The most touchy poem written by a Husband for his loving wife after her death.....(After reading this ask urself is there any age to cry....Does size really matter???)
It never came in my thoughts
That there will be a day in my life
I'll stay alone at our home
All alone- sans my loving wife
Her voice I wont hear in the morning
She wont wake me up in haste
When in the late night I'm surfing
She wont ask me to take rest
I can still hear she was asking
For our babies she wanted to survive
I know now how much does it hurt
For I'm missing my loving wife
I can't stop missing you darling
No matter how much I try
I won't let the whole world know
Because I'm too big to cry
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!! MERA BHARAT MAHAN !!!
You know why ???
Bcoz ...
India is a country where labor is cheap and plentiful, where people make a living in every kind of way. Some work behind a desk, others work behind a counter, many work their behinds off. They toil in the hot sun, earning in an entire year what the top film actor, Shahrukh Khan, makes just getting his nose powdered.
India is a country of change, where some, like the telecom engineers, are constantly adapting to change, while others, like the tramps on the street, are eager to accept change. Signs of change are everywhere, from the man on the ox cart who can't do without his cell phone to the conscientious beggar who keeps track of contributions using Microsoft Excel.
India is a country of tradition, where teachers are given immense respect, while toilet cleaners are given more toilets to clean. A persistent reporter once found dignity of labor in India, but was soon ordered out of the delivery room.
India is a country of entrepreneurs, prominent ones whose bathrooms are lined with silver and gold, and ordinary ones whose bathrooms are lined with railroad ties. Entrepreneurs can be seen everywhere, some conducting business in air-conditioned comfort, others balancing their books and themselves on bicycles.
India is a country of vendors, people selling food, flowers and other items, everything but G-string underwear. Many carry their goods right past your doorstep, traveling by foot, cart or cycle. "Bhaliwala!" some of them shout, loud enough to give your children nightmares. Others climb onto moving buses and trains, sell food to the passengers, then jump off before the conductor has a chance to ask them for a cut.
India is a country of inspiration, where authors are inspired to write original books, and movie producers are inspired to swipe Hollywood scripts. People ignore the books, but flock to the movies, recognizing how much creativity is involved in translating English to Hindi.
India is a country of customer service, where you'll get excellent assistance anywhere, as long as you're willing to wait for it. At the gas (petrol) station, you'll find three uniformed attendants ready to help: the first to open your tank, the second to fill it up, and the third to help you close your jaw after you see the total price.
India is a country of opportunity, as long as you're the right age and sex. "Must be under 30," one job ad says, as though someone in the company is seeking a wife. Meanwhile, on the matrimonial page, a handsome bachelor is inviting responses from qualified candidates.
India is a country of artistry, where some people create beautiful buildings and walls, and others ruin them with pictures of politicians. On many walls across the country, you'll find more politicians than movie stars, more crooks than cracks.
India is a country of handy men and women. If you need a job done, don't pick up the phone - just open your front door and yell, "Anyone know how to fix my computer? I've got cash!" If you have a skin problem, don't go to a doctor - just open your front door and yell, "Anyone know how to treat my skin? I've got rash!"
!!! MERA BHARAT MAHAN !!!
Yar its a bitter truth but just ask urself wht u r contributing to nation. SO Frndz plz never reduce ur love for your own country... She has given you identity in this world . Make our country more beautiful and technovate.
JAI HIND
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Wanderlust speaks innumerable opportunities the world and Nature offer to men who long for some holiday to visit places and enjoy the beautiful sceneries feeling mystic sensation that cannot be expressed in words.
So friends here i am sharing some wanderlust quotes which are really inspiring...
So friends here i am sharing some wanderlust quotes which are really inspiring...
- “Without new experiences, something inside of us sleeps. The sleeper must awaken.” – Frank Herbert
- “Travel and change of place impart new vigor to the mind.” – Seneca
- “The use of traveling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.” – Samuel Johnson
- “Not all those who wander are lost.” – JRR Tolkien
- “All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.” – Martin Buber
- “There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.” – Robert Louis Stevenson
- “People travel to faraway places to watch, in fascination, the kind of people they ignore at home.” – Dagobert D. Runes
- “When you travel, remember that a foreign country is not designed to make you comfortable. It is designed to make its own people comfortable.” – Clifton Fadiman
- “The traveler sees what he sees, the tourist sees what he has come to see.” – G. K. Chesterton
- “Tourists don’t know where they’ve been, travelers don’t know where they’re going.” – Paul Theroux
- “A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.” – John Steinbeck
- “I have found out that there ain’t no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.” – Mark Twain
- “An involuntary return to the point of departure is the most disturbing of all journeys.” – Iain Sinclair
- “One always begins to forgive a place as soon as it’s left behind.” – Charles Dickens
- “Travel is glamorous only in retrospect.” – Paul Theroux
Choose the right 1 for u (the 6th 1 inspired me most)
Happy wandering guys!
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Story of a Boy and his Mother
A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper, and he handed her a piece of paper that he had been writing on. After his mom dried her hands on an apron, she read it, and this is what it said:
TearsFor cutting the grass: $5.00
For cleaning up my room this week: $1.00
For going to the store for you: $.50
Baby-sitting my kid brother while you went shopping: $.25
Taking out the garbage: $1.00
For getting a good report card: $5.00
For cleaning up and raking the yard: $2.00
Total owed: $14.75
Well, his mother looked at him standing there, and the boy could see the memories flashing through her mind. She picked up the pen, turned over the paper he'd written on, and this is what she wrote:
For the nine months I carried you while you were growing inside me: No Charge.
For all the nights that I've sat up with you, doctored and prayed for you: No Charge.
For all the trying times, and all the tears that you've caused through the years: No Charge.
Paid In FullFor all the nights filled with dread, and for the worries I knew were ahead: No Charge.
For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose: No Charge.
When you add it up, the cost of my love is: No Charge.
When the boy finished reading what his mother had written, there were big tears in his eyes, and he looked straight up at his mother and said, "Mom, I sure do love you."
And then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote: "PAID IN FULL"
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LOVE IS BLIND
From the very Begining, the girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background & that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.
Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?"
As the guy is not good with his words, this often cause the girl to be very upset. With that & the family's pressure, the girl often vent her anger on him. As for him, he only endure it in silence.
After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated & decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?"
The girl agreed, & with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in & agreed to let them get married. So before he leave, they got engaged.
The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails & phone calls. Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.
One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realised that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice......
The doctors says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.
During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry,.....it's still just silence cry that companied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart everytime it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know. & not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.
With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions & millions of reply, and countless of phonecalls,.. all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying....
The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything & be happy.
With a new environment, the girl learn sign language & started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came & told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.
A year has passed & her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead.
When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. He used sign language telling her "I've spent a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You. With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.
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LOVE COFFEE
He met her at a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him.
At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised but due to being polite, she promised. They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, and she thought to herself, "Please, let me go home..." Suddenly he asked the waiter, "Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee." Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously, "Why you have this hobby?"
He replied, "When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there." While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home... Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.
That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, and then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.
After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said, "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life's lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything... Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth, I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste... But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you.
Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again."
Her tears made the letter totally wet. Someday, someone asked her, "What's the taste of salty coffee?" She replied, "It's sweet."
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Once there was a blind boy. He fall in love with a girl.
One day girl asked him ...
" Will you merry me?"
He said ...
" Yes i will, but when i shall be able to see you."
After some days someone donated him eyes. He was very happy to see his love. But
when he saw that girl was also blind. He refuse to merry her.
Before leaving,the girl said ...
" As you wish my dear But i want to say only one thing. Please Take Care Of My
Eyes"
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A boy had cancer n could live only 1 month.
He loved a girl who work on a CD sale shop.
He never had courage to tell her that he loves her....
He Daily went to her shop...
n buy a CD,
Just to talk to her for sometime...
After one month Boy did'nt come...
´?` GIrl went to his house...
His mother told her that he is no more...
she took her into his room..
Girl saw there that all Cds r unopen...
She started crying n died.....
coz in every CD she wrote a love letter...
Because
She Also Loved Him Too.
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A girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on a motorcycle
Girl: Slow down. Im scared.
Guy: No this is fun.
Girl: No its not. Please, its too scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!
Guy: Now give me a BIG hug. (Girl hugs him)
Guy: Can you take my helmet off and put it on? Its bugging me.
In the paper the next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of
break failure. Two people were on the motorcycle, but only one survived.
The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke,
but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him, felt
her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so she would live even though
it meant he would die.
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Girl: Do you really love me?
Boy: Of course I do.
Girl: I wanna hear you say it.
Boy: I don’t have to.
Girl: Why not?
Boy: Because...
Girl: I just want to hear you say it in words.
Boy: I can’t...
The girl started to cry softly and said:
Then you don't love me...
The two continued to walk in silence. They
reached the girls home.
Girl: Why?
Boy: Do you really want to know?
Girl: (hesitantly) Yes.
He hugged her gently, kissed the tip of her nose
and whispered in her ear,
"Because three words are not enough..."
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When Gulli-Danda & Kanche (marbles) were more popular than cricket.
When we always had friends to play aais-paais (I Spy), chhepan-chhepai
When Bisleris were not sold in the trains and we were worrying if papa
will get back into the train in time or not when they were getting down
at stations to fill up the water bottle ...
When Holis & Diwalis meant mostly
our help while preparing them ...When Maths teachers were
not worried of our Mummies and papas while slapping/beating us ..
When we were exchanging comics and stamps and
Chacha-Chaudaris & Billus were our heroes ..
When we were in Nanihaals every summer and loved
flying kites and plucking and
eating unripe mangoes and leechies ..
When 50 paisa meant at least 10 toffees ...
work or even fair work ...When 'Chelpark' and 'Natraaj' were
encouraged against 'Reynolds & family' ...
When the first rain meant getting drenched and playing in water and
mud and making 'kaagaj ki kishtis' ... When there were no
phones to tell friends that we will be at their homes
at six in the evening ..
When we were not seeing patakhes on Diwalis and gulaalson
Holis as air and noise polluting or allergic agents ...
The list can be endless ...On the serious note I would like
to summarize with ...
When we were using our hearts more than our brains,
When we were crying and laughing more often,
more openly and more sincerely ..
When we were enjoying our present more than worrying about our future ..
When being emotional was not synonymous to being weak ...
When sharing worries and happiness didn't mean getting
vulnerable to the listener .. When blacks and whites were
the favorite colors instead of greys ...
When journeys also were important and not just the destinations ...
When life was a passenger's sleeper giving enough time and
opportunity to enjoy the sceneries
from its open and transparent glass windows instead of some
super fast's second ac with its curtained, closed and dark windows ...
I really miss them(From the bottom of my heart).. don't u?
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