What I Wouldn't Do . .
What I wouldn't do
Just to hear you say
I love you
What I wouldn't do
Just to hear you say
I want to be with you
What I wouldn't do
Just to hear you say
No one else will ever do
What I wouldn't do
Just to hear you say
I can't live without you
What I wouldn't do
Just to hear you sayT
here's nothing you wouldn't do
What I wouldn't do
Just to hear you say
Just one of these, someday . . .
Monday, August 28, 2006
Think . . .
Think . . .
A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint.The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into a pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushedhis son to the hospital. Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery and saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, "Daddy, I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back..?" The father went home and committed suicide.
Think about the story the next time you see someone spilled milk at a dinner table or hear a baby cry. Think first before you lose your patienceand become angry with someone you love. Trucks can be repaired. Broken bones and hurt feelings often cannot. Too often we fail to recognizethe difference between the person and the performance. People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever. Pause and ponder. Think before you act. Be patient..
YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE ANGRY, BUT YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE CRUEL . . .
A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint.The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into a pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushedhis son to the hospital. Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery and saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, "Daddy, I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back..?" The father went home and committed suicide.
Think about the story the next time you see someone spilled milk at a dinner table or hear a baby cry. Think first before you lose your patienceand become angry with someone you love. Trucks can be repaired. Broken bones and hurt feelings often cannot. Too often we fail to recognizethe difference between the person and the performance. People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever. Pause and ponder. Think before you act. Be patient..
YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE ANGRY, BUT YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE CRUEL . . .
Sunday, April 09, 2006
The Prince . . .
The Prince . . .
Once upon a time there was a Prince who, through no fault of his own was cast under a spell by an evil witch. The curse was that the Prince could speak only one word each year. However, he could save up the words so that if he did not speak for a whole year, then the following year he was allowed to speak two words. (This was before the time of letter writing or sign language.)
One day he met a beautiful princess (ruby lips, golden hair, sapphire eyes,) and fell madly in love. With the greatest difficulty he decided to refrain from speaking for two whole years so that he could look at her and say "my darling". But at the end of the two years he wished to tell her that he loved her.
Because of this he waited three more years without speaking (bringing the total number of silent years to 5).But at the end of these five years he realized that he had to ask her to marry him. So he waited ANOTHER four years without speaking.
Finally as the ninth year of ! silence ended, his joy knew no bounds.Leading the lovely princess to the most secluded and romantic place in that beautiful royal garden the prince heaped a hundred red roses on her lap, knelt before her, and taking her hand in his, said huskily, "My darling,I love you! Will you marry me?" And the princess tucked a strand of golden hair behind a dainty ear, opened her sapphire eyes in wonder, and parting her ruby lips, said:
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......Well, guess what she said ..............
......come on, guess what could she have
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said..............
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"Pardon . . . ?
Once upon a time there was a Prince who, through no fault of his own was cast under a spell by an evil witch. The curse was that the Prince could speak only one word each year. However, he could save up the words so that if he did not speak for a whole year, then the following year he was allowed to speak two words. (This was before the time of letter writing or sign language.)
One day he met a beautiful princess (ruby lips, golden hair, sapphire eyes,) and fell madly in love. With the greatest difficulty he decided to refrain from speaking for two whole years so that he could look at her and say "my darling". But at the end of the two years he wished to tell her that he loved her.
Because of this he waited three more years without speaking (bringing the total number of silent years to 5).But at the end of these five years he realized that he had to ask her to marry him. So he waited ANOTHER four years without speaking.
Finally as the ninth year of ! silence ended, his joy knew no bounds.Leading the lovely princess to the most secluded and romantic place in that beautiful royal garden the prince heaped a hundred red roses on her lap, knelt before her, and taking her hand in his, said huskily, "My darling,I love you! Will you marry me?" And the princess tucked a strand of golden hair behind a dainty ear, opened her sapphire eyes in wonder, and parting her ruby lips, said:
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......Well, guess what she said ..............
......come on, guess what could she have
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said..............
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"Pardon . . . ?
The Beginning . . .
The Beginning . . .
My love for you will never diminish,
I'm with you from start to finish.
You have bettered my life in ways you can't imagine,
without you, I wouldn't have anything.
You make me laugh, you make me smile,
being with you is all that's worthwhile.
Life for me was so hard to bear,
not anymore because you'll always be there.
I hope you will love me always,
and not let it slip away in a matter of days.
I'm with you from start to finish.
You have bettered my life in ways you can't imagine,
without you, I wouldn't have anything.
You make me laugh, you make me smile,
being with you is all that's worthwhile.
Life for me was so hard to bear,
not anymore because you'll always be there.
I hope you will love me always,
and not let it slip away in a matter of days.
The beginning for me was the day I met you,
the start of life anew,
of having someone my whole life through.
Having someone to care,
at times when life is so hard to bear,
and having tales with whom to share.
Having someone to say "I LOVE YOU"
and mean it with all his heart,
that is what I have because I have you . . .
the start of life anew,
of having someone my whole life through.
Having someone to care,
at times when life is so hard to bear,
and having tales with whom to share.
Having someone to say "I LOVE YOU"
and mean it with all his heart,
that is what I have because I have you . . .
Why India is not a Super Power… & never will be......??
Lets find the answer for this question..."Why India is not a Super Power… & never will be......?? "
What you have to say about this?
What you have to say about this?
Lets have reservations in Bollywood ……
What do you think about this??
Lets have reservations in Bollywood ……
After all Congress believes that the best way of promoting social justice is to have reservations so why not have reservations in Bollywood….
If the nations armed forces can have reservations why not Bollywood…
Every one who buys 2 tickets to a Shahrukh/ Amir/ Salman starrer will have to buy a ticket to a Hrithik/Akhshay starrer .
Lets have reservations in Bollywood ……
After all Congress believes that the best way of promoting social justice is to have reservations so why not have reservations in Bollywood….
If the nations armed forces can have reservations why not Bollywood…
Every one who buys 2 tickets to a Shahrukh/ Amir/ Salman starrer will have to buy a ticket to a Hrithik/Akhshay starrer .
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Dearlife..
Dearlife..
Many years have passed since,
I started the journey with you,
but still could not get a clue,
where I was taken to.
I think of going beyond you,
but alas! It is never possible,
to be in these roads without you.
Sometimes you are so entertaining,
so joyful and enchanting.
But sometimes you are a boredom,
as if a ruthless, hopeless kingdom.
I know not anything about you,
but I am no one without you.
Dreams gave me the advice,
With you I should fantacize,
but realities had much to criticize.
Many years we have been together,
will I come to know
your next destination, ever?
Many years have passed since,
I started the journey with you,
but still could not get a clue,
where I was taken to.
I think of going beyond you,
but alas! It is never possible,
to be in these roads without you.
Sometimes you are so entertaining,
so joyful and enchanting.
But sometimes you are a boredom,
as if a ruthless, hopeless kingdom.
I know not anything about you,
but I am no one without you.
Dreams gave me the advice,
With you I should fantacize,
but realities had much to criticize.
Many years we have been together,
will I come to know
your next destination, ever?
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
"Speak to us of Friendship."
"Speak to us of Friendship."
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay."
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth:
and only the unprofitable is caught.And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay."
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth:
and only the unprofitable is caught.And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
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