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Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Just a reminder !
To all those who believe only black and white are most beautiful colors and spend most of their life dwelling in past.
Life's colorful.
Which can be felt,
If you're willing to feel.
Which can be seen,
Only if you wish to see.
Which can be lived,
Only if you attempt to live.
I would like to conclude this write-up by mentioning few lines borrowed from Mr. Robin Sharma’s book – “Sit down now and write out a list of all that you have in your life. Start first with your health or your family - the things we often take for granted. Put down the country we live in and the food we eat. Do not stop until you have written down fifty items. Once every few days, go through this list - you will be uplifted and recognize the richness of your existence.”
Keep smiling. :)
Monday, August 22, 2011
FML.
Today, my brother told the family that if you pull on the dog's back foot then she always obeys. I later found my mom tugging on the dog's foot whispering "jump off a cliff" repeatedly. FML
Today, the girl of my dreams that I've been dating for months called me. Apparently she's been having recurring nightmares of me cheating on her. She dumped me "just in case." FML
Today, I wanted to show my teenage daughter what we did when I was her age. We used to breakdance, so I stuck on a Grandmaster Flash track, and tried some old moves on the living room floor. I spun out of control, smacked my head into a wall and pulled a back muscle. FML
Today, to keep my phone safe while I went on some rides, I took it out of my pocket so I could put it in my bag. Just as I pulled it out, a woman ran into me, knocking my phone to the ground and breaking the screen. FML
Today, I went to register for college classes with my mom. Upon leaving, my mom confessed to me that she thinks I will get pregnant and drop out before my freshman year is over. FML
Today, I got woken up by a text from an unknown number at 3 am saying, "haha I found your number." I ignored it and tried to go back to sleep. After hours of trying to fall asleep, my drowsiness was disturbed by another text from the same person saying, "Sorry, wrong number." FML
Today, the ex I still have feelings for made a post on Facebook announcing her two month anniversary with her boyfriend. She broke up with me less than two weeks ago. FML
Today, I bought my cats two new litter boxes in hopes that they would use them. They still prefer to pee on the clothes in my closet. FML
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Thursday, August 4, 2011
Dedicated to my first love
He stands for all that’s good,
and for everything that’s right.
When life seems dark and dreary,
he stands as a beacon of light.
He’s respected by all who know him.
Loved by his family.
His honor is beyond question.
He’s a man of integrity.
He stands as a great example.
The best anyone ever had.
He stands tall, above them all.
There he stands…My Dad.
Father is always considered as first love of daughter,followed by her brother and husband.well,that's what i heard and even believe so.I don't know why am i writing this,may be because of constant remembrance.I love you papa, i know you would not be reading this and no man, can ever ever take your place in my life.I know sometimes have been worst because of the disappointments i gave you and the non-talking scenario and when everything seemed to get back on track..you had to leave us.I know its not your fault,you didn't wanted to leave us either.I miss you in every breathe i take because you and mom are reason of my existence,because you've been with me throughout everything and above all because you're my first love ever since i entered in this world..When i was a day old,your hands were the safest place to be there in for me and as i grew up i learnt trying to walk and your hands were there to catch me whenever i fell.I remember the evening scooter rides which i used to eagerly wait for everyday when you used to come back from office.From candies to toys,we three got everything we wanted.I'm proud to be a daughter of a person who didn't mourn on birth of three daughters.In fact everyone was amazed to see the grand celebrations on each ones birthday in n those times,when birth of baby girl in middle class family was not a matter of happiness.Daily morning,your scream used to wake us up to get ready for school and as you drove us to school,we never stepped back in stopping at confectionery for morning candies.Even after we grew up little and gained the senses,You were there whenever i fell sick.Running after me to take the tablets because you knew how much i hate them,i rather throw them in dustbin than gulping them down my throat.Whenever my grades were low,i used to walk to you first than showing them to mom.whenever my pocket ran out of money,you helped me without letting mom know and In exam days,you used to ask several times whether i kept pen,pencils and all those things which i will need during writing exam.From expensive school and trips to trendy clothes,you never said "no" for any of my demand.I know you're aware how much ashamed i were because i disappointed you by not fulfilling your expectations.I couldn't face you and which was further followed by anger and frustration.Then i cleared the very first step of CS,Even after i gave my exams in tough time.when mum went through major operation and it was you and di,who encouraged to appear for exam,when i was about to give up. I could hear voice choking with pride and happiness.very soon you agreed to send me out for studies when i insisted and in shaky voice you said "Be safe." There i were enjoying my life and out of nowhere i heard about your accident.Mom and didi hided,saying you're okay..Just some minor fractures and you'll be home in few days.I came to see you and seeing you on hospital bed shattered me.I was asked to go back and continue my studies..i still remember the last words on phone when you assured me you're alright and i said i'll be back on saturday...and the saturday came but i wasn't allowed to meet you..and the monday morning bought the disaster!
and for everything that’s right.
When life seems dark and dreary,
he stands as a beacon of light.
He’s respected by all who know him.
Loved by his family.
His honor is beyond question.
He’s a man of integrity.
He stands as a great example.
The best anyone ever had.
He stands tall, above them all.
There he stands…My Dad.
Father is always considered as first love of daughter,followed by her brother and husband.well,that's what i heard and even believe so.I don't know why am i writing this,may be because of constant remembrance.I love you papa, i know you would not be reading this and no man, can ever ever take your place in my life.I know sometimes have been worst because of the disappointments i gave you and the non-talking scenario and when everything seemed to get back on track..you had to leave us.I know its not your fault,you didn't wanted to leave us either.I miss you in every breathe i take because you and mom are reason of my existence,because you've been with me throughout everything and above all because you're my first love ever since i entered in this world..When i was a day old,your hands were the safest place to be there in for me and as i grew up i learnt trying to walk and your hands were there to catch me whenever i fell.I remember the evening scooter rides which i used to eagerly wait for everyday when you used to come back from office.From candies to toys,we three got everything we wanted.I'm proud to be a daughter of a person who didn't mourn on birth of three daughters.In fact everyone was amazed to see the grand celebrations on each ones birthday in n those times,when birth of baby girl in middle class family was not a matter of happiness.Daily morning,your scream used to wake us up to get ready for school and as you drove us to school,we never stepped back in stopping at confectionery for morning candies.Even after we grew up little and gained the senses,You were there whenever i fell sick.Running after me to take the tablets because you knew how much i hate them,i rather throw them in dustbin than gulping them down my throat.Whenever my grades were low,i used to walk to you first than showing them to mom.whenever my pocket ran out of money,you helped me without letting mom know and In exam days,you used to ask several times whether i kept pen,pencils and all those things which i will need during writing exam.From expensive school and trips to trendy clothes,you never said "no" for any of my demand.I know you're aware how much ashamed i were because i disappointed you by not fulfilling your expectations.I couldn't face you and which was further followed by anger and frustration.Then i cleared the very first step of CS,Even after i gave my exams in tough time.when mum went through major operation and it was you and di,who encouraged to appear for exam,when i was about to give up. I could hear voice choking with pride and happiness.very soon you agreed to send me out for studies when i insisted and in shaky voice you said "Be safe." There i were enjoying my life and out of nowhere i heard about your accident.Mom and didi hided,saying you're okay..Just some minor fractures and you'll be home in few days.I came to see you and seeing you on hospital bed shattered me.I was asked to go back and continue my studies..i still remember the last words on phone when you assured me you're alright and i said i'll be back on saturday...and the saturday came but i wasn't allowed to meet you..and the monday morning bought the disaster!
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