Its all about everything . . .

Jab me kahu tum sun lena… Jab tum kaho me sun lungi… Me rutho to tum mana lena… Tab na apni baat banegi… Haasi khushi sang ruthna manana… Aise hi banta hai jeevan suhana… Kabhi me lathi kabhi tum chasma… Jeevan ke ant tak sath rahe apna… Sara time bus baatein karenge… Na naukri hogi na roj ki bhag daud… Dheere dheere nikalega jindagi ka yeh mod… Fursat se jiyenge sare jhanjhato ko chod… Roj yaado ki potli kholenge… Kuch pal jo jaldi jaldi me piche reh gaye honge… Potli se nikal unhe arram se jiyenge… Jo pal ruthane manane me akele nikal gaye… Unhe tumhare saath fir se sanjoyege… Jeevan ke ant me nayi shuruat karenge… Abhi tak jindagi me kuch banne ke liye jiye… Ab jindagi banane ki liye jiyenge… PS: Share on ur facebook wall....

I am back with a bang… Bang to hi jayega weight jo itana hai ! So this time I knew it was of no use to eat what I hate….because end of the day its FOOD and I love food and can never hate it for an extended period of time. Something new had to be found…and I found it very soon “GM DIET” . Till date I have not understood why would a company devise such an frustration plan for their employees. And also if they don’t endorse it why let your name stick to it. Nevertheless it looked promising and worth giving a try. So here I was I read as much I could on it. I must tell you I have a good appetite for reading when it comes to diets. So I read pet bharke . This diet is pretty simple with manageable restrictions. The one thing I liked about this diet is the word that was mentioned on it “unlimited”. It all looked perfect eat unlimited and lose 5 kgs in a week. I was always told.. Kam se kam 5 kilo kam kar fir kuch farak dikhega . So here was my golden chance to lose it in a week and fi

Aisa bhi kya kaam, jiske lie hume chodke ja rahi hai… Man bhi lagega kya tera waha hamare bina… Kitani bhi yaade le ja kam pad jayegi… Purani yaado ke sangh kitane din bitayegi… Din bhar kitna bhi busy ho sham dhale pakka hamari yaad ayegi… Weekend me kaise shopping akele jayegi…                                                                 Khud ke haath ka bana kitane din khayegi... Soch le kya hamare bina reh payegi… Dekh le…soch le... Jana jaroori hai   kya?

Me ghul rahi   hu...Pighal rahi hu Me Chal rahi hu....pal tham gaye hai Hosh me behoshi kyu hai.. Me simat rahi hu...bikhar rahi hu Me mar rahi hu...hum jee rahe hai Hawao me madhoshi kyu hai... Ye sare manjar naye naye hai... Safar wahi manjile nayi hai... Manjilo se jyada safar hasee hai... Jo in rasto pe humsafar bhi tu humkadam bhi tu hai....

Shyama almost at the verge of a nervous break down, “Spare me….Spare me…..and if you don’t stop I will spank you black and blue” Sridhar at his classic best, “I was only trying to tell you the right thing.” Shyama irritated, “But did I even ask for your opinion, anyways I thanks you for your esteemed opinion and   request you to shut up”. It was like any other day..Shyama was a little sleepy in office after a late night movie with her friend. And Sridhar had at least n no. of times asked her why did she go for a movie on Sunday evening, when she has a whole weekend for same. When the first time Sridhar had said this to Shyama, she did not react and gave a valid explanation for her choice of day and time for the movie. She explained, “I was in Mumbai for the weekend and only returned at 7 PM on Sunday and went directly for the movie” This explanation which would be accepted by people all over the world instigated a never ending argument with Sridhar that lasted the whole day a

Ek din jab jindagi tham jayegi.... Maut dastak degi to har baat ki ginti yaad ayegi Kitane pal apno sang bitaye....kitane pal kho diye Kitane pal rango se bhare...kitane berang rah gaye Kitane pal yaado me badale...kitane pal bhoola diye Kitane pal jindagi ko mayane se gaye...kitani pal bemayana nikal Gaye Kitane humne hasi baati....kitane ansoa me bhig Gaye Kitna jiye hum, kitna mare??? Maut se pehle kitana mare??? Lamho ko sanjhoye....chalte rahe.... Hum kitna jiye hum kitna mare???

Meri Mousi.. Pyaari..bahot hi pyaari… Aur me uski Sonpaari… Sabka pyaar bata sa lagta tha.. Par mousi ka nai… Hamesh sab se pehle aur Sab se jyada mera hissa… Pehle bahot door lagti thi… Ab nai..roj subah jagati hai… Raat ko pyaare sapno ki dua de jati hai… Awaj itani pyaari ki kaano me muskan bhar de… Gud gudati si haasi…pyaari si muskaan… Khub kitabe padti hai… Fir chun chun ke hume kisse batati hai… Bhooto ki fan…darti hai..fir bhi kisse sunti hai Gharelo nusko ki encyclopedia… Khusiyo pe to mousi ka copyright hai.. Khusiyo ke parcel bhejti hai… Milne ka bhot dil karta hai.. Kisi parcel me khud aa jao mousi… Miss u a lot mousi…and wish u very happy birthday!!!

Alag alag hai....nai badate ab kuch bhi...na din na raat...na jameen na asman... Ab to chand ko bhi hum Bari Bari dekhte hai....tum pehle fir hum baad dekhte hai....lekin ek doosre ka ehsaas....doori...aur akelapan samajhte hai...akele akele hai...ek doosre ko awaj nai de sakte....fir bhi pukaro to dil me dastak si ho hi jati hai....ek doosre ke bina...adhoore to nai....par poore bhi nai....Dono milke ek bante hai...par alag ho ke bhi doosre ko adhura nai karte....sath ho to sab acha....par har icha puri nai hoti....pata nai aur kitna samay hai hamare pass....kyuna jindagi samet le...fir mauke mile na mile....pal sanjo le... Yaadein jebo me bhar le...fir akele me unhi se khusiya karidenge....pai pai ka hisab hoga....tu pata nai tab sath hoga ki nai....

Bojhi bojhi kyu hai..teri hasi dabi dabi si kyu hai Teri hasi katil ka kaam karegi unke liye So teri muskurahat dabana chahte hai Teri hasi dawa ka kaam karegi unke liye So tujhe sada muskurata dekhne chahte hai Haar mat man…man mat mar..Uth jee..kuch kar Mausam badlega, andhera jhatega Andhera roshni ko nahi dhak sakta, Savera to ayega.. nai subah layega.. Dar mat, kal tera hai…bus kadam bada aur chalti ja!

Any guesses what this topic is all about??? I am sure Pragya has a clue L ….she is the one who has time and again made be felt MOTIvated. For as early In my life I remember I always thought just a little little weight loss and I will be perfect. And the next little was a little more of my favorite thing in this world and that is FOOD…..I guess I learned to cook also because I wanted to cook all I could and then what…obviously eat it. So that’s my life I have tried a lot of weight loss techniques and I must tell they all of them would have helped me or worked on me if I could at least stick to them for stretched period of a week. But nevertheless I always have a next time, a new diet and a new mission. So my targets have steadily increased …at some point of time I wanted to be 55 (its just a number right!...I so totally agree…) and today even +10 or +15 can be a dream. The only time in my life when I was offered food and that too in heaps was when I was preggy…but such an irony…I had

Haule Haule chalte chalte jindagi nikal jati hai humrahi humkadam ban jate hai... Sapne sach ho jate hai... roke to gujra kal ban reh jaoge... aghe bade to kal banaoge.... aj me jeena sikhlo... Aj hi bus apna hai...kal dur ka sapna hai... Haule Haule chalte chalte jindagi nikal jati hai aj jiye din kal yaade ban jayenge... aj jin baaton ne rulaya hai kal woh muskan layengi... ache dino ki yaade palke geeli kar jayengi... Aur bus Haule Haule chalte chalte jindagi nikal jayegi

Link to previous part: http://itsallabouteverthing.blogspot.de/2014/07/sawaal-jawaab-part-3.html Not  everyday is your day….sometimes nothing   falls in place or you can say everything wrong falls in place and your days starts with a bang!!! Shyama was running late for office….she grabbed a bunch of her favorite fruit ....grapes and rushed out of the door to try and reach office at least by 10:30. Today was the day she realized that her wrist watch was a whole half hour late and for a whole month she was going to office as per her wrist watch. Huffing-puffing she reaches office only to realize the systems down and there was no reason for her to hurry like this. After all no work was waiting for her….she pushes the door open with her waist ..her hands busy with her lovely bunches of grapes….she suddenly hears a noise of water dripping…she realized this must be Sangeeta….and the noise must be of her saliva dripping at the sight of fresh juicy grapes. Now Sangeeta is a magicia

Somehow people assume that girls spend a lot…I say assume because it’s a generalized notion. Also a girl earns or not is never taken into account. As if her income is a part of family income but her expenses are accounted as an individuals expenses. She might like shopping ..but I see no harm in that….and more than the people who are affected by that expenditure on lookers have big problems…somehow people don’t like a happy shopping couple…..well enough of a rant…I can talk for ages on this…. lets proceed to Shyama and Sridhar New day…. New place Shyama and Sridhar working on a common project in a common location….far away from all other sane people. But things haven’t changed much..Shyama is still an   easy prey for Sridhar…but with the time that Shyama has spent with Sridhar her skin has become thick and brain sharp enough to answer back in a wicked way with efficiency and precision. Shyama:Oh I am already hungry Sridhar: Lets eat the popcorn you have got Shyama: (S

Tu Door chali gayi na ??? Pehle roj milti thi… Pet bhar ke baatein karti thi… Jab tak me na aa jao nazare darwaje pe tikaye rakhti thi… Ganne ke juice ke glass...Kale khate ke sath… Chaat gali ke chakaar aur samose tikhi meethi chatni ke sath… Teri chatri..ladko ka sar…jo uathyi kisine mujh par nazar… Kitane suhane the woh din...teen nahi hum the musketeer Char… Dissections..Diagrams..chemical reactions Humari jindagi thi full of action… Professors...canteen..library and books… Har plan library me hota tha cook… Going to Fashion street..Was like a treat… Be it in winter or scorching heat… Be it junka bhakar kendra or cool Mac D… Bhook to bhagati thi sab ke sath me hi… Yaadein   hai ab bhi nayi…din ho gaye purane… Me hu yahi ...nahi gayi kahi door… Miss call mile to agarwal’s me sandwich order kar dena… Order taiyar hone tak pakka aa jaongi… Awaj to de...college gate pe milungi… Sang library jayenge..kitabo me chip kar pet bhar b

OMG!!! This is how I was victimized for a major part of my childhood. My sister did the exact same thing with me….but today when I look back I feel….I feel no different ….I still feel it was wicked of her  and I mean really wicked. I would be there on the road with a  bruised knee….dust all over me looking for someone to give me a hand, pick me up or at least be sad that I fell down …but all I could hear even before I could look up was her unstoppable laugh….and her drama that she was trying to stop laughing…but was unable…I would be so so angry on her but to no use she would still continue the same. But one thing that I don’t understand is….why me? Why did I fall all the time? A really difficult question and an answer  that sounds more like a cruel confession…Well I was always plump(PS: this continues till today) and I think its easier for a ball of wool to roll on a slope as compared to a bamboo stick.so I understand here, it was not only my sister but also god who had done inju