'U" n "I" are Unique..... Always

The below post may not be related to me itself and can be associated with any normal individual.

In any kind or form of relationship the relative values shared between two living beings is always unique. A father shares a different kind of relationship with his daughter than with his Son. In the same way a mother shares a unique relationship with her son and daughter. A National geographic TV channel freak can also notice the same among animals.

But, why do one share unique kind of relationship value with everyone? May be this is the one form of differentiating the relationship that we share with lot of other people. As the word unique itself says with its first two letters "U" n "I" and both are unique.That is the reason when someone leave us behind and decides to move on themselves it hurts a lot. The depression mounts and we feel that is the end of our Life. Because we identified ourselves with that person is so unique that we cannot get related with other person in the similar way. As finger prints are used to decode one's identity,in the similar way the relationship is identified by its uniqueness.

Relationship is a finger print on the promicious note called life, where two living beings mark their prints through the secret relative values shared between them. Neither one can replicate the print on the same promicious paper nor it will be similar. To fork a new relationship a new note with a different mark is needed.
when we meet a person , and they win over our hearts we do distinctly associate with them. May be with their Smile,Lips,Face or Voice and we reap beautiful dreams of spending time or even life together and this relationship one cannot recreate with someone else.

Unique is the reason why someone finds difficult to choose a relationship. May be everyone should understand that we do share a unique type of relative values
and time decides how strong our Uniqueness is.........

Hope all youngsters of my age can Understand :D

आज ज़माने से हार चूका हूँ मैं,
जीसे करता हूँ प्यार ना पा सका हूँ मैं,
वोह हसीना पास ही थी मेरे,
पर उससे बहुत दूर जा चूका हूँ मैं!!
अब थो ये जीदगी उसके बीन गुज़रना पड़ेगा
अकेले ही मरना पड़ेगा !!

आपने पूछा हमसे की हमे कीस चीज़ से प्यार है ...
आप या जीदगी
हमने थो जीदगी कहकर आपको कोदीये.,,
मगर आपको क्या पता था की...
आप है मेरे जीदगी ...आप है मेरे भंदगी !!

No Strings Attached

There was a village of toy makers.Each family was unique by itself. There were those who made dolls, animal toys and stuffed toys. A small girl lived in a little cozy cottage in that village. She was a puppet maker and a master.

Every night all the toys come to life and all the villagers and toys had a great time playing,dancing and enjoying all sorts of things. That is why the dolls from that village was so special. But a day would come when all the toys were packed and sent to their new homes all over the world. But our little girl had a problem and she never wanted to let her puppets go: in fact she never took the strings off.

Everyone's life in the village is detached,they pour so much life into the dolls , they care and hold those toys to play and one fine day they just let them go, because the new toys are to be made. But the little girl in our story loved being attached to them and they brought love,comfort,joy,happiness to her solitary life. But the toys knew someday .. they have to leave their master and go far away and toys always used to ask their masters to detach the strings whenever the toys wished.

One night fire broke out in the village and all the dolls made by the little girl were burnt into ashes and in the course she burnt her hands and was not able to make dolls anymore. She felt so bad and felt it would have been better if she would have detached the strings and let them go.

This is what happens in real life. We attach ourselves to people and we refuse to detach the strings. But the destiny has a different answer. All the strings attached in life has to go. But when the strings detach without our notice it hurts a lot. Yes we think why it can't just be "Black" and "White" ? Why "Grey"(the color of the ash left after strings detached). Yes, i lost my favorite puppet the other day. Even i never wanted to detach the strings , but my puppet cut the strings and left me.

It is better to detach the strings when time comes , otherwise the inwards tears in the heart leaves a scar and unlike outward tears cannot be wiped out.

"It is the curse of the puppet master. Unlike other toy makers, we become attached to our creations the minute we attach those strings. We help, guide and care for them and so, it is difficult to detach the strings when they come daily in our dreams or in our daily life".... How true?

Relate the same with the your loved ones parents,friends, acquaintance etc.., and will feel How true??? isn't it??

References: Short Story in one of the Local Newspaper.

(Impressed by a small little story in the English tabloid and a blog searched in "Google Blog Search. Moreover one of my friend sharing his feelings when his sister left for USA after marriage)

"When I see you smile and know that it is not for me, that is when I will miss you the most."

----23 Years 140 days as of today.. where are You???

---New--Start---

I often feel to start new.. to mark a new beginning and to get a chance to smudge out my mistakes.. and to change the habit of failure into winning...



I know it doesn't need a special time to start all again...all i need is a "desire," deep enough to fill my heart...


I will live a little better.. will be little humble.. always be little forgiving.. will add little shine.. in the new journey...


I never give up in despair.. nor i will think i am through.. cos there is always a tomo to start anew...

One Special Sunday Morning........

How many of us actually believe in making a difference in the society we live in?? Eventfully i am not.. at least after this dreadful experience.

A bright Sunday morning as i walked out of the ATM a little girl with tears rolling all over her cute innocent face came to me asked for some money to pay for her school fees... Neither i go behind the truthfulness of the reason she gave nor i would like to mention my generosity that i showed towards a little kid.

What struck in my mind was... why some people are more richer??(materialistically, but not intellectually) and some are little lesser??(materialistically). why this difference is inherited in our lives? We always come across news screen flashing "Sensex reached all time high, Forex reserves touched the blue skies, the richest person on earth got even more richer". Are human beings are so in-human that they themselves differentiate from their own clan?? If our generation is said to be more intelligent .. then there is a lot of things that we should learn from other creatures.

As the ancient Indian saints say.. "The present is the gift of past deeds". If that is true, then i should start believing in philosophy considering the liFe i am having today and should be dare to face the next life cycle for the outcome of present deeds.....

P:A:I:N

"The pain of losing something .. sometimes it becomes so blinding...
u pretend as if nothing is wrong, but it tears you away... you try to
be normal but u don't behave normal... u broken into pieces... and u see
urself as a mess... a black and white sketch ... made of broken lines!!!!!"

This is the time when you sit back and start thinking about the time and life that passed by. Everything you have been hoping would not happen and that happened,and liFe starts screaming at you in your face the dark spots of your journey.

This is the time you get up,rub your shoulders and snub those allegations life has made at you across its face and start BLOGGING!!!! isn't it??

5 daYs to gO...

Biting cold, hands and fingers are shivering,. cool breeze was blowing through tiny holes of window panes, a warmth feeling from the shawl inspired him to play with words that day

Play with words as to make of your own,using those words wisely would not mean that throwing your world to reader but to pull them from their world to yours. The world taught us how to dream but this time it was quite sometime since He had written about anythin,no not written but experienced.

He would have loved to write like that.

He heard X'mass songs everywhere.. silver bells and golden stars signified him the dawn of new year,and He realized how fast a year runs through once life .With a sweet and silent music playing in his iPod , He went back 360 days behind to recollect each moment. He forgiven himself for the mistakes He had done, felt bad for those who got hurt by him, felt happy for those new people whom He met. He wiped his eyes for his heart-breaks, He asked himself what went wrong with old friends who didn't even turn up nowadays, remembered those who were/are with him always. A year went by in a short time, He decided forget the past keeping the memorable moments for the year to come. He reaped new hopes for new year, and started dreaming about his hopes for another set of 365 days. Hmmm not dreaming experiencing the life that is yet to come.

The daemon struck in the meantime, His phone started vibrating and then, He realised that, it was a just a dream, wiped his iPod as his tears splashed on it... So He forgot that evening, Cold clamped him to stick to his warm chair. and He finished writing this post, and it would feel pretentious for someone. But no one can understand the beauty of dreams to nothing but it is like reaching to the stars up there.

He logged off , only after realizing that his poor cell phone is still making noise. He smiled , picked it and said ... "HULLO!!!!!!!"



Inspired By: Happy New Year Wishes for the year 2008.

Never thought in wildest of dreams that i will be driving away home at 6:30 in the evening after a relentless day at office and being obsessed by the people around me.
Bangalore looked as beautiful as it could and i never experienced the chilly cold like yesterday. I was zooming on one of the longest flyover in B'lore at 50 KMPH on my bike with the breeze cooled by the winter as i could feel the air around my neck. My hands got freeze with no intentions of movement. There was a liitle dew falling all over to give me the company and then i reduced my speed to 20, just to enjoy the winter. Bike skid for 5 times before i reached home. May be it was showing its anger towards me for getting it out on a very cold day.

Felt like sipping a cup of coffee on the way, but with whom??? alone...!!!!! I smiled at myself and went home. Mom asked coffee????
Again i smiled.. atleast here i have the company and u need not pay for it too. It is a great thing to sip a coffee on a chilly cold day with your fingers locked around that steel cup, to feel the heat and making sound while sipping. has any1 tried it?? then i would suggest try once..!!
For every start there is an end, and yesterday also same thing for me. I ended my day with a different kind of experience for a change. By the way Change is always constant in liFe!!!!, and it had a happy ending. But still...

"पिक्टुरे अभी बाकि है मेरे दोस्त !!!!!!!"