You came to me
As in life came to me...
For the first time I saw her
I wanna dedicate this song to her
I don have words to explain her
But lets start with an HI of her....
Everytime she said an HI
I got drowned in her beautiful eyes....
She looks like an ANGEL
No matter from whatever angle....
When I listen to the sound of her bangles
I can't listen anything single.....
The way in which she dresses
She just took smile outta my face...
I can't explain you the feeling
When we went on an outing
I tried so hard staring
Moved my eyes like anything....
Me & my guitar are working together
And from now onwards we only gonna sing for her...
She took all the space in my dreams forever
That's how I ain't gonna miss her forever....
Somebody please explain her
How much do I love her.....
She came to me
As in life came to me....
GENEROSITY
Mahatma Gandhi went from city to city, village to village collecting funds for the Charkha Sangh. During one of his tours he addressed a meeting in Orissa. After his speech a poor old woman got up. She was bent with age, her hair was grey and her clothes were in tatters. The volunteers tried to stop her, but she fought her way to the place where Gandhiji was sitting. "I must see him," she insisted and going up to Gandhiji touched his feet. Then from the folds of her sari she brought out a copper coin and placed it at his feet. Gandhiji picked up the copper coin and put it away carefully. The Charkha Sangh funds were under the charge of Jamnalal Bajaj. He asked Gandhiji for the coin but Gandhiji refused. "I keep cheques worth thousands of rupees for the Charkha Sangh," Jamnalal Bajaj said laughingly "yet you won't trust me with a copper coin." "This copper coin is worth much more than those thousands," Gandhiji said. "If a man has several lakhs and he gives away a thousand or two, it doesn't mean much. But this coin was perhaps all that the poor woman possessed. She gave me all she had. That was very generous of her. What a great sacrifice she made. That is why I value this copper coin more than a crore of rupees."
A GOOD JOB
The time was 9.15 am. I was watching TV looking for something interesting after having the breakfast. Sushil and Nivesh were playing table-tennis in the gym room next to the TV room. Suddenly i heard the flapping sound of the wings coming from the window of the tv room, i ran to see what was actually going on there and then i saw a pigeon hanging in the strings of a kite trying desperately to get free himself.
Only few weeks back we had celebrated the festival of "Uttarayan". Uttrayan is a festival of Kites and the celebrations are kick-started in the early hours of January 14th, and extended to the next day, which is celebrated as Vasi Uttarayan (Vasi literally meaning Stale). The flying of kites continues into the post-dinner evening as lanterns are hung on the thread of big kites and flown. The night-sky comes alive with glamour and splendour as these tukkals gently sway with the breeze. Those were our kite strings in which now the pigeon was hanging and fighting for his life. I called Sushil and Nivesh to help me get the pigeon out of there. I brought some chairs from tv room to stand upon so that i can reach the pigeon and Sushil ran to his room to bring a knife and a clothe to cut the string. We had a plan and we had finally saved the pigeon. The pigeon was suffering from some minor cuts on his wing made by the string so we did some first-aid and kept the pigeon in the towel for some time so that he can get some rest to make his way home.
Meanwhile we were discussing about naming the pigeon and i came up with a name "Masakali". It was the name of a pigeon in a movie called "Delhi 6" and everyone agreed with me so now we were calling our pigeon Masakali. I told Sushil to bring a camera so that we can take some pictures of Masakali since he was not going to stay with us for too long.It has been two hours now since we had rescued Masakali and he was looking good afterall so we decided its time to let him go home. I lifted him from the towel, we took some pictures with him and then finally i threw him in the air and he flew like a rocket straight towards his destination. We were amazed to see that and happy too and then we congratulated each other and said "Good Job".
Only few weeks back we had celebrated the festival of "Uttarayan". Uttrayan is a festival of Kites and the celebrations are kick-started in the early hours of January 14th, and extended to the next day, which is celebrated as Vasi Uttarayan (Vasi literally meaning Stale). The flying of kites continues into the post-dinner evening as lanterns are hung on the thread of big kites and flown. The night-sky comes alive with glamour and splendour as these tukkals gently sway with the breeze. Those were our kite strings in which now the pigeon was hanging and fighting for his life. I called Sushil and Nivesh to help me get the pigeon out of there. I brought some chairs from tv room to stand upon so that i can reach the pigeon and Sushil ran to his room to bring a knife and a clothe to cut the string. We had a plan and we had finally saved the pigeon. The pigeon was suffering from some minor cuts on his wing made by the string so we did some first-aid and kept the pigeon in the towel for some time so that he can get some rest to make his way home.
Meanwhile we were discussing about naming the pigeon and i came up with a name "Masakali". It was the name of a pigeon in a movie called "Delhi 6" and everyone agreed with me so now we were calling our pigeon Masakali. I told Sushil to bring a camera so that we can take some pictures of Masakali since he was not going to stay with us for too long.It has been two hours now since we had rescued Masakali and he was looking good afterall so we decided its time to let him go home. I lifted him from the towel, we took some pictures with him and then finally i threw him in the air and he flew like a rocket straight towards his destination. We were amazed to see that and happy too and then we congratulated each other and said "Good Job".
Small Story BIG Thought !!!
One fine day, a bus driver went to the bus garage, started his bus, and drove off along the route. No problems for the first few stops - a few people got on, a few got off, and things went generally well.
At the next stop, however, a big hulk of a guy got on. Six feet eight,built like a wrestler, arms hanging down to the ground. He glared at the driver and said, “Big John doesn't pay!" and sat down at the back.
Did I mention that the driver was five feet three, thin, and basically meek? Well, he was. Naturally, he didn't argue with Big John, but he wasn't happy about it. The next day the same thing happened - Big John got on again, made a show of refusing to pay, and sat down. And the next day, and the next.
This grated on the bus driver, who started losing sleep over the way Big John was taking advantage of him. Finally he could stand it no longer. He signed up for body building courses, karate, judo, and all that good stuff.
By the end of the summer, he had become quite strong; what's more, he felt really good about himself. So on the next Monday, when Big John once again got on the bus and said, " Big John doesn't pay!"
The driver stood up, glared back at the passenger, and screamed, “And why not?"
With a surprised look on his face, Big John replied, " Big John has a bus pass."
Moral : "Be sure there is a problem in the first place before working hard to solve one."
At the next stop, however, a big hulk of a guy got on. Six feet eight,built like a wrestler, arms hanging down to the ground. He glared at the driver and said, “Big John doesn't pay!" and sat down at the back.
Did I mention that the driver was five feet three, thin, and basically meek? Well, he was. Naturally, he didn't argue with Big John, but he wasn't happy about it. The next day the same thing happened - Big John got on again, made a show of refusing to pay, and sat down. And the next day, and the next.
This grated on the bus driver, who started losing sleep over the way Big John was taking advantage of him. Finally he could stand it no longer. He signed up for body building courses, karate, judo, and all that good stuff.
By the end of the summer, he had become quite strong; what's more, he felt really good about himself. So on the next Monday, when Big John once again got on the bus and said, " Big John doesn't pay!"
The driver stood up, glared back at the passenger, and screamed, “And why not?"
With a surprised look on his face, Big John replied, " Big John has a bus pass."
Moral : "Be sure there is a problem in the first place before working hard to solve one."
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