:16:45.881-07:00Trust.. (विश्वास)<div align="center"><a href="http://sahityika.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html"><strong>One of my old poem.. but very close to my this post..to read click here..</strong></a><strong><br /></strong><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>“To be trusted is a greater compliment than being loved.”</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEissljdtCBwz8TBJt2oKOS2xD-v3zviZpdtV7EMOhGNVhdgB746jQOQQeomIV2G5DH3sJLOD4MGriDufYKa2Aco2Dk3Rch2U356x-4zHk8VEvEC7ZHqktmKahQH9bEm4E2KuOIQKnT1uMrT/s1600-h/trust.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345975511516711586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEissljdtCBwz8TBJt2oKOS2xD-v3zviZpdtV7EMOhGNVhdgB746jQOQQeomIV2G5DH3sJLOD4MGriDufYKa2Aco2Dk3Rch2U356x-4zHk8VEvEC7ZHqktmKahQH9bEm4E2KuOIQKnT1uMrT/s400/trust.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#330000;"><strong>Thanx dear,<br />Today you made me realize that I m not even a friend of yours. I am not someone to be trusted. </strong></span></div><span style="color:#330000;"><strong><div align="left"><br />I hope you remember the incident when we were new in our relationship and once when we were chatting you asked me my pic. But I declined. You were hurt so much. You didn’t even talk to me for some time .Any how I convinced u that what I did was not wrong. B/c at that time I was afraid that my pic could be used for wrong purpose. b/c that day only I read a news regarding misuse of pics. After knowing this, u were convinced. Why I m telling u this now?? What’s the significance? I know at that time when I didn’t trust u, u was hurt badly.<br /><br />Now today, when u indirectly said that what ever emotions I show for u its all a kind of show-off, its not from bottom of my heart. What could I have said in reply, I can’t make some one trust me forcefully? What could I have done to prove it?? Even before this incident u once said that whatever I ask u to do or whatever I ask you not to do ,b/c its good or bad for you, “u thought that I was pretending. I didn’t care for u, I pretend that I care for u.” oh dear! I can’t explain n I just can’t prove that all those things I say to u its from my heart not something else. But how to make u understand don’t know.<br /><br />It hurts, it hurts too much, when someone don’t believe u, someone doubts your feelings. But I know I can not make you understand. U can never feel the pain…<br /><br />########################################<br /><br /></div><a href="http://bohochick.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/windowslivewriter5thingsivebeenreallybadat-10c09broken-trust-by-bleedingdesperation6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 464px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 343px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://bohochick.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/windowslivewriter5thingsivebeenreallybadat-10c09broken-trust-by-bleedingdesperation6.jpg" /></a>thanx dear,<br />आज तुमने मुझे ये एहसास करवा दिया कि मैं तुम्हारी दोस्त भी नही, मैं विश्वास के काबिल ही नही॥<br /><br />शायद तुम्हे याद हो वो दिन , जब हमारा ये रिश्ता नया नया था, और chatting करते वक्त जब तुमने मुझसे मेरी फोटो मांगी थी, मैंने मना कर दिया था। तुम्हे बहुत बुरा लगा था। कुछ वक्त तक तुमने मुझसे बात भी नही की थी। मैंने किसी तरह तुम्हे समझाया कि मैं ग़लत नही थी। क्योंकि मैं डर गई थी कि मेरी फोटो का ग़लत उपयोग न हो। क्योकि उसी दिन मैंने अख़बार में एक ऐसी ही ख़बर पढ़ी थी। यह सब जान कर तुम नोर्मल तो हो गए। लेकिन मैं ये सब तुमसे अब क्यो कह रही हूँ?? इसकी क्या जरुरत है?? मैं जानती हूँ उस वक्त जब मैंने तुम पर विश्वास नही किया था तुम्हे बहुत बुरा लगा था।<br /><br />लेकिन आज, जब तुमने अप्रत्यक्ष तरीके से यह जताया कि " मैं तुम्हारे लिए जो भी भावनाए दिखाती हूँ वो सब दिखावा है, ये सब मैं दिल से नही करती। मैं क्या कह सकती थी जवाब में? मैं तुमसे जबरजस्ती तो नही कर सकती कि तुम मुझपर विश्वास करो, और मैं इसे सत्य सिद्ध करने करने के लिए कर भी क्या सकती हूँ??<br />इससे पहले भी एक बार तुमने मुझसे कहा था कि तुम्हे लगता है कि " मैं तुम्हे जो भी करने को कहती हूँ या कुछ करने से रोकती हूँ , सिर्फ़ तुम्हारी भलाई के लिए , वो सब भी तुम्हे दिखावा लगता है , कभी सच नही लगा। तुम्हे लगता है कि मैं तुम्हारा अच्छा नही सोचती, बस ऐसा करने का दिखावा करती हूँ। " और मैं इसे सिद्ध करने के लिए कुछ कर भी नही सकती।<br /><br />बुरा लगता है, बहुत बुरा लगता है, जब कोई आप पर विश्वास ना करे, आपकी भावनाओ पर शक करे , लेकिन मैं जानती हूँ की तुम्हे ये समझाने के लिए मैं कुछ नही करती सकती। तुमने कभी उस कष्ट को महसूस नही कर सकते।<br /><a href="http://www.birgits-sjov-med-psp.dk/script/inge_2/heart5a.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.birgits-sjov-med-psp.dk/script/inge_2/heart5a.gif" /></a> </strong></span><a href="http://sahityika.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html"></a><a href="http://sahityika.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html"></a><a href="http://sahityika.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html"></a>SAHITYIKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04679315164213973593noreply@blogger.com58tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979163998121567161.post-66626097687178824192009-06-03T10:04:00.000-07:002009-06-03T10:43:55.235-07:001st theft.. (पहली चोरी.)<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">अपने पाठकों के लिए ये कहानी मैं हिन्दी और इंग्लिश दोनों में लिख रही हूँ।" क्योकि मेरे ब्लॉग पर आने वाले पाठक दोनों तरह के है ॥ आशा करती हूँ मेरा ये प्रयास <span style="font-size:0;">सफल </span>होगा॥</span></span><span style="font-size:0;"> </span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX59b3vQyuO4zI7ldQktPixbto59_fqaLtNucLAiiEdOd981W3fzxABwE6jZrSXI5nU_WYzPO0Z1hFanUnpTjW52FvpdLWCiWHPSc9CWIoBbNaeQAzVUNcRmzjM7SBz12iNCKacKchLMgr/s1600-h/UT1580.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343156269350356962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX59b3vQyuO4zI7ldQktPixbto59_fqaLtNucLAiiEdOd981W3fzxABwE6jZrSXI5nU_WYzPO0Z1hFanUnpTjW52FvpdLWCiWHPSc9CWIoBbNaeQAzVUNcRmzjM7SBz12iNCKacKchLMgr/s400/UT1580.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:0;"></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">“Mom, may I go to play??”<br />“Yes beta, but don’t be late.”<br />“Ok, Mummy.. “<br />Girl goes out and find out her friends.<br />“ hi Meenu, hi mini.. What are you playing? I also want to play with you.”<br />“Hi Jeni, we are playing home sweet home with our dolls, where is yours??”<br />“Oh! I forgot to bring.”<br />“No problem, play with ours. “<br />“Ok, I will be the mom of this doll and you will come to meet me at my place and we will go for a walk. Later Meenu will join us.”<br />“Ok” Meenu and Jeni said.<br />After arranging some stuff they started their game.<br />“Ting-tong”<br />“who’s there??” Mini asked.<br />“ It’s me. Jeni..”<br />“ hi Jeni, How are you??”<br />“ I m fine. Came to see your daughter doll.”<br />“how is she??”<br />“she is fine now.”<br />“oh wait! Let me bring something to eat.”<br />After few seconds Mini came back.<br />“hey Jeni, hey Meenu. There is nothing left. What should we do now??”<br />“let’s bring some biscuit from our house.”<br />Meenu: “ my mom is not at home.”<br />Mini: “ I won’t go home. My mom won’t allow me to come back.”<br />Jeni: “ok, come to my place.”<br />Jeni went home with her friends. Her mom was sleeping.<br />“what should we do now?” Jeni asked.<br />Meenu: “ let’s get something from near by shop.”<br />Mini : “but we don’t have money.”<br />Jeni : “my father have lots of money. But he is not at home.” <br />Meenu : “why don’t you take out some from his pocket?”<br />Jeni : “oh yes! I can do that. There is his trouser.”<br />Jeni climbed on a chair and took out one note from the pocket. She took randomly whatever she got. It was a Rs. 50 note. They went to a near by shop and brought a pack of biscuit and gave the note to the shopkeeper. They came back without taking any money back and went to the place where they were playing.<br />In evening when Jeni came back his father asked her “ beta You took money from my pocket.??” In little angry voice. Jeni realized that she has done something wrong. She started weeping and said “ yes papa. But Meenu asked me to do.”<br />Father: “oh! Meenu asked you and you did that. Why did not you ask your mom??”<br />Jeni: “Sorry papa, I will never do this again.”<br />After a little bit of scolding and with a warning Jeni was set free.<br />Actually the shopkeeper knew the family and he came to Jeni’s father about money and returned the left over. This incident took place about 15 years ago. At that time 50 Rs. Were very valuable compared to present time.<br />That was my 1st and last such kind of mistake. But whenever me and my parents talk about that we all laugh and cherish those unforgettable memories.<br />PS : I am sure you all must have done some mischief like this or some kind of pranks. So why don’t you share it with me.. <br /></span></strong><br /><a href="http://wwwdelivery.superstock.com/WI/223/1439/PreviewComp/SuperStock_1439R-51047.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://wwwdelivery.superstock.com/WI/223/1439/PreviewComp/SuperStock_1439R-51047.jpg" /></a><br />************************************************************************************<br /><br /><span style="font-size:0;">"</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#006600;">मम्मी </span></span><span style="color:#006600;"><span style="font-size:130%;">, मैं खेलने जाऊँ??"<br />"हाँ बेटा, लेकिन जल्दी आ जाना।"<br />"ठीक है मम्मी।"<br />लड़की बाहर जाती है और अपनी सहेलियों को ढूंढती है।<br />"मीनू, मिनी तुम लोग क्या खेल रहे हो?? मुझे भी खेलना है । "<br />"जेनी, हम घर-घर खेल रहे हैं अपनी गुडिया के साथ। तुम्हारी कँहा है??"<br />"अरे, मैं तो लाना ही भूल गई। "<br />" कोई बात नही। हमारी गुडिया से खेल लो। "<br />" अच्छा, मैं इस गुडिया की मम्मी बनूंगी और तुम मेरे घर आना मुझसे मिलने। फिर हम घुमने चलेंगे जहा बाद में हमे मीनू मिल जायेगी। " मिनी बोली।<br />जेनी और मीनू बोलीं " ठीक है।"<br />अपना कुछ सामान लगाने के बाद उन्होंने अपना खेल शुरू किया।<br />"टिंग - टिंग"<br />" कौन है??" मिनी ने पूछा।<br />"मैं हूँ जेनी "<br />" जेनी, कैसी हो??"<br />"मैं अच्छी हूँ। तुम्हारी गुडिया को देखने आई थी । वो कैसी है ??"<br />"अब अच्छी है।"<br />"अच्छा रुको , मैं तुम्हारे खाने के लिए कुछ लाती हूँ।"<br />मिनी कुछ देर बाद लौट कर आई।<br />"जेनी , मीनू, यहाँ तो कुछ है ही नही खाने को। सब ख़त्म हो गया। अब क्या करें??"<br />" चलो कुछ बिस्किट अपने घर से ले आयें।"<br />मीनू : "मेरी मम्मी घर पर नही हैं।"<br />मिनी : "मैं घर नही जाउंगी, जाउंगी तो मम्मी वापिस नही आने देंगीं।"<br />जेनी : " अच्छा मेरे घर चलो।"<br />जेनी अपनी सहेलियों के साथ घर पहुची। लेकिन उसकी मम्मी सो रही थीं।<br />"अब क्या करें? मम्मी तो सो रही हैं।"<br />मीनू : "चलो पास वाली दूकान से कुछ ले आते हैं "<br />मिनी : "लेकिन हमारे पास पैसे नही हैं ।"<br />जेनी : "मेरे पापा के पास बहुत सारे हैं, लेकिन अभी वो हैं नही।"<br />मीनू : "तुम अंकल की जेब में से कुछ पैसे क्यों नही ले लेती?"<br />जेनी : " अरे हाँ, ये तो मैं कर सकती हूँ। वो रहा पापा का पैंट।"<br />जेनी एक कुर्सी पर चढ़ कर जेब में से एक नोट निकल लेती है। जो भी उसके हाथ में आता है। यह एक 50 रूपये का नोट होता है । तीनो दुकान पर जाकर एक बिस्किट का पैकेट लेती है और नोट देकर बिना पैसे वापिस लिए आ जाती है और फिर से खेलने चलीं जाती हैं।<br />शाम को जब जेनी घर लौटी है उसके पापा उससे गुस्से में पूछते है " क्यो बेटा। तुमने मेरी जेब में से पैसे निकाले?"<br />पापा को गुस्सा देख कर जेनी रुआंसी हो जाती है और समझ जाती है कि उससे कोई गलती हो गई है। बोलती है " हाँ पापा मैं निकले थे। लेकिन मुझसे मीनू कहा था ऐसा करने को।"<br />पापा : "अच्छा मीनू ने कहा और तुमने निकल लिए। मम्मी से नही पुछ सकती थीं।??"<br />जेनी : (रोते हुए) सॉरी पापा, अब आगे से ऐसा नही करुँगी। "<br />पापा उसे थोडा और डाट कर जाने देते हैं।</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><span style="font-size:130%;">असल में दुकान वाला जेनी के पापा को जानता था और वह घर आ कर पापा को बता देता है और बचे हुए पैसे भी वापिस कर जाता है । ये वाकिया आज से 15 साल पहले हुआ था। तब 5o रूपये की कीमत आज की तुलना में बहुत होती थी।</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><span style="font-size:130%;">ये मेरे जीवन की पहली और अन्तिम चोरी थी। लेकिन आज भी जब मैं अपने मम्मी पापा के साथ इसे याद करती हूँ तो हम बहुत हँसते हैं।</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><span style="font-size:130%;">आप लोगों के जीवन में भी ऐसी अनेको घटनाएं हुयी होंगी। आप चाहे तो मेरे साथ उन्हें बाँट सकते है ॥ :) </span></span>SAHITYIKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04679315164213973593noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979163998121567161.post-35447997065024165872009-05-29T09:09:00.000-07:002009-05-29T09:32:01.760-07:00Unanswered Questions...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVWDxyyOaoLAsQePj4Z6Vfr418UXl3XGxFLN6snM2KIoHLT5pi7HJfz60dAssJme0gw8ydrm1B8sod5LX9wa8GNERz7VXYo8l6QVSWXZy6NX6K-WO3nkZZwxxl43vthD-MLC3PttCeovXJ/s1600-h/teenage-girl-reading_~039h0102ec.jpg"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341282937896736626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVWDxyyOaoLAsQePj4Z6Vfr418UXl3XGxFLN6snM2KIoHLT5pi7HJfz60dAssJme0gw8ydrm1B8sod5LX9wa8GNERz7VXYo8l6QVSWXZy6NX6K-WO3nkZZwxxl43vthD-MLC3PttCeovXJ/s400/teenage-girl-reading_~039h0102ec.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#6600cc;">A room having a double bed, 1 wooden ward robe, a study table, so many books around, some on table, some on bed … . Tamanna having a pillow in her lap, hand on her chin, book on pillow, songs being played in mob. And a fascinating smile on her face with twinkling eyes.<br />She was thinking… smile on her face told that it was some thing very interesting, something which made her so happy.</span><br /></span></span><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">“Oh dear! You know how much I miss you when I watch “ Mile Jab Hum Tum”. The story of Nupur and Mayank. The way Mayank stares at Nupur and when Nupur blushes, Oh god, I feel those emotions. I feel it’s me in place of Nupur and it’s you in place of Mayank. My heart starts beating faster. When I think of it, a smile comes on my face.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ_62A-kBCgbLYuZ9lxJWy8LSeHqpY5lVsF-t4RoSro6CVbuH2StUM7D1DFdAZo6k42KISTsg-meECM37Rd-oKgBWiAXiY5TP3f0aY10v2R0Bm-Xi76W5etAeLLMav4nVRYnHvoJGBd8Z2/s1600-h/tpbase1.jpg"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341282655358964050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ_62A-kBCgbLYuZ9lxJWy8LSeHqpY5lVsF-t4RoSro6CVbuH2StUM7D1DFdAZo6k42KISTsg-meECM37Rd-oKgBWiAXiY5TP3f0aY10v2R0Bm-Xi76W5etAeLLMav4nVRYnHvoJGBd8Z2/s400/tpbase1.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><br />How much time I spend imagining you…. NO!! you and me.. fighting, walking, talking, having fun together and sometimes just eyes in eyes , in background a soft music. You and me on roof, walking, having hand in hand, my head on your shoulder. Just a thought of all these moments makes me smile, makes me happy. But when will all this happen?? When will u be near me? With me??<br />The song picturized on Rekha and amitabh of silsila movie come in mind..<br />Mai aur meri tanhai aksar ye baatein karte hai..tum hoti to kaisa hota..<br />Tum ye kahti tum wo kahti .. tum is baat per hairan hoti .. tum is baat per hasti.<br />Tum hoti to aisa hota.. tum hoti to vaisa hota..<br />Mai aur meri tanhai aksar ye baatein karte hai..<br />Am I wrong? If I m desperate to get you, to be with you? Some people don’t express their emotions, their desires and I say them , I express them, Is that my mistake?? Why at each and every point, at every work, at most of the moments, I want to tell you that what happened? Why I can keep on listening you hours and hours??<br />IS THIS YOU?? About whom I m thinking right now. Yes! It can be you and if it’s not you then???”<br /></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#6600cc;">The smile vanished from the face of Tamanna.</span><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;">“I love you, but I hate you too. I like you and dislike you too. Oh! I am so confused. What I want? I want you but why I think it’s not possible? I see you in my dreams and always see that you are around me but never with me. Why?? I can’t understand my dreams. I want to tell everything, But something inside me stops me. Oh god! What to do??<br /></span><span style="color:#6600cc;">Eyes of tamanna filled with tears.</span><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">“I know there are so many things that you will never know and may be I will never show…. !”<br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#6600cc;">Tamanna’s mom entered in the room. “ Beta,what happened?” Tamanna said( wiping her tears) “ no mom , nothing.”<br />Mom “ oh beta, don’t take this much tension of studies.”<br />Tamanna smiled and thought</span> </span></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">“ Yes mom, I will not.But these unanswered questions, when will I get the answers?? May be never or may be someday or may be when again I will be thinking like this.. :) “<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#006600;">PS: some one came in ur mind while reading this post?? Are u smiling thinking of him/her. then u really like him/her. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#006600;">and i caught u.. ha ha ha.. :P</span>SAHITYIKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04679315164213973593noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979163998121567161.post-14507863606213100212009-05-27T04:02:00.000-07:002009-05-27T19:27:23.576-07:00अनजान मुलाकात - अन्तिम भाग<a href="http://sahityika.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html">To read part-1 click here</a><br /><a href="http://sahityika.blogspot.com/2009/05/part-2.html">To read part-2 click here.</a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">1 बजे नींद खुली। ट्रेन किसी स्टेशन पर खड़ी थी। वह अब भी बात कर रहा था। कह रहा था " कल सुबह जाना नही है क्या? कितना पढ़ लिया?? अच्छे से पढो।" मेरा मन फिर हुआ कि पूछूँ " क्या आप लखनऊ से है?" लेकिन उसने पूछा " क्यों? " तो क्या जवाब दूंगी। यह सोच कर रुक गई। 5:30 AM हो गए थे। थोडी ही देर में भोपाल आने वाला था। मैं नीचे उतर आई। अब वह फ़ोन पर कह रहा था " शायद भोपाल आने वाला है। मैं जहा रुकूँगा, वह स्मोकिंग नही कर पाउँगा। मालूम नही ये 2-3 दिन कैसे काटेंगे। " मुझे उसकी बात सुन कर हँसी आ गई।<br />कुछ देर बाद सब उठ कर दरवाजे की ओर जाने लगे। स्टेशन बस कुछ ही मिनट दूर था। फिर से मन में वही बात आई , पूछ लूँ क्या?? पूछ लुंगी तो क्या फरक पढेगा? नही पूछूंगी तो लगता रहेगा कि काश पूछ लेती। आख़िरकार उसने अपनी फ़ोन वाली से बाय बाय की ओर खड़ा हो गया। मुझसे पूछा " भोपाल आ गया क्या?? " मैंने कहा "हाँ" । वह मेरे ही पीछे खड़ा था। अंततः मैंने पूछ ही लिया " आप लखनऊ से है क्या?" उसने कहा " हाँ , लेकिन आपको कैसे पता चला??" मैंने कहा " बस आपकी कुछ बातें सुनी और आपकी बातें करने के तरीके से मुझे ऐसा लगा। वैसे मेरा एक दोस्त लखनऊ का ही है। " इतने मैं स्टेशन आ गया और हम नीचे उतर गए।<br />नीचे उतरने पर वह बोला " मैंने ट्रेन में आपको रोते हुए देखा था। मैं बस इतना कहना चाहता हूँ कि आंसू बहुत कीमती होते हैं, इन्हे यूँ ही किसी के लिए मत बहाया करिए। always keep smiling। "<br />इतने में मुझे पापा दिख गए और मैं उनके पास चली गई। खुशी मेरे चेहरे से छलक रही थी। पापा ने पूछा " क्या हुआ बेटा ? बहुत खुश हो? " अब मैं क्या कहती । मैं बोली " पापा मैं पुणे अकेले हो आई न इसीलिए। " अब इसके आलावा कहती भी क्या?? कि एक लड़का मिला जो कि लखनऊ का था। मैंने उससे पूछा और उसने हाँ कहा। मैं इसीलिए खुश हूँ। पर जो भी था एक अनजान व्यक्ति और उसकी अनजान बातें। फिर भी वह कितना जाना पहचाना लगा। अब भी यही सोचती हूँ। कहीं राह चलते फिर से कंही वो मिल जाये तो अब की बार क्या पूछूंगी?? </span>SAHITYIKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04679315164213973593noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979163998121567161.post-79572835829033888752009-05-17T08:53:00.000-07:002009-05-17T09:12:42.468-07:00NATURE or NURTURE<a href="http://static.desktopnexus.com/wallpapers/75986-bigthumbnail.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://static.desktopnexus.com/wallpapers/75986-bigthumbnail.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Two friends on the terrace at around 12 in night. A beautiful view of charismatic sky with lots of lovely twinkling stars and crescent glaring moon. Some small clouds playing hide and seek, making view so blissful that both galz started pondering over their dream world and moreover about their dream boy</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Tanvi :</strong> Hey! Anamika, how would it feel like having dinner with my dream man at one of the beautiful beach of Goa with this kind of celestial bodies flaring around?</span></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong>Anamika :</strong> hey! That’s great. You know what I dream about……. Ummm… Minimum 5’10” height, Muscular built, Whitish color, A little curly short hairs, Strong face with sharp nose, Green attractive eyes, in white shirt and plain blue jeans. A total tough man with soft heart.<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Tanvi :</strong> Wow, you are too close. Huh… Just some more facial features and you can draw his pic. But there is a contradiction. A tough man with soft heart?? He must come from another world. You know you can’t get a perfect man on this earth. It’s a kind of making juggle around you.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Anamika :</strong> Oh really!! Don’t try to lull me. I still believe I can get one. (lolz)</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Tanvi :</strong> May god bless you. I don’t have any problem attending your marriage after 15-20 years. By the way have you ever given it a thought: Why girls think of a superman or a superior man in their life??</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#663300;"><strong>Anamika :</strong> What’s new in that? Every one dreams of getting best in their lives. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Tanvi :</strong> Yaa that’s true. But still, what my perception is- boyz of course dream of a woman with good body, features and beauty. But never superior to them and it’s a fact.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#663300;"><strong>Anamika :</strong> Is it like that? Have you done PhD on this topic? Ha Ha Ha .. .. It’s a matter of fact that women are soft, tender, and fragile and they need someone to care about.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Tanvi :</strong> May be, But why they should be superior in all aspects like in their earning, their intelligence and other fields too.. Don’t a woman cares a man being inferior to him? That’s your words .. huh..That’s your words .. huh..</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#663300;"><strong>Anamika :</strong> It’s not exactly like this. But it’s the NATURE since evolution took place. Even when you consider animals the male ones try to lure the female ones by proving they are the best, they are the strongest..</span></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Tanvi :</strong> Yaa, very true. But we are human being. We have got a brain to think over. Don’t we???<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#663300;"><strong>Anamika :</strong> yeah.. sure, But what is your opinion?</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Tanvi :</strong> May be upto some extent you are right. It can be genetic, deeply penetrated in our genes. Men are tough and aggressive & women are soft and caring. But when it comes to choosing a partner why parents go for a superior groom compared to bride? Why always man’s ego come in between?? Women also have ego……..</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#663300;"><strong>Anamika :</strong> That’s quite convincing. But what do you want to prove with this???</span></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Tanvi :</strong> Just wanted to clarify, it’s NURTURE not nature that matters. We live in a society where since our birth we see such things and things around make our mind. We always see dominating man and if opposite happens there are conflicts..because that hurts man’s ego. Exceptions apart..<br />It’s the society, it’s the way we got nurtured by our parents , that makes our thinking. We think that better to accept it and lead a peaceful life. ….</span></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="color:#663300;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Anamika :</strong> ohk.. dear. You are also right. But we were discussing about our dream boyz and landed here with <strong>NATURE or NURTURE</strong> debate. Let our readers decide whether its nature or nurture….</span><br /></span><br /></span></span></div>SAHITYIKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04679315164213973593noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979163998121567161.post-16181444985898158402009-05-14T22:29:00.000-07:002009-05-16T05:23:22.149-07:00एक तरफ़ उसका घर एक तरफ़ मैकदा<a href="http://star-ecentral.com/archives/2007/12/23/movies/sv_pg03robbie.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://star-ecentral.com/archives/2007/12/23/movies/sv_pg03robbie.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">A beautiful Garden, blooming flowers, chirping birds, orange rays of setting sun falling on fountain making the scene so beautiful and romantic. But on a corner bench of garden some thing serious was going on…..<br /><br />Boy: Is this your last decision??<br /><br />Girl: Yes. (In very sad tone and eyes filled with tears)<br /><br />Boy: Can’t you give me one more chance?? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Girl: No! I have given you some many chances, tried to convince you in each and every </span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">way. But you were never able to keep your promises. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Boy: But, I love you so much… </span><br /><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Girl: Me too. That’s why I am leaving. I can’t see you like this. I hate people who drink or smoke. But still I loved you. </span></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Boy: I am trying to quit it… </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Girl: No, You are not. I asked you to choose one; Me or them. You chose them. </span><br /><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Boy: No, I didn’t. I chose you. </span></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Girl: That’s why you kept on drinking and smoking?? You kept on saying sorry.. but you never ever gave it a serious try. I don’t want to hate you… I can’t see you like this… It hurts </span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">very much... (tears start falling). </span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Girl stands up and starts walking away. Tears keep on falling, but there is no other way out. Boy keeps on staring at her until she becomes invisible. He still can’t believe this happened to him.<br />He slowly stands up and starts walking towards nearest pan shop। He buys a pack of cigarette. Suddenly he hears a song being played at Pan wala’s shop…॥ </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">ऐ-गमे ज़िन्दगी कुछ तो दे मशवरा </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">एक तरफ़ उसका घर एक तरफ़ मैकदा</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">मैं कहाँ जाऊँ होता नही फ़ैसला</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">एक तरफ़ उसका घर एक तरफ़ मैकदा</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">ज़िन्दगी एक है और तलबगार दो</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">जान अकेली मगर जान के हक़दार दो</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">दिल बता पहले किसका करू हक़ अदा</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">एक तरफ़ उसका घर एक तरफ़ मैकदा</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">इस ताल्लुक को मैं कैसे तोडू जफ़र</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">किसको अपनाऊ मैं किसको छोडू जफ़र</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">मेरा दोनों से है रिश्ता नजदीक का</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">एक तरफ़ उसका घर एक तरफ़ मैकदा.....</span></strong> </div><div align="center">## To all the readers - Please give your opinion about the story and the thing girl did was right or wrong. I need both perspective ( from boyz n girlz .. ).<br /></div><div align="left"> </div><br /><strong>* मैकदा -bar<br />* मशवरा-advice<br />*तलबगार- a person who claims for something<br />*ताल्लुक-realtion</strong>SAHITYIKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04679315164213973593noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979163998121567161.post-66320807080298919422009-05-14T00:17:00.000-07:002009-05-27T09:40:51.144-07:00अनजान मुलाकात part-2<a href="http://sahityika.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">To read Part-1 click here</span></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:0;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">जब ट्रेन चलने लगी तो मैंने एक व्यक्ति से बात करके उपर वाली सीट ले ली। उपर जा कर मैंने सामन व्यवस्थित किया और ओड़ने के लिए चादर निकली। तब मैंने देखा कि वह अब भी फ़ोन पर बातें कर रहा था। तब मुझे पक्का यकीन हो गया कि वह किसी लड़की से बातें कर रहा था। क्योंकि मैं अकेली थी और बोर हो रही थी तो सोचा क्यों ना उसकी बातें ही सुनू। ट्रेन कि शोर कि वजह से बहुत कम सुनाई पड़ रहा था। जब कभी ट्रेन धीमी होती मैं तभी कुछ सुन पाती थी। वह अपनी साइड लोअर बर्थ पर इस तरह लेटा था कि मेरी सीट उसे साफ़ दिखाई दे रही होगी। मेरी सीट से भी उसका चेहरा व उसकी सीट दिखाई दे रही थी। लेकिन लाइट बंद होने के बाद मैं उसे नही देख सकती थी। लेकिन वह मुझे देख सकता था क्योकि मेरी सीट के सामने लगा नाईट लैंप जल रहा था।<br /><br />कुछ देर बाद मैंने अपने एक दोस्त को फ़ोन लगाया। पहले तो फ़ोन लगा नही और जब लगा उसने उठाया नही। बाद में उसका फ़ोन आया था। मैंने उसे अपने इंटरव्यू के बारे में बताया और दिल्ली ट्रिप के बारे में बता रही थी कि अचानक नेटवर्क चले जाने से फ़ोन कट गया। थोडी देर बाद जब नेटवर्क आया और मैंने फ़ोन किया था उसका फ़ोन व्यस्त था। मैंने फिर उस लड़के की और ध्यान दिया वो अब भी बातें कर रहा था। कह रहा था- "तुम जानती हो पीने की आदत मुझे बिल्कुल नही है। बस कभी कभी पी लेता हूँ। सच कह रहा हूँ छोड़ दूंगा। लेकिन स्मोकिंग छोड़ना बहुत कठिन है। लेकिन मैं कोशिश कर सकता हूँ।"<br /><br />मैं अपनी सीट पर बैठी हुयी उसकी बातें सुन रही थी। ये बातें सुन कर मेरे मन में ख्याल आया " कोई इतना एक जैसा कैसे हो सकता है। वही बातें और बातें करने का अंदाज भी वही। क्या लखनऊ के सारे लोग एक जैसी ही बातें करते हैं या सारे लड़के ही एक जैसे बातें करते हैं।" मेरा मन फिर हुआ कि मैं पूछूं " क्या आप लखनऊ से हो ?" मैं फिर कुछ पुरानी बातें सोचने लगी और उन्हें सोचते सोचते आंखों में आंसू आ गए। ट्रेन का शोर बढ़ गया था। 12 बज रहे थे। मुझे नींद आने लगी और मैं सो गई।<br /></span><br /><a href="http://sahityika.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_27.html">to read last part click here</a>SAHITYIKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04679315164213973593noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979163998121567161.post-86839501285707297702009-05-10T05:56:00.000-07:002009-05-10T06:08:09.649-07:00माँ<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRnOaFAeSjizDv6UE6SwjUluTMvouB6ZbYEXB7vbenf2GwqE0HjKT2ytGhuh6Hl2dlD7EzBymlsN8agCIxa4Bs0f5PbgX23X4XrMZgKZ1e8nJrg1vKiM5MkKYwp21N6jhH152yptsuazE9/s1600-h/seward-mother-and-child.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334180939772715490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRnOaFAeSjizDv6UE6SwjUluTMvouB6ZbYEXB7vbenf2GwqE0HjKT2ytGhuh6Hl2dlD7EzBymlsN8agCIxa4Bs0f5PbgX23X4XrMZgKZ1e8nJrg1vKiM5MkKYwp21N6jhH152yptsuazE9/s400/seward-mother-and-child.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>आज मन जरा उदास है...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>ना जाने किस बात की आस है...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>सब कुछ तो है मेरे पास ...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>पर कारण कुछ खास है... </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>पढ़ाई की चिंता है शायद...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>या फिर दोस्तों से नही मिल पाने का गम है...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>या फिर ये उदासी मेरा भ्रम है...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>भ्रम तो टूट जाते है लेकिन...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>अभी वर्तमान और भ्रम सम है...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>शायद माँ के पास ना होने से ...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>मेरे दिल का कोई कोना नम है...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>जब दूर हो कोई, तभी ...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>अहमियत समझ में आती है...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>जैसे मरूभूमि में ...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>प्यासे को पानी की आस सताती है...</strong></span></div>SAHITYIKAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04679315164213973593noreply@blogger.com7