Story of 3 friends

Yesternight I was deleting some random texts over my cell...so plan to write here so dat I save in my blog...

"3 Doston ki kahani"
1. Ilm (Knowledge)
2. Dolat (money)
3. Bharosa (Trust)

3non dost thy aur 3no main piar bhi bohat tha, Aik aisa waqt aya keh 3nun ku juda hona para. 3nun nay aik dosray sy pocha ke woh kahan jain gy?
Ilm bola: "Main masjid , madrassah aur skool jaon ga"
Dolat boli: "Main ameeron keh paas jaon gy aur unke mahalun main rhun gii"
Lekin Bharosa khamosh rha....
Donun ny pocha keh tum kaha jao gy...

Bharosay ny thandi AAH bhari aur bola : "MAIN AGAR AIK DAFA CHALA GYA TU KBI WAPIS NAE AAO GA..."........(one of my favorites)

Blogging

Blogging requires passion and authority, Which leaves out most people.

A new lesson learnt

Dear Blog,,
I have left everyone...maybe i did everythng for my friend,, yesternight was a big night...its always about her problems, its always about her daily routine, its always about her likes n dislikes, its always about her cries, its always about her n all her....where is me...the real me..??
Dear blog,

I have no one left but you. I pushed everyone away. I tried to keep them… but maybe I tried too hard. Remember the time I said that she need not have told me because I did not like it? Because it was too painful to hear? Because it made me feel so bad that I could not live with myself? But then why did I do it? Why did I tell her things that I had condemned someone else for telling me? Did I not understand? Could I not relate? Dear blog, how do I live with myself now??
Sometimes I wish I could have been anyone else but me. Sometimes I admire her patience, her ability to hold so much within and not let the world know. Sometimes I admire her open heartedness, she doesn’t mind anything at all! Sometimes I admire the courage with which she bore all the pain I caused her. Sometimes I admire how much she cares for me and how she always makes me feel so good. So sometimes, I wish I had any of their qualities or maybe just the fortune of not knowing what it was like to be a part of them once…

Sometimes the horror only lies within the knowledge that I am inevitably becoming something I never wanned to be.

Nothing like a Mother's Love

A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while she was fixing supper, and 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:

For 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
For all the nights that were 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
Son, 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 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".
Lessons:
You will never how much your parents worth till you become a parent
Be a giver not an asker, especially with your parents. there is a lot to give, besides money.

Advice: IF your mom is alive and close to you, give her a big kiss and ask her for forgiveness. If she is far away, call her. if she passed away, pray for her.

Four wives story

Once upon a time. There was a rich merchant who had four (4) wives.
He loved the 4th wife the most and adorned her with rich robes and treated her to delicacies. He took great care of her and gave her nothing but the best.
He also loved the 3rd wife very much. He's very proud of her and always wanted to show off her to his friends. However, the merchant is always in great fear that she might run away with some other men.
He too, loved his 2nd wife. She is a very considerate person, always patient and in fact is the merchant's confidante. Whenever the merchant faced some problems, he always turned to his 2nd wife and she would always help him out and tide him through difficult times.
Now, the merchant's 1st wife is a very loyal partner and has made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as well as taking care of the household. However, the merchant did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her.
One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told himself, "Now I have 4 wives with me. But when I die, I'll be alone. How lonely I'll be!" Thus, he asked the 4th wife, "I loved you most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?"
"No way!" replied the 4th wife and she walked away without another word.
The answer cut like a sharp knife right into the merchant's heart.
The sad merchant then asked the 3rd wife, "I have loved you so much for all my life. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?"
"No!" replied the 3rd wife. "Life is so good over here! I'm going to remarry when you die!" The merchant's heart sank and turned cold.
He then asked the 2nd wife, "I always turned to you for help and you've always helped me out. Now I need your help again. When I die, will you follow me and keep me company?" "I'm sorry, I can't help you out this time!" replied the 2nd wife. "At the very most, I can only send you to your grave." The answer came like a bolt of thunder and the merchant was devastated.
Then a voice called out: "I'll leave with you. I'll follow you no matter where you go." The merchant looked up and there was his first wife. She was so skinny, almost like she suffered from malnutrition.
Greatly grieved, the merchant said, "I should have taken much better care of you while I could have!"
Actually, we all have 4 wives in our lives. The 4th wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it'll leave us when we die.
Our 3rd wife is our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, they all go to others.
The 2nd wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they had been there for us when we're alive, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave.
The 1st wife is in fact our soul, often neglected in our pursuit of material wealth and sensual pleasure.

Guess what? It is actually the only thing that follows us wherever we go. Perhaps it's a good idea to cultivate and strengthen it now rather than to wait until we're on our deathbed to lament.

La isla Bonita

University dorms....evenings with Alize songs,,, Alizee is a french singer who went for her debut album in 2000 which became hit in europe n even outside...
I like the original video much more ,,, but today i saw her video over a concert....da best part is dat she dances at one place while not leaving her feet to go away from her body....let me check my typing..can i type while listening
Last night i dreamt of San Paredo--Just like I had never gone, i knew da song -- A young girl with eyes like the desert -- It all same like yesterday not far away -- tropical the island breeze all of nature wild n free -- this is where i long to be LA IS LA BONITA -- and when the samba played The sun set so high ---- ur spanish lullaby -- i fell in love with san pedro..warm wind carried on the sea ....where a girl loves a boy and boyyyyyyyy lovesssssssss a girlllllll....................