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गुज़र रही हैं कुछ इस तरह ज़िंदगी जैसे,
इसे किसी के सहारे कि आरझु भी नहीं.
न कोई राह, न मंजिल, न रौशनी का सुराग
भटक रहीं है अंधेरों मैं ज़िंदगी मेरी.
इन्ही अंधेरों मैं रह जाऊँगा कभी खो कर
मैं जानता हूँ मेरी हम-नफस, मगर यूंही
कभी कभी मेरे दिल मैं ख्याल आता है……………………..

Aaja bachpan ekbaar fir...

Just stop what you are doing for a moment and try to recall your childhood.When you used to fight with your colony buddies fiercely and say katti and walkaway from the field crying.And your parents used to be surprised when they see you playing with the same buddy with who you had fought 1 hour ago. That was the sweetness and innocence of childhood.We were very tiny in size but our heart was very big.We had no qualms about our deeds. We never used to hurt anyone nor used to hold the grudge for longer. But as we grew up, our heart started shrinking.Now we grownups have lost the innocence, sweetness of the childhood and sunk the sea of selfishness.. Let's try to have the large heart which once we used to have in our childhood...

"Aaja bachpan ekbar fir, de de apni nirmal shaanti

Vyaakul vyatha mitaanewali , vah apni prakruta vishranti"

Baba Buffett

Excellent quotes by Warren buffet.....

On earning..

"Never depend on single income , Make investment to create a second source."

On spending...

"If you buy things you do not need, soon you will have to sell things you need.."

On saving...

"Do not save what is left after saving, but spend what is left after saving.."

On taking risk...

"Never test the depth of river with both the feet..."

On Investment...

"Do not put all your eggs in one basket..."

On expectations...

"Honesty is very expensive gift..Do not expect it from cheap people.."

Our Demo(n?)cracy....

The debate over our Democracy has been going on since decades and we always end up agreeing to the fact that the Parliament or The Assembly is supreme.The elected representatives enjoy the privilege of performing any kind of action in the House. It is neither questionable nor punishable.Even the most illiterate people would not take advantage of the privilege in such a way and to such an extent. Be it throwing of slippers or assaulting with mic or exhibiting notes in the house. Latest and most colorful feather in the cap of our glamorous parliamentary culture is, watching porn in live assembly. Everything is being said and discussed about the disgusting behavior of our so called representatives.. The representatives are from the same society which we form and I am sure we form a very dignified and decent society with great moral values. Then what is the reason for this kind of behavior? Its the same old vicious cycle.. Illiterates(intellectually) vote and literates are fatally lazy to bother about the national affairs.. But off late the trend has been changing . Thanks to Anna Hazare and his team. People are putting some thought on this serious issue. Before i never used buy right to call back policy.. But now seriously we should think about it.. I wish we had alt+ctrl+del option in real life too..........

HUMAN = SELFISH

A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree top, ate the apples,took a nap under the shadow... He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. Time went by... the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree everyday. One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad. "Come and play with me," the tree asked the boy. "I am no longer a kid, I don't play around trees anymore." The boy replied, "I want toys. I need money to buy them." "Sorry, but I don't have money...but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money." The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad. One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited. "Come and play with me" the tree said. "I don't have time to play. I have to work for family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?" "Sorry, but I don't have a house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house." So the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad. One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted. "Come and play with me!" the tree said. "I am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?" "Use my trunk to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy." So the boy cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time. Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years. "Sorry, my boy. But I don't have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you..." the tree said. "I don't have teeth to bite" the boy replied. "No more trunk for you to climb on" "I am too old for that now" the boy said. "I really can't give you anything ... the only thing left is my dying roots" the tree said with tears. "I don't need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years." The boy replied. "Good! Old tree roots is the best place to lean on and rest. Come, Come sit down with me and rest." The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears....... ~~~~~ The tree dedicates it's life to us. But We... ?

Never dying Spirit of India....

Deja vu-One more series of blasts, innocent lives lost... aage kya hoga?? kya hoga- A lungi clad gentleman ll visit the site, his ministry ll accuse a terror outfit for this heinous act which is based in our 'neighbouring country". 'That country' ll deny this..And our 'Honest of King of a Corrupt Regime' ll say 'that country' is in 'a mode of denial'. .Dossiers ll be exchanged in which our home ministry ll list criminals living in our country as Most wanteds from 'That country'. 'That country' ll again deny it..
Meanwhile Uncle SAM ll come into picture (rather enact) with his supreme investigation agency for Our help.Top nations(our frnds as they say) including the 'neighbouring country' ll condemn the attack.
The investigation continues, perpetrators ll be dragged to the court, Nikam saab ll fight tooth and nail.. Meanwhile Perpetrators ll enjoy 'Z double plus' security and Their fav Biryani.. A country where almost one fifth of the population sleeps empty stomach , Crores of rupees(which recently got a symbol of its own) on those who should be treated according to Garuda Puranam's punishments..."Anthakoopam","Kumbhipakam","Kirumibhojanam" (u ll understand if u have watched 'Anniyan')..

What we do? we ll condemn these attacks at the top of our voice(of course on FB,twitter and add Google + to that), change the (TRP hungry) NEWS channels, watch all the maajra by Dutts, Sardesais etc. A filmmaker(famous for his supernatural thrillers and Aag!) ll visit the site and announces his new film and create a new controversy.. along with that v have our dinner.. and yawn and say 'chodo Iss Desh ka kuch nahi ho sakta'.. Arey yaar kal jaldi jaana hai (to office/school etc)...and doze off!!

Truly it is never 'Dying' Spirit(!?) of India and Indians...

ಫ್ರಮ್ ಫೇಸ್ ಬುಕ್

Sometimes we need to stop analyzing the past, stop planning the future, stop figuring out precisely how we feel, stop deciding with our minds exactly what we want our hearts to feel, sometimes we just have to go with the flow....... and just lead ur life................ In short Be like Kareena Kapoor of first half of Jab We Met and as the one who was in the 2nd half ..... ;-)