tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62177852342592549272024-03-13T06:29:53.335-07:00Best Thoughts About LifeDivyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16695188234568380263noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217785234259254927.post-31728409780302324772012-05-03T05:46:00.000-07:002012-05-03T05:46:00.671-07:00Reason,Season or a Lifetime???<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i style="color: blue;">I was looking back at my life this birthday and wondering at people near and far who walked across my life,some just passed away while others left their footprints some in sand some in cement and some in heart</i><span style="color: blue;">.</span><i style="color: blue;">I was wondering why do people walk into our lives.Do the people coming into our lives have a purpose ,are we destined to meet them.How are our lives going to be changed or affected by their arrival and stay</i><span style="color: blue;">.</span><i style="color: blue;">How?I was pondering deeply over this matter because i realised that all the major happenings good or bad I was going through,I wasn't alone.I always had a sect of friends along my side or against but around.and its just not about friends,i would also mention my maid who was so sad when i left Hyderabad and who helplessly tried to contact me but couldn't.Two years passed,she got married but calling me up was still on her mind and this time she called me up all the way to Singapore from India even though it would have costed her a lot through her brother-in-law's phone.she was so thrilled to listen to my voice,i was so touched by her call.I hung up on her call and called her back and had a chat with her for an hour.though she having a Telugu dialect and hardly understood my Hindi and broken Telugu,still I and she shared that broken communication,Just hearing eachother's voice was satisfying enough for both of us.what relation did i make with her that she still feels and wants to be connected to me.Not only her</i><span style="color: blue;">,</span><i style="color: blue;">even my students whom i taught 5 years or so back and who still come to meet me when i m home.You would wonder what's new in this ,but i am not just talking of their visit.I am mentioning here their expressions and feelings.Looking at the shine in their eyes,their almost sitting near to edge posture to be closer to me,their undying desire to touch me,an humble request to go beyond just a hand shake and ask for an embrace.....have you ever witnessed these things minutely:Have you?i have always and it fills every cell of my body with pleasure and contentment and makes me realise that i must have really touched their lives in some way or other that today they feel so close to me</i><span style="color: blue;">.</span><i style="color: blue;">I came across a poem which recited of a few lines:people walk into our lives for a reason,season or a lifetime.Good or bad, friends,all kinds of people walk into our lives,embrace all ,good will leave you with good experiences and the bad one's will leave you with experiences you need to remind yourself of not bumping into such people in you lives again and relive those bad experiences again.I don't know how to put my thoughts into words,but,i believe that our lives are a gift of God and that every person who walks into our lives have been sent by Him and has a purpose to fulfill his or ours,unintentionally or intentionally.I always respect people's presence and arrivals in my life,i feel i was destined to meet them,God has written them as a part of my life story</i><span style="color: blue;">.</span><i style="color: blue;">i reach out to them,explore our relationship and always be conscious of what they speak and of any messages they have for me which could and have changed my life forever.I am just not talking of their speech friends,mere presence of people,be it your maid,teacher,students,colleagues,friends,neighbours anyone you can think of.If they have entered your life,welcome them,listen to them.they definitely are carrying a message for you or are waiting to get the message from you which even be an answer to all your unanswered prayers.I am lucky that I came across all kinds of people,good and bad,people for a reason,who guided me,people for season who brought joy and mixed experiences into my life and lastly people for a lifetime who taught me a lifetime lesson which i would pass on to my future realtions and generations.Remember,respect each individual,their faces relate a story,story of their past,tradition and experiences.come close to them,observe them you never know whom you are living with or meeting daily or occasionally have some special message for you to learn or cherish or pass on..............I thank all the people whom I have come across in my life, be it for a reason,season or a lifetime :)</i></div>Divyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16695188234568380263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217785234259254927.post-91439602637913470802012-02-23T23:30:00.000-08:002012-04-04T20:21:50.395-07:00What can you do?Can you is not the question but Will you is an option.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Today I want to share one of the most life touching incidents with you,its a very short incident but very significant in my life,It so happened that one day I boarded a public transport for going to my college.As soon as I got a seat I started rehearsing my talk which I had to speak at a seminar held by my college.I had dressed to my best on that day.As the public transport was a 4 seater on each side,we were four passengers in it,two on my side and two on the other.We had traveled only a short distance and the vehicle halted to board two more passengers.This time it was a poor rag picker woman and her young daughter about four years old.As she was boarding the vehicle clad in her tattered saree and rag with her daughter whose hands and body were dirty beyond imagination and clad in a torn piece of frock,the driver of the vehicle demanded whether she had money to travel or not to which she politely and in an embarrassed tone replied,yes,being very cautious of all the well dressed people sitting in the vehicle,she managed to sit across me on the other seat,while her daughter watched her mom sitting and the seat being filled she turned towards our seat where there were only two people sitting.As she was going to sit besides me,her mom ordered her to sit at the floor of the vehicle realizing how well dressed and neat and clean I and the lady next to me was.She followed her mother's instruction obediently and sat at the floor of the vehicle.Oh my God,that discrimination took away all the attention from my memorizing the lines of the seminar topic towards that child sitting at my and other passenger's feet who tried to push herself away from that little one's touch lest she be stained.I was totally blanked out watching what was happening,I noticed how her mother was looking at me with appreciation in her eyes for being dressed up so well neat,clean and carrying an educated look.Suddenly,something diverted my attention from the mother to my feet which I felt was being slightly touched by something,to my amazement it was not the breeze,but I stealthily watched the young girl touching the edge of my silken saree and feeling happy about the feeling it gave to her.This fearful (of not to be caught )yet pleasing touch to the girl,filled my heart with tears,empathy and regret,regret because what was I waiting for, what am I doing,watching a mother who wanted her child to sit on the seat I was sitting to only be instructed to sit on the floor because she was dirty and a rag picker.No,this can't be what I had to be a part of.I took a lot of time and hesitation in taking my first step towards doing something for them like we all do in such situations or even don't.I leaped over all my emotions,hesitation and confusion and reached out for the child at my feet and made her sit besides me,yes,holding her arms ignoring they were stained.Her mother shockingly intervened and said no its okay you will get dirty let her sit down which I out rightly rejected,all through the rest 15 minutes of my journey I could see how happy the child was to be a part of us,to be able to look out of the window seat and enjoy the breeze,she kept looking back at me and smiling,I could see the immense joy in her eyes for being seated besides the ones whose filth she carried along with her mother daily morning from homes.I could also see the wet eyes of her mother wet with pride that her daughter was also sitting with us and was a part of us now and wet with gratitude for me.She was speechless, but I could see the contentment in her eyes.The other people looked at me in amazement for doing this action,it left me wondering about what were they amazed about,wasn't she one of us.The lady besides me said to come and sit near her and away from the girl next to me as was evident from her face on how can I sit besides the soiled girl,and her dirty rag.This action of hers was aptly questioned by me that how on Navratras (The Hindu festival of 9 days wherein worshiping Goddess Durga and feeding young girls on 9th day is considered a blessing as the young girls signify the Goddess herself ) did she feed the young girls like her?To this she said, the girl was dirty and that she smelled to which I replied she might look dirty but her soul isn't.Anyways, I wasn't there to change people's opinion , I did what my heart couldn't accept and this deed left me with immense pride not for doing a great deed in other people's eyes,but that I was not one among them who discriminated the well efficient ones with those who are unprivileged.While getting down at my destination , I also made it a point to pay for the poor lady's and her daughter's fare.As the vehicle was leaving I could see her mother turn back and smile at me while her daughter waved her hand at me.Initially,I thought of sanitizing my hands but then I realized that the stain on my palms was more precious than any other thing that day as it was the gift from my young friend who had only this to offer,a touch of love.Friends,this incident happened with me in 2008 and for a duration of half an hour,but I can still feel the joy of sharing my journey with them and it still motivates me to do more of such deeds for those like us.Like us? Yes,because they are poor in want of materialistic resources and we poor in want of empathy towards them.So aren't we the same,Instead I think,we are poorer than them.Go ahead,don't wait for such a situation to pass away,don't jut keep watching and hesitating,reach out to them,to them who are old and holding heavy bags of grocery,by offering them a lift or carrying their articles to their home,visiting any govt hospital and funding some poor man's cataract operation,donating a blanket to those who are shivering out in the cold,funding the school fee of an underprivileged child,offering your seat to an old person in a public transport or to be a part of the little change in situations like I had brought in that vehicle the other day.You must be amazed to know but for five years I regularly watched at early morning while leaving for college, two men one at the back and the other at the front of the cart,pulling the heavily loaded cart with hay for the cattle to a far away destination wherein they would be paid to carry the load.It took four years from my side to muster the courage to offer them my help.You must be thinking me to be foolish enough to be a part of such a laborious work,but I knew I couldn't do much but at least I asked for helping them,that was sufficient,you must be wondering what reward this action of mine must have brought to me,to me it brought a passing smile by the two workers from the next day while I saw them passing by.Trust me,when I say wealth and all the accomplishments you have attained will not bring the joy to you as such an act of kindness would : Trust me,it does and remember : " Small deeds done are better than great deeds planned."</i></span></div>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j24gAa2NOgo/Tzy0kj6g6xI/AAAAAAAAAek/BZt4BzY9BXY/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j24gAa2NOgo/Tzy0kj6g6xI/AAAAAAAAAek/BZt4BzY9BXY/s1600/5.jpg" /></a></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Well friends,</i></span></div><div style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Today,I got nostalgic about the magical moments of receiving chocolates from my dad,you must be wondering what can be magical in this,so,let me relate the magic to you.As a young girl,when I was old enough to know the craze of toffees and making a demand for them,these incidences go as far as back then.I remember holding my dad's little finger in his big palm with my tiny palm walking besides him accompanying him to a small shop nearby where while he smoked off he purchased a toffee for me,yes just one and always asked me which one do you want,coconut one or Eclairs or orange toffee and I always greedily asked for all but you see dad's are always there to discipline us,so was my dad and finally he purchased only one for me lest I should disease my teeth,and then time passed by slowly and I grew up to be an adolescent,wherein the receiving of a toffee changed to receiving a chocolate and that too the big one Dairy milk if I performed well at tests otherwise a Five star was always on the monthly list of my mom's list of items to be purchased from canteen which my dad purchased from and brought home.As soon as he laid the bag full of household items on the table we both sisters rushed to find our Five stars and immediately opened it up,gave a bit of each to our parents and then had it, but then you see,as I was not very good at maths,I used to usually fail my tests and as a result .....you must be expecting that my dad would not have brought the monthly chocolate for me but no, he still brought it as he always did,but having a sense of guilt to have failed in my exam,I wouldn't rush along with my sister to grab it.But, by the end of the day my mom would ask,Divya you must have forgotten(which she knew I didn't) to take your chocolate,so I have kept it in fridge,you can have it later only to let me know that look little girl,dad might be upset with you,but he still loves you and not punished you by not bringing your share of chocolate,my dad never would come and ask me :Divya,take your five star,as it was his favourite subject I failed in,but then I still rememeber one day overhearing my dad asking my mom while opening fridge,Divya dint have her chocolate still,tell her to eat it and do better next time,which I never did I guess.....this way he kept the tradition of getting us chocolates.Soon time passed by and we both sisters started earning salaries of their own,we could afford even bigger chocolates than what our dad brought us monthly, but no, till then we sisters were thrilled in looking for our chocolates into a bag full of teabags,washing powder,hair oil etc.But yes, from a bit of a sharing our chocolates with our parents it became a block of half chocolate being shared.Time passed by and I got married to a boy of my choice,only with my parents permission which came to my rescue at the very last moment.This decision of mine always made me feel the fear of not getting the same amount or kind of love that I received when a daughter.With this fear I visited my home all three years of my marriage and you know what,apart from all the greetings and watching and getting involved with my mom and dad in their daily routine activity at home,the first day of my visit made me feel all was the same and they haven't changed for me,but something was missing,I dint knew what but then all of a sudden there was my dad unexpectedly leaving from home be it night,scorching day or wintery nights every day and then he would be back in a span of 15 minutes at the home gate with a tiny little packet,handing it to me and saying:That's for you,and then when I wondered what was in it,he opened it and there I saw lying among a packed plate of noodles or samosas or cream roll (all my other favourites) was my chocolate........not the big one but still that Fivestar.Time seemed to have stopped for my dad who all these three years still thinks me as his little girl who craves for Fivestar,knowing the fact that I have all the brands of chocolate preserved in my fridge almost everyday.I told him one day,daddy,why do you bring one everyday for me,I eat many when back in Singapore(Swiss ones,turkey ones and what not)but then he would say,but not "This One" Divya,"This one"I knew what he meant : I can get all varieties I want to,but, what I need only my dad can give and has been giving : My Five star.Last year,at the end of my visit and bidding my family goodbye,I reached home along with my husband,but I was surprised to find only my mom.Where was my dad?My mom said,he has gone out on his routine walk will be back soon,but that annoyed me and I asked my mom, he knows I am leaving tonight and in an hour,he should have been here,couldn't he break his routine one day for me and I called up my dad and shouted at him : Daddy,when are you coming home,I want you right away,daddy,I am leaving,please comeback,I want to spend some time with you.He would say:I am coming in another 15 minutes and going by his word,he arrived at the end of 15 minutes,my husband opened door for him,I rushed to attack him with my complaints but then when I saw him,my dad,grey haired,frail still holding on to the same but new tiny little packet : I was speechless,but, I said,dad today also you have brought all my favorite eatables,I don't need them, I needed you,but,then he said : Divya,my child,this is what has kept me connected to you since you were a baby in my lap to a lady today standing before me:Giving you these each day,makes me feel you are still my little one,holding onto my little finger asking for a toffee.....and I was just left speechless with all the years of my receiving my share of chocolates from my childhood to womanhood pass by me in a flash.I still have Swiss,Turkish,almonds,peanuts and mostly all kinds of chocolates stacked up in my fridge,but,the thrill of looking for a chocolate in a bag filled with other items,the pride in receiving it,the happiness of opening the wrapper is missing.....and that has made Five star my favourite chocolate but only the one which my dad brings for me,you might feel it strange but it tastes better than other chocolates and I guess now you know why :)</i></span></div><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><i>"Dad, if I have ever asked for the greatest gift from God,I got it in form of you."Dad,I love you :)</i></span></div>Divyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16695188234568380263noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217785234259254927.post-69635711560225368122012-02-14T23:38:00.000-08:002012-02-14T23:38:27.117-08:00A priceless gift :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: blue;">Well friends,it was just yesterday that people around the globe celebrated Valentine's day in some way or the other.we too celebrated this special day with preferring each others company at home exchanging gifts that each of us thought would suit the best for us.so here I was gifting my husband a customized fridge magnet with our picture on it and a card which exactly suited him word by word and then he handed over his gift for me.I could see the smile,the pleasing,slightly excited smile,slightly nervous smile of what my reaction would be</span> <span style="color: blue;">and then I took out the gift off the gift bag and there It was a dark green handwoven cotton dress from a shop which I resisted to enter noticing its price</span> <span style="color: blue;">and here was my husband entering that shop,looking at each piece and choosing the right kind for me,he preferring formal colors with no designs was there looking something for me of my kind ,colorful with colorful embroidery</span> <span style="color: blue;">and then he found it hanging among all the other dull colored n his favorite colors.He passed by all the dull choices,his choices and grabbed the one which would look best on me and got it packed in a special bag and carried it home,well what can I say friends I have tears in my eyes as I cant put in words the priceless expression he carried while handing it over to me and I was so thrilled to receive it,when I took it out I found it pleasing but when looked at the price tag,I was shocked </span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: blue;"> 129 $</span>,<span style="color: blue;">I thought was he joking 129 dollars for</span> <span style="color: blue;">a handwoven plain green cotton simple embroided dress,no ways I tried it on me and initially told him it was good to please him but then I had to be honest,and there I was questioning him,what did you see in this dress which was worth 129 $,the shopkeeper must have befooled you,what did you see in this dress,its all plain and loose from behind,I said I would have to pin it from back n wear it ,I also confirmed is there an exchange policy and my hubby just kept saying Divya,look this is the shop (surfing internet) from where you never took,but I took for you,dont put a pin at its back,it would spoli it and I said how can i wear this and hung wrapped the dress and packed it in the bag and still kept on my bed , kept it to get exchanged for a better choice, my choice.But then you know today when he is at office working hard for me and our future I realised how low I was behaving yesterday when I received his gift.I kept thinking is that what you are Divya,once a teacher who cherished in handmade cards more than printed ones by her students,today,when has many choices to choose from and high prices I can afford,I have lost the value attached to the heart of gift and valuing its color and print and pattern,no tht's not me ,ofcourse not,I got swayed away far far away from the feelings attached behind this gift and just measured the gift.My husband,his taking out time to get this for me,his choosing one which suits me and his innocence in receiving a cherished smile in return from me after receiving it was more valuable than my expecting something of my choice as so much price was attached to it,well, I just wanted to choose the dress which would go by the price and look worth 129 $ but then I realized I can get one but from where will I bring the feelings which were attached with the previous dress,feelings of valentine,feeling of giving,loving,happiness,valuing emotions...no I couldn't get it even at the price of 129 $ as what is still lying on my bed in the gift wrap is the dress my husband gifted me.Just now , I have removed it from the bag and hung it in my wardrobe and all of a sudden looking at it among all the other dresses of mine , my choices hanging there,it looks the most beautiful,graceful,and the best one hanging among others , may be I am exaggerating,but you see that's the reflection of love that has beautified it all together even more : I am sorry my hubby,I got a little selfish.I forgot that atleast I am lucky that you are besides me on this Valentine day,gifting me this and there are ones like those little street children selling balloons on this day to lovers so that they can manage a day's meal for themselves or someone sitting in front of the garlanded picture of their lover,remembering and looking at the letters once written by him to her,no no no,this is what i have seen and has made me realize the significance of the person more than any gift given by him or her,as friends,gifts are mortal but feelings carried by the person holding the gift is immortal:Hold on to the one holding or even not holding a gift which he thinks you would like.Value the person,his feelings,his commitment ,his loyalty ,nothing else matters : Really , I can at least assure this if not to you at least to myself :)</span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: blue;">For now and forever,I can say what is the greatest gift to me on Valentine is a portion of you,Brijesh,my husband:I love you and now and forever this will remain unconditional darling :)"</span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>As August,the month of friendship has passed by,I was pondering about what to write about this strange yet beautiful relation.Strange,because many people walk in and walk out of your lives,some pause and move by,some stop and leave their footprints on your heart and that's what makes this relation beautiful.Beautiful : As Friends,whom you don't choose as they just walk into your lives and do such things that beautifies your life and the relationship you share with them.As I am 32 now,I would like to pay my heartiest gratitude to all those who have made me believe in the significance of this relation called FRIENDSHIP: A ship that sails into your life,sails you and also rescues you sometimes from the tempest of your life.Such are a bunch of my evergreen friends.Starting from my school days among all my gang of school pals was one named Shiju Krishnan,Shiju, a boy,a friend : People say a boy and a girl can never be JUST friends : But that </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>"JUST "described our relation : The Best friends.Come college days and there I find my Darling Shalini Dora : The one whose home I parked my bycycle to leave for tutions and college,shared breakfast at her place and she guiding me and rescuing me from the drowning organic formulas of Chemistry.Bose, as I address my post graduation mate : BOSE was the BOSS of my life : A sister away from my sister , we had the real fun of life together be it bunking,burning night oil studying,racing our hero Puch,commenting on any passerby at college,rescuing each other of the unwanted boys of our livesnad all. Leena : The miss intellectual who always guided us in the depths of English literature and not to forget sharing her private study notes with us so that we all could pass our exams at the same level.Come my professional life and I am lucky to not find one but six gems in my school:My colleagues, my friends,my guide:sharing lunch,gossiping,partying,sharing their mobiles so that I could talk to my love far away from my city,counselling my love troubled life :Kapoor Sir,Meenakshi Ma'am,Neetu,Sangeeta,Rakhi :My lifeguards.Prodipto, a boy younger to me in age but matching my mental level and counselling me,keeping my secerts and what not:A great buddy.Harmani,who like my younger sister always was there for me and I for her to the level that she is blessed with her love marriage arranged by me and her husband.Post marriage got those who are still sharing the bond of friendship with me in ways innumerable:Shopping,doing makeup,cooking,cleaning utensils after party,getting together for fun,sporting,laughing,counselling,parting,nightouts:My Friends,Vaishali,Ketki,Manisha:A family away from my family.Two very special friend,a friend named Siddharth and Mohit:One loves unconditionaaly and the other honours me and our unconditional relation by allowing me to purchase his engagement ring and last but not the least my hubby : Brijesh, my pal : It was love with him first and then friendship:Be it Shiju,Leena,Shalini,Jaya,Vaishali,Mohit etc : names differ but what keeps them similar is that they have been blessed with the power to love, love as a friend,a guide,a soul mate and they are doing it aptly and I, feeling warm,proud,happy,contended under their friendship cover:Thanks all :They say there's no sorry or thank you in friendship but for me it does as that's what I can feel and return in all that you were,are and will be showering on me . </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: large;"><i>Well all said and done : Finally:</i></span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #990000; font-size: large;">Hello friends,</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #990000; font-size: large;">From where to start, from " I ", from "love" or from "you".I am at loss of words today when it comes to encompassing all the emotions involved in these three most priceless words : Words which one craves to listen,to tell,to feel : I love you : What a fresh breath it leaves when uttered off..In childhood we never knew the meaning of it and if we did also we considered it as a crime or an embarrassment to utter it to some boy or girl we liked,but then as we come closer to adolescence we slowly realise the excitement attached to these three words.We all are so excited to utter these words to those whom we love that we dream of the situation,</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #990000; font-size: large;">the dress,the surrounding,the occassion to speak out these words to that special person.But its often found that the excitement fades away with time as we move on in our lives and meet new people(I don't completely disagree with the fading part because some of our adolescents are serious about their relations too .)</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #990000; font-size: large;">Lets move on , when we reach a mature age level where we can judge and choose people, we get lucky enough to get our special person :Of course ,there is excitement but more than that there is a sense of commitment attached which these three precious words are all about.A love at this age is very tender yet serious and very deeply rooted in one's heart : A break away from the partner whom you have said :" Hey!!!! I love you",doesn't make you forget that person as you know that they were not just words for you but they were words of your heart said with commitment,hence,cant be forgotten.Friends,"I love you" is an epitome of love in itself : Only said when needs to be said and only to the right person and at the right time.......If not said so , it may abandon you and leave you with only the memoirs of the days spent together:Days which can never come back.</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #990000; font-size: large;">well,all said and done so far : I am happy that at least I know of a few such people who revered these three words and are happy telling them to those whom they said earlier and also those who said it to their soul mates but couldn't get too far with them but still carry the same feeling for them with respect deep within their hearts.</span></i></div>Divyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16695188234568380263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217785234259254927.post-25329192139284940002011-08-23T05:41:00.000-07:002011-08-23T05:41:27.675-07:00papa papa :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r5vBDD5DxKg/TlOdUto_z-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/UcKU-oVQl5o/s1600/18112010706.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r5vBDD5DxKg/TlOdUto_z-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/UcKU-oVQl5o/s320/18112010706.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Hello friends ,</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">We all are proud owners of a very special relationship in our lives : A relationship with a Dad : My dad as is known in our family had seen all the hardships in his life, be it his clothes which were made out of a postman's sack(as my grandfather was a postmaster and was not very well off) in which he carries letters,his education which had to be stopped from pursuing higher studies due to shortage of funds,but still securing a position of 17 in the entire Lucknow university,working at the tender age of 17 to run his family of 6 members including 3 sisters and a younger brother:He like any responsible elder son contributed throughly from his heart and pocket to get them educated and married : My father,stood by his family in thick and thin.But you see nothing is permanent in this transistory life,so are the relations,after loosing his younger brother to cancer and his father , he was all broken up and as the other family members flourished in their lives and enjoyed all the luxuries of their lives they slowly forgot their elder brother : As he was just a government servant and they, heads of govt.institutions now.They started taking him for granted , his kids would be treated with partiality as they were not as well off them .But still my father never let us see his heart breaks in front of us as he was our father,he had to be our hero :He stood strong against all odds:Odds inexplainable and numerous.Though sometimes I had seen him talking to my mother with tears in his eyes that, look what did I earn in my life ,my own family is not with me,whom will I look for in my old age,my mom always comforted him saying that you have two daughters,but then he would say that they are daughters once married would leave and get buzy in their lives,but my mom always said that they are not like others,they are like your two sons:Responsible for you:Just watch. Today, when he is 61 yr old grey haired,retired,riding his scooter,a scooter which he would never had thought of replacing with a car as he had two daughters to be dropped off at school or college or to be married off.Now that we are married , he still does not do away with it as that's what remained faithful to him be it in arranging for his daughter's wedding or riding them to their marriage locations.True, its said that a man is known by the company he keeps : A company of his wife,his daughters,his son-in-laws and his 5 yr old grandson and yes, his scooter:We stood besides him when all others shed away.Today,My dad,never feels any regrets about his life or about loosing his close relations because he is proud that today when he needs someone to care for him,he knows he can count on six persons in his life:His only treasured treasure of all his 61 years : A treasure which will always keep him rich : Thank you dad :We all are proud of you :)</span></i></div>Divyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16695188234568380263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217785234259254927.post-61349260653772352152011-08-15T05:22:00.000-07:002011-08-15T18:59:35.656-07:00To sister with love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">As I celebrated Rakshbandhan this 13th august far away from my elder sister , I realized the importance of the sacred thread the Rakhi tied around the wrist of the one whom you love : Your siblings and my sister Billu as I always called her : Born an year ahead of me , made her responsible and caring and protective for everyone around in the family and especially me : Her younger sister . I have seen her grown up , succeeding in school, wining trophies ,scoring highest scores in all subject and I always the one in school watching her orate,debate,race and receive trophies.I always clapped for her and took pride in knowing that I have a sister like mine.I have rightly used the word pride because she was always besides me with her arms across</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"> me,protecting me, be it from the school boys from approaching me,hiding my poor scores in mathematics from parents and when discovered wiping my tears off after I being scolded and encouraging me, protecting from the rouges, always keeping a watch from her class window across to mine to see that I am safe and happy.As we attained adolescence,I thought I was grown up and could do without her,so I made a lot of friends : Friends,who slowly came so close to me that I started keeping secrets of my infatuations from her and other little insignificant facts of the past.But blood relation are blood relation,when my secrets were out, I was scolded ,not talked to,but its the blood relation : Can be upset,but never will disown you : I slowly realized this fact that one has to be faithful to family first and then to the outside world.When my sister came of marriageable age, 3 1/2 years had passed by to find a good match for her irrespective of she being a brilliant and strong charactered girl.My dad was loosing hope in finding a good match , my sister was not willing to marry and leave us all but also wanted dad to be free of all his worries as any responsible daughter would.She helped my dad in finding matches for her by regularly visiting internet cafes for the matrimonial links,spending hours in front of the monitor,but to no use.At night,we used to sit out together watching at the sky and talking : God is watching us and surely he will take our parents worry away:Saying it she had tears in her eyes as she was expecting against hope : But then at the end of 3 1/2 years she found the best match : A match which had wiped all the tears and sweat of all those years passed by.When I came of marriageable age I fell in love with a boy against my family wishes:She could not confide in my decision as it was she and my family who always took decisions for me from the very start,but I was happy about one thing that I dint hide my love from my family and told them right away as in so many years their love and care had made me responsible enough to stand by my decision and wait for their consent , it took 3 1/2 years exactly as my sister to get acceptance for my marriage , but what's in destiny can't be changed,as she was far away she couldn't realize that her younger sister was getting married the very next day my family had consented : she tried desperately to convince my husband that she ( I ) is the only sister I have please give me a months time as I want her to get married the way she deserves , any sister deserves,let me decorate my younger sister as a bride with my own hands but the previous circumstances had been such that my husband found hard to believe her words , I also requested him but as all was finalized and as my parents too said to get married at the set date and not to postpone it. Realizing I was getting married she immediately along with her husband and her young one drove whole night and day but failed to reach in time and had to meet me at my in-laws home all decked up as a bride:she was shocked to see me , her sister ,her young one all so decked up as bride and surrounded by new family members.she still had those worries of whether I am safe and happy in her watery eyes when she embraced me.She while seeing me and my husband off the railway station requested him with folded hands to take care of me and never let me cry just like an elder sister would.Today we are happy in our lives and still bonded by the sacred thread of Rakhi also what it stands for even if far away.</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">That's my sister Deepti : My guardian angel ,My life , My God</span></i></div>Divyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16695188234568380263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217785234259254927.post-70780814370182810902011-08-04T21:37:00.000-07:002011-08-04T21:37:19.496-07:00Weekday colours<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 21px;"></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2jWChOkS7uw/TjtxYXDTb3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/6HqoZh6zd4Y/s1600/colors.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2jWChOkS7uw/TjtxYXDTb3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/6HqoZh6zd4Y/s1600/colors.jpg" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 13px; margin-top: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Hello friends,</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 13px; margin-top: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Here are some interesting facts from astrology about the colours to be adorned on particular weekdays,its interesting to know the following and if a believer do practice them :</i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 21px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 13px; margin-top: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i></i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 13px; margin-top: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">Monday</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">: Lord Shiva rules on Mondays. White is the colour for Mondays and therefore wearing </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;">white </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">dresses and keeping white flowers at home are recommended on Mondays. It is a good day for men seeking favours from women and for making new friends. Taking honey and cucumber on Mondays is likely to yield good results.</span></i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 13px; margin-top: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Tuesday</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">: </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Red </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">being the most suitable colour for Tuesdays, wearing red clothes and keeping red flowers at home on the day may prove to be good. Men shall be courageous on the day and Tuesdays are the most suitable days to settle long-standing issues with the police and army. Administrative and hard laborious work should be undertaken on Tuesdays.</span></i></span></div><div style="color: #333333; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-top: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 13px; margin-top: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">Wednesday</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">: Ruled by Mercury, the day is most suitable for activities involving cerebral faculties, banking, finance, crop and grain trading and the acquisition of wealth. Wednesday is ideal for romance. All activities requiring cerebral input and intellectual faculties are recommended on Wednesdays. (…) The day is ideal for planting trees, as green is the colour of the day. Keeping green plants at home, wearing </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">green </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">clothes and eating beans and gota mungdal on Wednesday would ensure good effects.</span></i></span></div><div style="color: #333333; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-top: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i><br />
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</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 13px; margin-top: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Friday</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">: Shukra (Venus) and Bhubaneshwari Devi rule Friday and promise success, especially to women. Happiness permeates the day. Friendship blossoms and effortless gains are natural events of the day. Most suitable for the purchase of new vehicles, Friday is also a good day for medical treatments of serious illness, as the healing energies are most active on the day. It is a day for purchasing jewellery, precious stones, ornaments and new houses. (…) Very </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">light blue </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;">or white are the colours of the day.</span></i></span></div><div style="color: #333333; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-top: 13px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">What exactly is love : Has anyone been able to fully define it or embrace it or had explored the limits of love only if it has any?What are the various forms of it, is it limitless,timeless,ageless and formless.Does it enclose only sighs,tears,laughter or some other emotions too.I have not yet been able to explore it fully,the more I think of it and live with it , it seems more and more profound to me : It seems so addictive to write about that it seems to pull me towards its own abyss. What seems to me love is in what i can see and feel.See and feel in a love of a father holding his young one's little finger and assisting him to walk or in a mother's wait for her kids to return back from school to serve hot lunch or of a wife ironing her husband's clothes while he leaves for office or seeing him off till he vanishes away from her sight or is it when a daughter plants a few seeds of Tulsi (a sacred plant of Hindus) plant given by her mother to be planted seven seas far away and the prayer of its sprouting and tears of joy rolling down the girl's eye to see it sprout and grow,as it grows in her mother's homeland or is it in the holding of a frail old man's hand by his or her grandchilren for a walk or is it when your pet sees you weep and licks off your rolling tears from your cheek or is it in the last kiss of a soldier to his motherland while he falls down in her lap saving her integrity or is it in the sight of your lover on seeing whom you always have a goose bump or is it that special first love and lost feeling which still lurks in a corner of your heart or is it in the tiny hand of a daughter's hand which wipes off your sweat after a hard day's work or is it in a friend hiding your fault in front of a teacher and taking its blame or is it when you see a mother monkey embracing her young one against her breast or in Mirabai's love for the idol of Lord Krishna............what?what exactly is love,is it bound to a person,or to a bond .Of course not,it's much beyond all these mortal bonds, beyond anyone could have written about or imagined of .But, one things off sure, whatever love is, it is the very basis of humanity....something san (without) which we all would loose the threads of our connectivity and existence. love is something eternal and unconditional.The aspects and degree may change but not the essence.So if you have not loved you have not lived : Come Fall and grow in the essence of love and gift yourself and others a beautiful life :)</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">Falling in new depths of love is not so easy after marriage whether loved or arranged , it requires a husband and a wife to be sincere,caring,trustworthy,respectable for his or her presence in each others lives.A husband was a son in past,someone who has seen how his father had kept his mother besides him with respect and would learn the same from what he has seen since his childhood and implements it even better in his responsibility of caring towards his wife.A husband takes the place of a girl's family:A place kept so highly revered by the girl.He walks into her life with many promises and she enters in his with many hopes.Hopes which are metaphysical:Hopes of looking at each other whenever but with pride,a feeling of belongingness presiding throughout the day and the years passing by,walking besides each other holding hands,looking into each others eyes seeing the new found eternal spark of love and passion for each other.A hope of getting absorbed into the new world build by him for her:A world where he sees himself growing old with her and being cared for.Her world belongs where he belongs,where she can see him fulfilling his promises and she seeing her hopes being painted by him onto the canvas of their lives with all the glorious colours.This not only creates a rainbow of vibrant colours around them but a husband and a wife also sees to it that there is always a shower of love to see that the rainbow surrounds them forever.This is the journey my friends,when travelled upon by both the partners besides each other fulfilling each other's hopes and promises,painting ones lives with hues of passion and dedication inturn leading them to a point where a husband becomes a part of a wife's soul and a wife his.A body of two to see but a soul of one to feel :)</span></i>Divyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16695188234568380263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217785234259254927.post-88038021524049444152011-07-13T00:44:00.000-07:002011-07-13T00:44:26.746-07:00The real jewel of a woman<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><i>Hello friends,</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><i>We all know the significance of shringaar : this adorns a Hindu bride or a woman.The term shringar is also associated with Goddess Lakshmi, who is a model wife and the representation of female beauty, good luck, prosperity and fertility. Indian women wear her original beauty ornaments in the form of sindoor, laung (nose pin), earrings, bangles, rings, payal and nupur (bichuye). Well if you dont know the significance and are not wearing any of the shringaar then below is the list of the shringaar and their religious and medical significance:</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><i><u><b>SINDOOR:</b></u> sindoor which an Indian married women applies on her middle parting signifies brahmnadi- this brahmnadi is believed to be weak in women’s which unable them to take decisions. Applying sindoor in middle partition means strengthen your ability to take decisions. </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><i><u><b>NUPUR(bichuye):</b></u>nupur which is used to wear in second finger of both the feet’s.the nerve in this toe is believed to have a nerve running to the uterus which inturn keeps it healthy. It is also believed that the nerve of this finger in which nupur is being worn directly connected to heart.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><i><u><b>MANGALSUTRA:</b></u> It bears an utmost importance in women’s life without this amulet no marriage is completed. It is one of the essential adornments of women which she needs to wear whole of her life as proof of her marriage and bonding with her spouse.Mangalsutra is believed to have divine powers. Each of the black beads in the Mangalsutra, signify protection from evil power and are believed to protect the marriage of a couple, essentially the life of the husband. </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><i><b><u>BINDI:</u></b>is the primary shringar and a sacred symbol of suhag- her husband. Bindi has a very strong implication in women’s life. A dot or point is the abode of Shiva and Shakthi.The bindi is declared to be very helpful for the good health of the brain, eyes, ears and the nose because these applications maintain a fine pull on the veins and nerves underneath the forehead, nose-root and forearm’s skin to monitor proper flow of blood. The forebrain controls the decision making part of the brain. In acupressure methods it is considered to be the most sensitive part of the body responsible for alertness and hence the use of Bindi for the forehead is justified. It also provides warmth to the pituitary glands located near the Thalamus.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><i><b><u>NOSE-PIN:</u></b> also called laung, is the other ornament and shringar which married women wear on her nose.Ayuveda, which is part of the Indian Vedic Scripts, states that Nose too linked with the female reproductive organs; accordingly the nose piercing is supposed to make childbirth easier and lessen period pain during women's natural menstrual course and periods.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><i><b style="text-decoration: underline;">MEHENDI:</b></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><i>Henna is the next most important shringar of women which is applied on hands and feets. It is believed that the more the colour of henna, the more her husband loves her.It can also help in lowering body temperature and soothe headaches, fevers, burning feet and even hysteria or a violent temper. It can increase the luster of nails, is effective in muscular rigidity and even in Jaundice.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><i>During an Indian wedding, the bride tries to wear the smallest glass bangles. She is helped by her best friend or sister to do this using scented oil. It’s believed that smaller bangles symbolize a happy and loving marriage .Bangles and Husband and Luck – A married Indian woman is required to wear bangles (green or red depending on which region they belong to) on a day to day basis because bangles are symbolic of safety, marriage and luck for their husbands.</i></span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">Seldom do we come across people who walk into our lives and leave their footprints forever.It would be right to say that they are God sent angels in our lives.Such a special person entered my life too and gifted it with happiness and reverence for him.But the relation which I shared with him was also strange : I still ponder what to name our relation and this confusion erupts in my heart because when we were attending our college together we only knew each other by face,he kept on gazing at me during our classes and as i felt awkward about it I drifted away from him , but slowly n steadily we started communicating and within a year he became a very good friend of mine.We would go for picnic,tea break and chatting often.He regularly visited my home and soon won the hearts of my parents who treated him like their own son.Once it so happened that by the end of our two years of studies he came to my home,that visit which he made on that day had some strange air around it.While I ,he and my dad were chatting , he would often look at me and I could sense easily that he was collecting courage to say something to my dad , but I couldn't read his silence. Well,when he left for his home in nearby town on the very day , he returned back 2 days later only to inform me that his marriage had been fixed by his parents and then he broke up and confessed that he wanted to ask for my hand from my dad that day when he had come to my home,but couldn't collect the courage.But as he was very dedicated to his family,he forsake his love and married the girl of his family's choice and I was happy too as I always looked up to him as my friend in need and indeed.Well, he din't severe his ties with my family and often visited us even after his marriage with & without his family.We had a long relationship of 5 years till I fell in love with a boy and when he came to know of it ,as a true friend he supported me but also showed me the pros and cons of my love as a friend would do.When I was getting married and none of my friends attended my wedding as it was not according to social norms as I was doing an inter-caste marriage, it was him that stood by me and not only this what has still amazed me and left me bewildered till date is that when the priest in the wedding wanted someone to perform a ritual which only a brother could do in a Hindu marriage , my family said that there's no brother I have but then he said pointing out to my friend , that he can perform the role of a brother.I was shocked and suspiciously smiled at him as I knew that he was the very boy who loved me once.But this expression was not reciprocated by him,with a very somber face he religiously accepted the duty and performed the ritual which a brother performs for his sister.What's this relation to be named friends?It is above the status of a friend,a lover and a brother something which can't be named but only felt deep within one's heart.</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;">That's my special person : Siddharth and we have come a long way of 11 years in our relation.A relation which carries no name and reasons to stay together.It just lives and grows with us.</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">We all have loved at some part of our lives with those who have either become a part of our lives or someone else's.I always wonder why do people love and then loose : Is it the loss of the love or the loss of determination to standby one's love.When we fall in love we tend to be swept away in tides of imaginative feelings and experiences:Experiences which are brimming with love and love and vibrant emotions.But sweeping away in this tide one tends to have left the shore of reality far behind where not only does our existence stands but also our real selves:A world where we are what we are,our responsibilities and our birth relations stand:A place where fulfilling our dreams of a satisfactory love stands stranded : Why?Because sometimes we come to know that the boy is not of our age or the girl is not perfect for us in all situations or is of another caste or country or of lesser or very higher strata of society or it was just one of the affairs among others:It is this reality friends one should always live in immediately after falling in love because when either of you know what you are in real self with or without your blood relations is the moment when you can soar to the heights of heaven together:To a world where not only do you know that is where you wanted to be with the one you love but are also assured that when you perch down on earth you know you have made the right choice:A choice not to think of twice:A choice shared by others and a choice you will standby in all odd situations till it cements its existence :That my friends is the way to love.It ain't a joke but the very reason of our existence:Be careful its love :)</span></i></div>Divyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16695188234568380263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217785234259254927.post-59359966705567781102011-06-20T22:21:00.000-07:002011-06-20T22:21:32.932-07:00Love marriage<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EP-Zfdg5IPE/TgAqDIqCosI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BcaIB1IuQXc/s1600/love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EP-Zfdg5IPE/TgAqDIqCosI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BcaIB1IuQXc/s1600/love.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: purple; font-family: 'New Times Roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"</span>I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close."</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><i>Love,love when touches lives makes it beautiful : Love just leaves you enchanted and imaginative and when you experience these things in reality its love marriage : Marriage to the one whom you have always loved and desired for : All your dreams and desires come true when you see him with pride beside you forever.Well,what experiences I am going to share might be true to most of you in love and the ones who married their love ,but I still want to experience the beauty of my relation in writing.The one whom I fell in love with became my heart beat and this was felt by me through every part of my body when I was taking seven rounds around the holy fire in our wedding holding his hands in whom I had given myself till eternity,his filling my hair partition with sacred red color and a black bead chain across my neck completed me with tears of joy rolling down my cheeks :An experience incomparible .This feeling extended as I left my city and boarded my first ever flight journey with him beside me and as I stepped down on to my new homeland,I touched the soil of it as it was my new home,my husband's homeland.As I reached his home and stood in front of it to be welcomed I felt the door,the walls,the sunbeam in his house and stepped in with a feeling of pride as it will be the house wherein i will live n die in and raise my family for the rest of my life:My home:My treasure.My first bike ride with him holding his shoulder from behind purchasing grocery and roaming leaves me mesmerized as I am a wife now : His better half that would not lay any stone unturned to make him a complete soul.Holding the hands of the one you have always loved and holding on till you grow old is the priceless experience which I am living to the fullest.</i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><i>Hold on to him every moment you get , feel him and your life in his home : Value it every single moment and that's when you feel that its not just that you have married but that you have done a love marriage :)</i></span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">What is pain?</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Is it when we see a poor young child shivering in cold while we cozy off in our AC cars or enjoy coffee at Baristaa</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Or is it when we see someone get murdered in broad daylight while we hush off from there to save ourselves</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Or is it when we read of how a minor was raped while grazing her cattle while we turned on to another interesting headline </span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Or is it when we see a needy eating out of a garbage while we pass by munching burgers </span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Or is it when we come across the news of innocent policemen n army personnel being killed in ambush while we pass on to see more important news such as a review of a newly released movie</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Or is it when a young bride victim of dowry breathes her last in her parents arms while we complaint of how our in-laws interfere in our methods of cooking</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Or is it when a young girl is being touched inappropriately in public while we move aside covering our girls </span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Or is it when we see a blind man selling paper tissues at metro while we pass by thinking that we have better quality one</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Or is it when you see people walking their old parents around while we lie to our parents to meet our lovers</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Or is it when you see a young girl selling bangles on street while you are buzy bargaining with her the price</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Or is it when you see people standing for hours to wish birthday to stars or is it when u see the solitary parents of our martyrs remebering their loved ones while going through their chilhood album all alone in a dark room</span></i><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><i>What is it? What is the real pain : well my friends real pain is what we feel when we think emphatically:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 15px;">"If anyone has material possesion and sees </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 15px;"><i>his brother in need but has no pity on him, then how can the love of God be expected by him?"</i></span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">So friends, next time you feel your self proclaimed pain think of those who are truly in PAIN : REACH THE HAVE NOTS WITH YOUR HAVES and give them a life to live for and not a death to ask for :)</span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"><i><b>Hinduism being a symbolic religion, most rituals and ceremonies have a symbolic meaning to them</b> </i></span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;">People following Hinduism believe that if a married couple walks seven steps around the fire of the havankund, they will remain together for the lifetime. Generally, before taking the seven vows, the bride is seated to the right hand side of the groom. After taking the pheras, the bride shifts to the left side of the groom - this symbolizes that she is now closer to his heart. In most of the Hindu weddings, the newly married couple takes seven pheras or rounds, around the sacred fire. In the majority of the seven pheras, the groom leads the first four pheras, while he is preceded by the bride during the last three pheras. But have you wondered why only seven pheras or rounds around fire because number 7 has a great significance:</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;">l<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;">et </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow; font-family: Georgia, 'Trebuchet MS'; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"> us know the significance of 7 in this world:</span></span></i><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Trebuchet MS'; line-height: 18px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"><div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">-Seven colours of sunlight.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">-Seven notes of music (sa, re, ga, ma, pa, dha, ni)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">-Seven world above the earth.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">-Seven world below the earth.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">-Seven seas and seven islands.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">-Seven important matters/ substances.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">-Seven important functions (evacuation of excrement, mouth cleaning, bath, meditation, meals, remembering god and sleep)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">-Seven respectable ( God, Teacher, Father, Mother, Sun, Fire and Guest)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">-Seven evils (Jealousy, anger, affection, malice, greed and bad thoughts.)</div><div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">-Seven baths (Mantra bath, sun bath, fire bath, air bath, divine bath, mental bath and mercy bath.)</div></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Trebuchet MS'; line-height: 18px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Due to the importance of number seven our divine dignitaries, included seven rounds and seven promises in a wedlock ceremony.Do we the married ones remember the seven pheras : if not, then following are the meaning of seven pheras : lets see how far are we practicing them</span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow; color: blue;">The Seven Vows:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Groom:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">You will offer me food and be helpful in every way. I will cherish you and provide welfare and happiness for you and our children.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Bride:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I am responsible for the home and all household responsibilities.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Groom:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Together we will protect our house and children.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Bride:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I will be by your side as your courage and strength. I will rejoice in your happiness. In return, you will love me solely.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Groom:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">May we grow wealthy and prosperous and strive for the education of our children. May our children live long.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Bride:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I will love you solely for the rest of my life, as you are my husband. Every other man in my life will be secondary. I vow to remain chaste.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Groom:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">You have brought sacredness into my life, and have completed me. May we be blessed with noble and obedient children.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Bride:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I will shower you with joy, from head to toe. I will strive to please you in every way I can.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Groom:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> You are my best friend, and staunchest well-wisher. You have come into my life, enriching it. God bless you.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Bride:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I promise to love and cherish you for as long as I live. Your happiness is my happiness, and your sorrow is my sorrow. I will trust and honor you, and will strive to fulfill all your wishes.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Groom:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">May you be filled with joy and peace.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Bride:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I will always be by your side.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Groom:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">We are now husband and wife, and are one. You are mine and I am yours for eternity.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Bride:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">As God is witness, I am now your wife. We will love, honor and cherish each other forever. </span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><i>I m truly blessed like others to have taken these vows with the person whom I love and also who will help me fulfill them :)</i></span></span></div>Divyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16695188234568380263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217785234259254927.post-28528386314587539662011-06-06T22:22:00.000-07:002012-02-16T20:16:59.843-08:00The power of prayer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SI-5r5K2YD8/Te2zqk1TzyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/74zl_45T5Dc/s1600/21072010116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SI-5r5K2YD8/Te2zqk1TzyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/74zl_45T5Dc/s200/21072010116.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">Hello friends,</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">This is the story of a girl who was very close to her family.Being the younger one,she was always doted upon.She had everything one could want for : A loving mother,a responsible father and a caring sister.When she grew old ,she fell in love with a boy of the same qualities and values : Qualities and values she had been brought up with.But sadly,her family didn't approve of the boy as he was not of their community.But ,what did the girl do?Did she leave him?Certainly not : She along with the boy sweared to fight a silent battle : A battle against the society and the family's conventional thinking about intercaste marriages.They chose to remain isolated of eachother and serve their parents without uttering a word against all the accusations they heard of each other in their respective families.The girl was orphaned of all the love she had got from her family,but she also knew that as her love is silent ,so is her family's.The father,whose scooter she washed daily before he left for office and with whom she used to go to temple standing besides him worshipping. All of a sudden he started standing away from her and worshipping : and here she was looking at him from the other corner of the temple watching his pained eyes which prayed for getting his daughter back :and in between her father and her was the Almighty.Daily evening she looked at him,with tears in her eyes to bless her not only with the boy she loved but also to bring the day soon wherein she could stand beside her father and pray.She knew that her parents were not wrong ,but she also knew that she was not wrong : So she devoted herself in the service to lord : Every morning and evening she would decorate her forehead with the sacred red color of god symbolising her love for her lover and the blessing of God : She talked to the Almighty : Praying for peace in family and union of the boy's family with hers.This continued for 3 1/2 years.Years of sincere devotion to god and respectful devotion to parents worked at last.All of a sudden one day,the girl's dad decided to meet the boy and within one hour of meeting, he was impressed by the boy and the next day was decided for the wedding:She had passed her early youth in craving for reuniting with her loved ones and here she was in her late youth getting married to the boy of her and her family's choice.But how could she forget the one who blessed her with this happiness,the one:The almighty who consoled her and gave her and the family patience to survive the ordeal.In this respect,She decided to sacrifice her grand wedding celebrations,which every girl's dream off and got married in a small temple with her and the boy's family and in presence of the Giver:The Lord and today she is happily married for 2 years with the boy and with both the families closely knit together.But what about her prayer : the request to stand beside her dad and worship in the temple.Did it get fulfilled too?Indeed,today whenever I visit my native place I and my father visit the temple,we stand besides each other along with my husband and worship:On one side, my father and on other side, the blessing of God : My husband and a content family.What can I ask for more : I am content.This is my story Friends.</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">But, do remember from my story that when you want something and crave for it desperately , the whole universe conspires to get it for you.But, it is equally important that in the pursuit of achieving the target you should not hurt the ones around you and always listen to your heart and choose the right path.</span></i></div>Divyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16695188234568380263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217785234259254927.post-70491005381518668442011-06-02T22:14:00.000-07:002011-06-02T22:14:23.547-07:00The healing power of touch<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nM8ywBf0p6k/Tehrpa4W0UI/AAAAAAAAAG4/AK7Rh5QfaxM/s1600/cat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nM8ywBf0p6k/Tehrpa4W0UI/AAAAAAAAAG4/AK7Rh5QfaxM/s200/cat.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">Hello friends,</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"> Touch has a memory.</span></i><br />
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<div class="quote" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: url(http://blog.gaiam.com/quotes/sites/all/themes/oldblog/images/quote-open.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; margin-top: 1em;"><div class="quote-inner" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: url(http://blog.gaiam.com/quotes/sites/all/themes/oldblog/images/quote-close.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: 100% 100%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 65px; padding-right: 65px; padding-top: 10px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1em;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">A Touch calms us down, it is healing in the most primitive form. A touch in the form of an embrace or a kiss or holding hands does wonders,it freshens the day of people leaving for work , relaxes them when they get back home tired.A hand shake or an embrace to a friend or known one leaves pleasant feeling in our minds and as well as theirs.But, so far so said,do we really do it regularly,a few might.But for others they treasure these moments only for special occasions,occasions of bithday,anniversaries,festivals or someone's achievement. This mean that we get to hold on to our dear ones just 3-5 times a year,that's sad. I realised this fact only after I got married. I came to stay with my mom for a few days,One day,I accidently held her hand during a chat,and a shiver ran down my body as I realised that all my 28 yrs of my stay with my mom I never had held her hand or embraced her often , and here I was today,holding my mother's hand only to see her visibly wrinkled,frail hands:Hands which served us the whole lives.Friends,from there on I always held or embraced my parents by some or the other pretext.I still remember the last time I held my dad's hand was when I was young and he would take me along with him for a candy,thats it.Its so sad, that most of you like me must have not realised this fact till we get separated from our loved ones.But,I learnt from my ignorance and now I always embrace and greet my loved ones ,this makes my relations immortal.A touch brings a feeling of contentment,fulfillment and also a feeling of belongingness .Just try it, hold the hands of your loved ones when you talk or hug them when they are leaving for work or school.It works wonders and you know that.</span></span></span></i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1em;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"></span></span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; line-height: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;">"Everyone's got a heart. Find a way to touch it!"</span></i></span></span></span></span></i></div></div></div></div>Divyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16695188234568380263noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217785234259254927.post-58476007794524875722011-05-31T20:43:00.000-07:002011-05-31T20:43:21.912-07:00A journey of love from heart to head<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"></span><br />
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</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>What is love? Is it when you see your secret boy of admiration riding a bike, or when you see a movie and start seeing the heroic qualities of the reel hero all of a sudden in a boy next door;or is it when u r caught accidentally in an exchange of sight with your senior at school;or is it comforting a heart broken lover hoping to join his heart with yours; or is it that when you r busy looking for true love, u forget that someone is searching for you too as his love : who is this boy? Well a non existent for you : why so ? Well,because he doesn't have a bike, no fashion statement, no heroic qualities which you look for in ur pursuit of finding love.</i></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;">But in this pursuit of exploring love, you build up castles in dream , marriages in heaven and all of a sudden all the romantic melodies seems to be written just for you and what not... just everything around you seems like a beautiful dream except for occasional realities like your exams n results and parents scolding and yes, meeting the boy in whom u see reality not your dreams: well, in this pursuit, one"s heart is often broken , u feel let down, but Ghosh!!! It's love : can happen anytime anywhere but it's in between this anywhere and anytime and broken dreams you find someone always following you: in happiness or in sadness always a part of your real life : though not significant for you but still a part: is this love???</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">It is at this time that head takes over heart</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and makes it clear to you that true love may not sound jingles in your ears or build up castles for you but it is real : It accepts the way you are in real not as the one in dreams: the one simple love that kept knocking at your heart while you were buzy knocking others.Indeed,love happens in reality and definitely with those people who are not like what you want them to be but who accept you as in your real self:and that's my dear friends true love :)</span></i></div><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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we come across many people some good some bad ,all of us know dealing with the good ones, but do we really know how to deal with the bad ones and even if we know the right way to deal with them do we practice it ? lets see:<br />
A few people may seem to be self centered behave illogically or unreasonably and in an ill mannered way : we need to ignore them or forgive them :If you are kind,people think you are selfish or have some motive : still dont leave your kindness:You may be honest and frank, people may be rude to you & hate you too :still be honest:<br />
what you be building for years may be destroyed by someone in a day : build anyway:the good we do today, will be forgotten tommorow : do good anyway.A few of you may disagree with me , I know its sometimes difficult for me too, but then ,I remember about the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">FINAL ANALYSIS : YOU SEE FRIENDS, ITS THE FINAL ANALYSIS BETWEEN YOU AND GOD.IT WAS NEVER BETWEEN YOU AND THEM(the people around you) ANYWAYS :)</span></div>Divyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16695188234568380263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217785234259254927.post-5052241844413102752011-05-29T21:28:00.000-07:002011-05-29T21:31:51.227-07:00Are yo u living life or designing life ???<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mUKoSCZCNt0/TeMdLyt5kwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bqcZtfclkTE/s1600/IMG_0277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mUKoSCZCNt0/TeMdLyt5kwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bqcZtfclkTE/s320/IMG_0277.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Hello friends ,<br />
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<b><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">" We all have two choices; we can make a living or we can design a life."</span></u></b><br />
<b><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">my husband does the living and I the DESIGNING :)</span></u></b><br />
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I chose not to be a part of the RAT RACE which everyone is competing for , I dont say they are wrong because some are doing for earning a living and their better halves for fulfilling the demands of their family which is endless.I too was a part of a race , but it was a race of my choice - a race of pleasure and contenment - I was a teacher not educating for money but changing the lives of those who were needy, but now as I am married I chose to find the pleasure and contentment in my married life by becoming a homemaker.Though, it was my choice to be at home in the current setting ,where every woman is competing with men in all fields,I felt shy to be vocal about my status in public, but knowing the transient nature of our lives, I realized that why should i shy away from my own choice and I collected the courage to be proud of my choice and this I got from looking around me: In the hustle and bustles of life , we ignore the greenery of trees,the chirping of birds,relaxing under a tree and feeling the rejuvenating breeze from sea shore,caressing and feeling nature and cherishing and cementing the bond with near and dear ones.<br />
Here, I am today after 2 years of my marriage : a proud homemaker a designer of life : a choice I chose for :)<br />
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</div>Divyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16695188234568380263noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217785234259254927.post-48923412994130441992011-05-29T07:26:00.000-07:002011-05-29T07:26:01.116-07:00Gender Equality<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Woman was taken out of man not out of his head to top him, nor out of his feet to be trampled underfoot; but out of his side to be equal to him, under his arm to be protected, and near his heart to be loved</span></div>Divyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16695188234568380263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217785234259254927.post-48966939789381903332011-05-29T07:21:00.001-07:002011-05-29T07:21:43.323-07:00Thoughts on Adam & Eve<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Men are simple things. They can survive a whole weekend with only three things: beer, boxer shorts and batteries for the remote control.<br />
women are expensive things : they can survive a whole weekend with only 3 things :<br />
Gossip,men's purse and and loads of shopping</span></div>Divyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16695188234568380263noreply@blogger.com1