Its all about everything . . .

The keys kept making the clinging sound on the key chain………….she just let them hang around her index finger………….it was not noise to her..it was sweet music to her ears..sweet tune of satisfaction….achivement..and reaching the destination. It all began when she first set her foot in…………it was lovely, it was big..and it was all that she wanted….it was her dream ….but she could she it with her open eyes…it was her dream home…..They saw the house inspected the place…her hubby did the inspection and she in her mind did the interior decoration……….she always did this:) they came back…it was charged at a princely sum….much more than they could afford…she joked to him,”get me the house…..do what it take…but this is it..i want it to be our HOME”. they left and so the story started….the journey was over today with the keys ending in her hand…..he placed the keyes in her hand and this assured her that he will always be there to fullfill all her dreams…….. she was at the doorstep…feeling li

I have had many readers asking me to write on “how to be happy?”. But I really don’t know what to write on this. How can I tell you how to be happy. Is not happiness a very personal  thing. Everyone has his/her own way to be happy and no rules can be applied to happiness. Something that really makes me happy can be something that means nothing to you. Also happiness is not a momentary thing, it’s the many little moments that collectively lead to a splendid moment of happiness. It  depends on many variable factors with only you  and the end result being the constant in this equation.    So I think I cannot point out ways for anyone to be happy. But nevertheless, since today I am in a happy mood I can point out things that make me happy. No harm in trying maybe we are same in more than one way and my ways can help you also to be happy. At least  reading what makes me happy may bring one small smile or a tear of joy and probably make you happy for a while. Cos many of my reade

I feel lonely, I feel alone…… I feel sad and want the rains to pour…. I wish the rains would come and wash away the pain and tears and give me back my moments … My moments of love, happiness and contentment. I feel no one is with me, I am alone and walking towards a very uncertain direction… God please guide me, hold me and take me to my destiny…. Oh please god be with me I feel very lonely……

  “Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder” True i must say……………that must be the reason why the person next to be finds my life ….my journey beautifull This also explains that if we start living our lives as a third person and just keep peeping into all that has happened ….we will definitely feel we have had our fair share of Fun and Luck…………… But we dont we only keep living in present and think of the future which is so uncertain and unknown……. We dont learn Lessons from our past…we rather plan the future and then stumble upon the same old road blocks. If only we had analyzed our past we could better plan our roadmap and give a miss to the road blocks. But this is life!!! as people say it…………its not someone to teach you, prepare you………..but rather slap you with the hardest of lessons….when you least expect them………. Probably this is so that you remember them….

Mayank got up early, it was his first day in college. He was excited but also nervous because out of his complete gang he was the only one who was joining that college. So he was feeling left out. He new that meant he had a chance to make new friends. But he was not the kind to go out make friends very easily. It took a lot for him to open up. He got ready and was about to leave when his brother called him and asked if he could drop him. Mayank told why not he rather gave him the keys. He got the expected reply in negative. He moved on. He had been for a while asking his brother for a bike in fact his own bike and he was always given the same reply and most of the time it was in negative or the demand was just ignored. He moved slowly towards the bus stop. He took the bus and reached college. It was a crowded place with many teenagers. All dressed in their very best today being the first day of college. He slowly went to the notice board to find where was in lecture hall. It was al

Siya was at the bus stop on time like every other morning, she kept looking for Mayank. But Mayank was no where to be seen. Finally the bus arrived, Siya boarded the bus and left. Siya kept looking outside the window. It was drizzling and the every now and then some light droplets of water would fall on her face. She loved this gentle feeling and would not wipe them away. Soon she forgot all about Mayank and was just thinking of the rains and the clouds. She loved the month of June, it always brought a sense of new beginning to her. All through her student life it meant new school uniform, new books, fresh smell of paper from new books. She would read the stories in her language text books and enjoy them so much. She basically liked reading, she liked the crisp pages, she would never even put a mark with pen on her text books. Only pencil was allowed there, she wanted them to be as new even a year after. She would carefully use them the whole year and pass them on to her sister.

  Kafi Waqt gujar chuka hai, Par lamhe abhi bhi baki hai. Sath chalne ki kasame puri hui, Sath rehane ke wade abhi baki hai.           Hum me ek doosre ki chaap kuch aisi padhi,                                    Ki tum tum na rahe,Me me nahi rahi,                         Raaste gujarte chale gaye, Manzilo ki ab koi kami na rahi.

“We are no one to you. We only know your name is Riya.” started one of the men. “You have to calm down to understand and make sense out of what we are going to say. We have seen it all but still could not understand. We were waiting for you to wake up and join the lose ends. We don’t want to keep you captive with us, that’s not our interest. We wanted you to be able to take care of yourself before we left you. That’s the sole reason why we kept ferrying you for three days.” He continued “I don’t understand a thing, I was with Anant safe and sound. How did I land with you?” Questioned a totally tired and by know at some ease Riya.   “Let me tell you how it all started, we were going on our way. When suddenly we saw a car halt at the express way and a person was fell out. The car quickly started and sped away. We had pull the brakes real hard, or we would have had smashed you. We went and saw, we found you. You were a bit bruised but unconscious. We took you in our car and t

  “I don’t want to have a dialogue with you, just hand me my phone”, replied Riya. She was shivering with fright yet was standing strong. She knew she was right at the face of a big danger here, but all she wanted was to know where Anant was. All four men stood up, and started looking at each other. They did not answer, just kept looking at each other. As if they were looking for an answer. One of them walked towards Riya and started talking. “ Madam, we don’t want to hurt you” Riya interrupted him, “Don’t come near me. I have already told you, just give me my phone”.   He continued, “ We don’t know who are you, nor do we know who is this Anant.” Riya Screamed, “ don’t utter a word, exactly! you don’t know who is Anant. That’s why you have had the courage to get me here. You are in deep trouble mister, very soon Anant will find us”.   “We know he will find us that’s precisely the reason why we have been running from him. You have to calm down a bit and under

Can constant criticism ever be constructive?? This is a question that has been haunting me for a while now. Criticism can   be both constructive and helpful when the person criticizing aims for that. However if the sole aim of the person criticizing is to somehow blame you for every little thing then the game takes a really ugly turn. It then looks more like a finger pointing exercise than a positive constructive one.    Criticism is the disapproval of people, not for having faults, but having faults different from your own. --Unknown   Very correctly said, as we all say no one is perfect. We are in a world full of imperfections, and it is imperfections that help us to grow to discover unknown territories. To constantly criticize someone is like cursing the glass for being half full rather then having the water to quench your thirst. If we keep picking faults we will never be able to see the strengths of an individual. No two people can be the same, everyone has their

She was really tired, her eyes were hurting they wanted to be shut. She reclined back in her chair stretched her back took a deep breath and her fingers again started typing on the key board. She had to keep going. She always wanted to be competitive but today she felt like she was running a never ending marathon. She so wanted to finish everything and leave or just leave everything and finish her day at work. But none of these were the options she had. So she silently  continued. Soon she wrapped up everything and was ready to leave. She checked her phone to get a clue of the time. Since her office machine was hooked to onsite timing forcing her to live in a virtual time zone. She looked at her phone and her eyes shone with happiness. It had a message from Anant saying, “Waiting for you, give me a miss call whenever you finish.” This message made her realize she had again missed the evening office cab. It had almost become a daily ritual these days for Anant to pick her up on their

Someone who never came into my life left Me.…left me alone Left me alone to battle and fight and never succeed… To laugh and smile but still feel the pain…. Its over they say….come over it… But nothing in me says it’s over…its with me and will be forever… I will breathe my last and still miss her I will miss her because she was there…she was with me…and will be forever….. I will never say “why me”…..because I don’t wish this pain for anyone I have lost my love and will never  find again…..

Diwali wahi hai, mayane badal gaye Sab ko khush karne me zamane nikal gaye Bus itani chahat puri kar do Mujhe meri diwali wapas kar do