Happy New Year

Wishing you a very happy new Year.

Save the Earth!!!

What we do for our mother earth....We pollute at every possible moment....We kill innocent animals for five minute of joy...We wear fur for show off......Why.......

Love sucesses wealth what you want : nice story

A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat."
"Is the man of the house in home?", they asked.
"No", she replied. "He's out."

"Then we cannot come in", they replied.

In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened.

"Go tell them I am home and invite them in!"

The woman went out and invited the men in"

"We do not go into a House together," they replied.
"Why is that?" she asked.

One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home."

The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How nice!!", he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!"

His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?"

Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!"

"Let us heed our daughter-in-law's advice," said the husband to his wife.

"Go out and invite Love to be our guest."

The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, "Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest."


Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?"


The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!!!!!!"

Value people not things

A STORY TELLS THAT

Two friends were walking


through the desert. During some


point of the journey they had an argument, and


one friend slapped the other one in the face.


The one who got slapped was hurt,


but without saying anything, wrote in the sand:





TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.


They kept on walking until they found an oasis,


where they decided to take a bath. The one who


had been slapped got stuck in the mire and


started drowning, but the friend saved him.


After he recovered from the near


drowning, he wrote on a stone:


TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE.


The friend who had slapped and


saved his best friend asked him,


"After I hurt you, you wrote in the


sand and now, you write on a stone,


why?" The other friend replied "When someone


hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds


of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone


does something good for us, we must engrave


it in stone where no wind can ever erase it."


LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND


AND TO CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE.


Do not value the THINGS you have in your life..


But value WHO you have in your life!

फुर्सत के वो लम्हे

मेरा दिल तुझको चाहे
वो प्यार तुझसे माँगे
ओ प्रिया सामने तो आजा
बता दु तुजे मैं प्यार होता है क्या
वो तेरे लिए ही तड़पे
वो तुझको ही जानम चाहे
ओ प्रिया सामने तो आजा
बता दु तुजे मैं प्यार होता है क्या
सपनो की दुनिया से आयी हो तुम
न जाने क्यों मुझ पे छाई हो तुम
तुमको ही चाहा तुमको ही माना
तेरे लिए तो मैं हुआ दिवाना
ओ प्रिया सामने तो आजा
बता दु तुजे मैं प्यार होता है क्या

Global Incident Map!!!

This is interesting!

When you click on the website link below, a world map comes up showing what strange & dangerous things are happening right now in every country in the entire world & is updated every few minutes. You can move the map around,zero in on any one area & actually up-load the story of what is going on.

There is a lot happening in our world every minute. This "map" updates every 360 seconds...constantly 24/7.

http://www.globalincidentmap.com/home.php

Click on any icon on the map for text update information.

It's not just about Terrorism - it's about everything happening every minute some place in the world of terrorism threats, explosions,airline incidents, etc.

A letter from an unborn girl to her mother.....

Dear Mommy,

I am in Heaven now... I so wanted to be your little girl. I don't quite understand what has happened. I was so excited when I began realizing my existance. I was in a dark, yet comfortable place. I saw I had fingers and toes. I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surroundings. I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping. Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and me.

Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with you. Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry. I heard Daddy yelling back. I was sad, and hoped you would be better soon. I wondered why you cried so much. One day you cried almost all of the day. I hurt for you. I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy.

That same day, the most horrible thing happened. A very mean monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in. I was so scared, I began screaming, but you never once tried to help me. Maybe you never heard me. The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming, "Mommy, Mommy, help me please; Mommy, help me." Complete terror is all I felt. I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn't anymore. Then the monster started ripping my arms off. It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain. It didn't stop.

Oh, how I begged it to stop. I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off.

Though I was in such complete pain, I was dying. I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me. I wanted to make all your tears go away. I had so many plans to make you happy. Now I couldn't; all my dreams were shattered. Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all. I wanted more than anything to be your daughter. No use now, for I was dying a painful death. I could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to you. I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I didn't know the words you could understand.

And soon, I no longer had the breath to say them; I was dead. I felt myself rising. I was being carried by a huge angel into a big beautiful place. I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone. The angel took me away to a wonderful place... Then I was happy. I asked the angel what was the thing was that killed me. He answered, "Abortion". I am sorry, for I know how it feels." I don't know what abortion is; I guess that's the name of the monster. I'm writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much I wanted to be your little girl. I tried very hard to live. I wanted to live. I had the will, but I couldn't; the monster was too powerful. It sucked my arms and legs off and finally got all of me. It was impossible to live. I just wanted you to know I tried to stay with you. I didn't want to die. Also, Mommy, please watch out for that abortion monster. Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did. Please be careful.

Love,
Your Baby Girl

What Love is?( From a child's eyes)

I found another good story.........

The story begins like this...

'How long will you be poring over that newspaper? Will you come here right away and make your darling daughter eat her food?'

I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter Sindu looked frightened. Tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with Curd Rice.

Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age. She has just turned eight. She particularly detested Curd Rice. My mother and my wife are orthodox, and believe firmly in the 'cooling effects' of Curd Rice!

I cleared my throat, and picked up the bowl. "Sindu, darling, why don't you take a few mouthful of this Curd Rice? Just for Dad's sake, dear. And, if you don't, your Mom will shout at me.'

I could sense my wife's scowl behind my back. Sindu softened a bit, and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. 'OK, Dad. I will eat - not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you should...' Sindu hesitated. 'Dad, if I eat this entire Curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?'

'Oh sure, darling'.

'Promise?'

'Promise'. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and clinched the deal.

'Ask Mom also to give a similar promise', my daughter insisted. My wife slapped her hand on sindu's, muttering 'Promise', without any emotion.

Now I became a bit anxious. 'Sindumma, you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have that kind of money right now. OK?'

'No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive'. Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity. I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child eat something that she detested.

After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation. All our attention was on her. 'Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!' was her demand!

'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'a girl child having her head shaved off? Impossible!'.

'Never in our family!' my mother rasped. 'She has been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!'

'Sindumma, why don't you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.'

'No, Dad. I do not want anything else', Sindu said with finality.

'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand our feelings?' I tried to plead with her.

'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice'. Sindu was in tears. 'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honour our promises no matter what?'

It was time for me to call the shots. 'Our promise must be kept.'

'Are you out your mind?' chorused my mother and wife.

'No. If we go back on our promises, she will never learn to honour her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.'

With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big & beautiful.

On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, 'Sinduja, please wait for me!'

What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. 'May be, that is the in-stuff', I thought.

'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!' Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued, 'That boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from ... leukaemia.'

She paused to muffle her sobs. 'Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue. But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son! Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.'

I stood transfixed. And then, I wept. 'My little Angel, will you grant me a boon? Should there be another birth for me, will you be my mother, and teach me what Love is?'

This is love and what we elders do fight for pitty issues........

The obstacle in Our Path -

Another GEM

In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.

Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse
contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand.

Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.

Always remember those who serve -

This story came to me in an E-Mail.

It touched my heart....How many time we remember those who serve us...we always forget people...we become selfish...anyways Enjoy the story.

In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.

"How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked. "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled is hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.

"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.

By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.

"Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied
The little boy again counted his coins.
"I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.

The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies.

You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.

Tour to Tirupati

GOVINDA GO..........VINDA!!!

This is my travelogue for Tirupati Balaji. Everybody knows but still wants to reiterate the fact that the hardest part of Tirupati Balaji tour is ”Darshan”. I wanted to make life simpler for my beautiful(i need to tell her this word 10 times aday) wife and wonderful (100% mischievous) kid. So I opted for APTDC tour and the story begins:

We were told to report at 7:45 P.M. for a bus of 8 P.M. As always thanks to my hubby, we were right on time. Bus didn’t appear till 9 P.m. we were told all types of stories of bus malfunctioning, new bus coming and all that kind of crap. We got the bus at 9.15….whoops it was a non ac normal bus. I checked my ticket again I booked for Volvo AC...Something was very wrong.

We became witness of fighting in all possible languages Telugu, Hindi, English, Tamil etc….We were told that we have to travel in this bus only and while returning we will be provided a Volvo. I was thinking of cancellation of tour as our seats were 35-36 and it would be very difficult to travel in the bus provided. We saw some people canceling the tickets…They were right in their sense…we were not told earlier about the bus, bus was already late by 2 hours and Tirupati Darshan is not a joke it take good blend of patience , mental and physical strength.There some flow of sentiments …why to cancel a tour which started with name of Lord. I had no answer for wife's argument and we eventually agreed to travel. I played a smart game and got our seat numbers reshuffled for front seats. At last we departed for Tirupati chanting Govinda………… Go vinda with 21 seats in a bus of 36 seat capacity.

I got a spare seat and tried to sleep there and I slept with my kid. You must be thinking ok all miseries over and tour will reach Tirupati….wait there is a surprise packet. In broad daylight our bus driver forgot the route thrice can you believe this they sent a driver on tour that has never been to Tirupati before…... Great… keep it up APTDC.

We stopped at a normal bus depot with no good basic amenities. Bus driver told us there is no good restaurant nearby and voila…..after 10 minutes when we left that bus stand we got a good looking APTDC restaurant .We can’t blame the poor bus driver who was driving first time to Tirupati but certainly we can blame APTDC who didn’t train their drivers.

And then we reched to Tirupati and then no error , good food and good darshan…..really Govinda is govinda……..

Google does a nice job

Google did it again and it is quite clear that they are very serious about it.

They have started tranliteration and that in Hindi.

Just see this image and you can understand it is working great

First movie with movie maker

This is my first attempt with Windows Movie Maker

Abhijeet Sawant is Back with a bang

Abhijeet Sawant is Back.... He is the First Indian Idol....The guy looked very promising and was going great but couldn't achieve much surceases but he is back with a bang with a his new album "Junoon".

its a nice song.......very soothing to ears...

And a very nice video attached.....reminds me strings from Pakistan


check this out

Author Sidney Sheldon

Sidney is my favourite writer. He created magic all the times.

Famous Quote:

"I like to write about women who are talented and capable, but who retain their femininity"

A great writer who wrote the books which make you think about success and stories behind that.

today i was looking at the net to find out when i am getting other good book from him and i found out he died on 30 Jan. how ignorant of me.......

Link: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/6315875.stm

Flowers

I found this thing on Labnol.blogspot.com one of my fav.

http://www.flowersforhope.com/

This one is good and also raised a question in my mind.

How much of our friends and colleague we are thinking when they are sick...we go and meet them and then forget them.....we are loosing our sensibility....

Movie or Novel !!!

Everybody must have thought once about this topic. What was good the novel or the movie based on the novel....

I have a definite view on this...it is basically person's' own choice what medium excites him. I like novel better then movie. You have liberty to develop the character in the novel and it is very tough in time bound mode of movie. You can draw any type of plot in the novel, can talk about things in great detail which is really tough in movie. At the same time movie can show how beautiful person can be, how much show up you can do....

But can you beat anything like dream..person will read,think and then dream all at same time in the novel and that what counts....

I was thinking all this while reading "Disclosure " from Michael Crichton. http://www.michaelcrichton.net/

Golden period

Golden period is the period when you doing courtship or you got engaged and marriage is still away. This period is great as it gives you plenty of time to understand the other person as well as great time to exchange Gifts and cards....



I am sharing some of beautiful hand made cards from my wife......at that time my fiancé :)