MOMENTS IN LIFE
There are moments in life when you miss someone
so much that you just want to pick them from
your dreams and hug them for real!
When the door of happiness closes, another opens;
but often times we look so long at the
closed door that we don't see the one,
which has been opened for us.
Don't go for looks; they can deceive.
Don't go for wealth; even that fades away.
Go for someone who makes you smile,
because it takes only a smile to
make a dark day seem bright.
Find the one that makes your heart smile.
Dream what you want to dream;
go where you want to go;
be what you want to be,
because you have only one life
and one chance to do all the things
you want to do.
May you have enough happiness to make you sweet,
enough trials to make you strong,
enough sorrow to keep you human and
enough hope to make you happy.
The happiest of people don't necessarily
have the best of everything;
they just make the most of
everything that comes along their way.
The brightest future will always
be based on a forgotten past;
you can't go forward in life until
you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
When you were born, you were crying
and everyone around you were smiling.
Live your life so at the end,
you're the one who is smiling and everyone
around you is crying.
Please send this message to those people
who mean something to you (I JUST DID);
to those who have touched your life in one way or another;
to those who make you smile when you really need it;
to those who make you see the
brighter side of things when you are really down;
to those whose friendship you appreciate;
to those who are so meaningful in your life.
If you don't send it, don't worry,
nothing bad will happen to you;
you will just miss out on the opportunity
to brighten someone's day with this message!!!
Don't count the years-count the memories...........
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take;
but by the moments that take our breath away!
I really miss .. do u?
When gulli-danda and kanche (marbles) were more
popular than cricket ...
When we always had friends to play aais-paais (I Spy),
chhepan-chhepai and pitthoo anytime ...
When we desperately waited for 'yeh jo hai jindagi'
...
When chitrahaar, vikram-baitaal, dada daadi ki
kahaniyaan were so fulfilling ...
When there was just one tv in every five houses and
When bisleris were not sold in the trains and we were
worrying if papas will get back into the train in time
or not when they were getting down at stations to fill
up the water bottle ...
When we were going to bed by 9.00pm sharp except for
the 'yeh jo hai jindagi' day ...
When Holis & Diwalis meant mostly hand-made pakwaans and
sweets and moms seeking our help while preparing them
...
When Maths teachers were not worried of our mummys and
papas while slapping/beating us ...
When we were exchanging comics and stamps and
chacha-chaudaris and billus were our heroes ...
When we were in nanihaals every summer and loved
flying kites and plucking and eating unripe mangoes
and leechis ...
When one movie every Sunday evening on television was
more than asked for and 'ek do teen chaar' and
'Rajni' inspired us ...
When 50 paisa meant at least 10 toffees ...
When left over pages of the last years notebooks were
used for rough work or even fair work ...
When 'chelpark' and 'natraaj' were encouraged against
'reynolds and 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 our parents always had 15 paise blue colored
'antardesis' and 5 paise machli wale stamps at home
...
When we remembered tens of jokes and were not finding
'ice-cream and papa' type jokes foolish enough to stop
us from laughing ...
When we were not seeing patakhes on Diwalis and
gulaals on Holis as air and noise polluting or
allergic agents ...
the list can be endless ...
on the serious note I would like to summarise with ...
When we were using our hearts more than our brains,
even for scientifically brainy activities like
'thinking' and 'deciding' ...
When we were crying and laughing more often, more
openly and more sincerily ...
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 happinesses didnt mean
getting vulnerable to the listener ...
When blacks and whites were the favourite 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
superfast's second ac with its curtained, closed and
dark windows ...
I really miss .. do u?
Cracks and Flaws
An elderly Gujju woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck.
One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.
After 2 years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream.
"I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house."
The old woman smiled, "Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?
That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table.
Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house."
Each of us has our own unique flaw.
But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.
You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.
To all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers, on your side of the path.
WRONG NUMBER
It was the day of my son's XII results and I was so tensed. I sat beside him while he logged on the website with his registration no.
"Ma", he screamed in excitement," I scored 1191, with centum in 4 subjects. I cant believe it. "
I kinda became numb in my excitement. My eyes became wet.
I kissed him on his forehead and smiled.
Soon we realized that he stood first in the state. Oh, my joy knew no bounds when Reporters and media persons soon swamped my house for interviews and photos. I was so honored to join him in the snaps. I wanted to call my "wrong-number-friend to tell him the news......I was so excited.
He was someone whom I have known for more than 20 years.
I still do not remember when we became friends, but certainly cannot forget the first day he called me when I blasted him for giving me so many wrong calls.....after that he had called up a week later asking apology, for he had now got the right no of his friend whom he wanted to talk to .We spoke for an hour that day...even without knowing each other's names.Though he kept pestering me to reveal my name I never did and so he kept a name...Sweety. I used to get so shy whenever he called me 'Sweety'. I was doing first year of BSc. Maths then, and he was a Computer Engineering student. From then he used to call me very often . We almost discussed everything ..
By the final year of my college, we probably we were in love, but I had been cautious. I was in a dilemma whether to tell him. But what if he was of a different religion? Do I have the courage to talk to my parents about it?
........all these questions ran through my mind. I decided I'll not talk to him thereafter. When he called next time I lied to him I that I was going to Delhi for my post graduation. He gave me his office number and asked me to ring him up once I reach there.
I never called .......
A couple of months later my marriage got fixed with a guy of my parent's choice. I was not happy but I did not complain; rather accepted it as an obedient daughter. At times I felt I missed my wrong- number- friend.......
My hubby was a moody person; I have hardly spent any good time with him- but he was genuine indeed and never bothered my personal space. After 2 years we had a boy...Yet,I was not very happy with my married life...One day I happened to browse through my diary and found I still had my old friend's office phone no that he had given me. I dialed it and spoke with him. He said he was married and got a kid too. I was happy for him though in the bottom of the heart I felt bad that I could not marry him.
From then I used to occasionally call him on that number. I never gave him mine as I felt that would put me in trouble...
And till today I almost shared everything with him including my relationship with my hubby.....today I was so happy and I wanted to call him. Just then I got a call. "Your husband met with an accident and died on the spot" I banged the phone down. I broke. I did not call my friend.....I somehow started feeling guilty. I have never tried to talk to him properly when he was alive or moved close with him....
I felt I had been a bad wife........ A couple of years passed and one day my son brought home a Bengali girl and said they wanted to get married. I got them married as I did not want my son to go through what I did. I decided to give my son his father's room and started clearing it. There was a phone book. I gently opened it to find, " Wrong no Sweety -26579785"
God always puts the right numbers together. Its we who interpret it wrong!!! Have a Nice n Blessed Day !
Change Your Point of View --- Joe Gracia
Imagine you're in London's Heathrow Airport. While you're waiting for
your flight, you notice a kiosk selling shortbread cookies. You buy a
box, put them in your traveling bag and then you patiently search for
an available seat so you can sit down and enjoy your cookies.Finally
you find a seat next to a gentleman. You reach down into your
traveling bag and pull out your box of shortbread cookies.
As you do so, you notice that the gentleman starts watching you
intensely. He stares as you open the box and his eyes follow your hand
as you pick up the cookie and bring it to your mouth. Just then he
reaches over and takes one of your cookies from the box, and eats it!
You're more than a little surprised at this. Actually, you're at a
loss for words. Not only does he take one cookie, but he alternates
with you. For every one cookie you take, he takes one.
Now, what's your immediate impression of this guy? Crazy? Greedy? He's
got some nerve?! Can you imagine the words you might use to describe
this man to your associates back at the office? Meanwhile, you both
continue eating the cookies until there's just one left. To your
surprise, the man reaches over and takes it. But then he does
something unexpected. He breaks it in half, and gives half to you.
After he's finished with his half he gets up, and without a word, he
leaves.
You think to yourself, "Did this really happen?" You're left sitting
there dumbfounded and still hungry. So you go back to the kiosk and
buy another box of cookies. You then return to your seat and begin
opening your new box of cookies when you glance down into your
traveling bag. Sitting there in your bag is your original box of
ookies -- still unopened.
Only then do you realize that when you reached down earlier, you had
reached into the other man's bag, and grabbed his box of cookies by
mistake. Now what do you think of the man? Generous? Tolerant? You've
just experienced a profound paradigm shift. You're seeing things from
a new point of view.
Is it time to change your point of view?
Now, think of this story as it relates to your life . Seeing things
from a new point of view can be very enlightening. Think outside the
box. Don't settle for the status quo. Things may not be what they
seem.
