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Every Day is A New Day

New day.. New office location.. New Seat.. So many new things happened to me before this new year comes. Newness always brings enthusiasm and excitement. Hope this New Year also comes with hand full of surprises as Every Day is a New Day indeed..!!!

12 Most Famous Love Stories of All Time

When: 31 BC Where: Rome and Egypt What’s So Special about Their Love: These two had a love so strong, war was waged against them to break them up. When Mark Antony left his wife, Octavia, for the mesmerizing Cleopatra, Octavia’s brother Octavian brought the army of Rome to destroy them. These two lovers were so entranced with each other that they committed suicide rather than be apart- the ultimate Romeo and Juliet true love story.

Mahatma`s Teachings

I like both the movies MunnaBhai MBBS and Lage Raho MunnaBhai. I dont know about the Gandhi`s political decisions but I believe in his teachings to the nation.

Universal Truth about Boys............lolz!!

Now i truly admit, Google is very very very smart......

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Tuesday, January 17, 2012

2012 Sampurn Raashifal In Hindi




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рдЗрд╕ рд╕ाрд▓ рдЖрдкрдХा рд╡िрд╡ाрд╣ рдпोрдЧ рдмрди рд░рд╣ा рд╣ै рдордЧрд░ рдЬ़्рдпाрджा рдЦुрд╢ рд╣ोрдиे рдХी рдЬ़рд░ूрд░рдд рдирд╣ीं рд╣ै рдХ्рдпोंрдХि рдЖрдк рдкрд╣рд▓े рд╕े рд╢ाрджीрд╢ुрджा рд╣ैं। рдЧрдгेрд╢ा рдХрд╣рддे рд╣ैं рдХि рдЗрд╕ рдЖрдлрдд рдХे рд▓िрдП рдЖрдк рдЦुрдж рдЬ़िрдо्рдоेрджाрд░ рд╣ैं। рдЯाрдЗрдордкाрд╕ рдХрд░рдиे рдХे рдЪрдХ्рдХрд░ рдоें рдСрдлिрд╕ рдоें рдЬिрд╕ рд▓рдб़рдХी рд╕े рдЖрдкрдиे рдл्рд▓рд░्рдЯ рдХрд░рдиा рд╢ुрд░ू рдХिрдпा рдеाрдЙрд╕े рд▓ेрдХрд░ рдЖрдк рдЕрдм рд╕ीрд░िрдпрд╕ рд╣ोрдиे рд▓рдЧे рд╣ैं। рдЖрдкрдХे рдк्рдпाрд░ рдоें рд╡ो рд▓рдб़рдХी рднी рдЗрддрдиा рдЖрдЧे рдЬा рдЪुрдХी рд╣ै рдХि рдЖрдкрдХा рддрд▓ाрдХ рддрдХ рдХрд░рд╡ा рд╕рдХрддी рд╣ै рд╡ैрд╕े рднी рд╡ो рдШрд░ рдЙрдЬाрдб़рдиे рдХे рдоिрд╢рди рдкрд░ рдиिрдХрд▓ी рд╣ै।
рдЬрдм-рдЬрдм рдЖрдк рдСрдлिрд╕ рдоें рд╣ोрддे рд╣ैं рддो рдмीрд╡ी рдХो рдзोрдЦा рджेрдиे рдХे рд▓िрдП рдорди рдоें рдЧिрд▓्рдЯ рд╣ोрддा рд╣ै рдордЧрд░ рдШрд░ рдкрд╣ुंрдЪрддे рд╣ी рдмीрд╡ी рдХी рдХрд░्рдХрд╢ рдЖрд╡ाрдЬ़ рд╕ुрдирдЖрдк рд╕ोрдЪрддे рд╣ैं рдХि рдпे рдпрд╣ी рдбिрдЬ़рд░्рд╡ рдХрд░рддी рд╣ै।
рдмाрд╡рдЬूрдж рдЗрд╕рдХे рдЧрдгेрд╢ा рд╕рд▓ाрд╣ рджेंрдЧे рдХि рдЗрди рдЪрдХ्рдХрд░ों рдоें рдордд рдкрдб़िрдП। рдпे рдЙрдо्рд░ рдЖрдкрдХी рд╕ैрдЯिंрдЧ рдХрд░рдиे рдХी рдирд╣ींрдХрди्рдпाрджाрди рдХрд░рдиे рдХी рд╣ै। рдЬ़рд░ा рдирдЬ़рд░ рдЙрдаाрдХрд░ рджेрдЦिрдПрдЖрдкрдХी рдмेрдЯी рдЬрд╡ाрди рд╣ो рдЧрдИ рд╣ै।
рд╕рд▓ाрд╣-рдкांрдЪ рд╢рдиिрд╡ाрд░ рдЫрд╣ рдХौрдУं рдХो рд╢рд╣рдж рдЪрдЯाрдЗрдПрдЗрд╕рд╕े рдЖрдкрдХी рдмीрд╡ी рдХी рдХрд░्рдХрд╢рддा рдЪрд▓ी рдЬाрдПрдЧी।
рд▓ाрд▓ рд░ंрдЧ рдХी рдЧिрд▓рд╣рд░ी рдХो рдмूंрджी рдХा рд░ाрдпрддा рдЦिрд▓ाрдПं
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31 рджिрд╕рдо्рдмрд░ рдХी рд╢ाрдо рдкрддрд▓े рд╣ोрдиे рдХा рдЬो resolution рдЖрдкрдиे рд▓िрдпा рдеाрд╡ो рджो рдЬрдирд╡рд░ी рдХी рд╕ुрдмрд╣ рдЖрд▓ू рдХे рдкрд░ांрдаे рдЦाрдиे рдХे рд╕ाрде рдЯूрдЯ рдЬाрдПрдЧा। рддीрди рдЬрдирд╡рд░ी рдХी рд╢ाрдо рджोрд╕्рдд рдХे рд╕ाрде рдЯрд╣рд▓рддे рд╣ुрдП рдЖрдк рдЙрд╕рдХे рдХрд╣рдиे рдкрд░ рдоोрдоो рдЦा рд▓ेंрдЧे। рдкрд╣рд▓ा рдоोрдоो рдоुंрд╣ рдоे рд▓ेрддे рд╣ी рдкрддрд▓े рд╣ोрдиे рдХा рдЖрдкрдХा resolution рдЖрдкрдХो рдзिрдХ्рдХाрд░ेрдЧा рдордЧрд░ рдЙрд╕े рдЗрдЧ्рдиोрд░ рдХрд░ рдЖрдк рдПрдХ рдФрд░ рдк्рд▓ेрдЯ рдХा рдСрд░्рдбрд░ рджेंрдЧे। рджрд╕ рдЬрдирд╡рд░ी рдХी рд╢ाрдо рдмीрд╡ी рдЖрдкрдХो рдмрддाрдПрдЧी рдХि рд░рдиिंрдЧ рдХे рд▓िрдП рдЖрдкрдиे рдЬो рдирдпा рдЯ्рд░ैрдХ рд╕ूрдЯ рдЦрд░ीрджा рдеाрдмिрдиा рдПрдХ рдмाрд░ рднी рдкрд╣рдиे рдЙрд╕े рдЪूрд╣ा рдХाрдЯ рдЧрдпा рд╣ै।
рдмीрд╡ी рдкрд░ рд▓ाрдкрд░рд╡ाрд╣ी рдХा рдЗрд▓्рдЬ़ाрдо рд▓рдЧाрддे рд╣ुрдП рдЖрдк рдЙрд╕рд╕े рдЭрдЧрдб़ा рдХрд░ेंрдЧेрдЬिрд╕ рдкрд░ рдмीрд╡ी рдХे рд╣ाрдеों рдЖрдкрдХी рдЙрди рд╕्рдкोрд░्рдЯ्рд╕ рд╢ूрдЬ़ рд╕े рдкिрдЯाрдИ рд╣ो рдЬाрдПрдЧी рдЬिрди्рд╣ें рдЖрдкрдиे рдЯ्рд░ेрдХ рд╕ूрдЯ рдХे рд╕ाрде рдЦрд░ीрджा рдеा।
рд╕рд▓ाрд╣-рдХिрд╕ी рдЧрд░ीрдм рдЖрджрдоी рдХो рд░ा рд╡рди рдФрд░ рд░ाрдордЧोрдкाрд▓ рд╡рд░्рдоा рдХी рдЖрдЧ рдХी рдбीрд╡ीрдбी рднेंрдЯ рдХрд░ेंрдЙрд╕े рджेрдЦрдиे рдХे рдмाрдж рд╡ो рдЖрдкрдХो рдЗрддрдиी рдмрдж्рджुрдЖрдПँ рджेрдЧा рдХि рдЖрдк рдЦुрдж-рдм-рдЦुрдж рдкрддрд▓े рд╣ो рдЬाрдПँрдЧे।
рдоिрдеुрди
рдмाрдХी рд╕ाрд▓ों рдХी рддрд░рд╣ рдЗрд╕ рд╕ाрд▓ рднी рдЖрдк рдХुрдЫ рдЦ़ाрд╕ рдирд╣ीं рдЙрдЦाрдб़ рдкाрдПंрдЧे। рдСрдлिрд╕ рдоें рдЖрдкрдХो рдмॉрд╕ рд╕े рдбांрдЯ рдЦाрдиी рдкрдб़ेрдЧी рдФрд░ рдШрд░ рдкрд░ рдмीрд╡ी рд╕े। рди рддो рд░िрд╢्рддेрджाрд░ рдЖрдкрдХो рднाрд╡ рджेंрдЧे рдФрд░ рди рд╣ी рдоांрдЧрдиे рдкрд░ рдмрдЪ्рдЪे рдкाрдиी рдХा рдЧिрд▓ाрд╕। рдЬूрди рдЖрддे-рдЖрддे рдЖрдкрдХा рдкाрд▓рддू рдХुрдд्рддा рднी рдЖрдкрдХो рджेрдЦрдХрд░ рдкूंрдЫ рд╣िрд▓ाрдиा рдмंрдж рдХрд░ рджेрдЧा। рдЗрд╕ рд╕рдмрд╕े рддंрдЧ рдЖрдХрд░ рдЖрдк рдЖрдд्рдорд╣рдд्рдпा рдХрд░рдиा рдЪाрд╣ेंрдЧे рдФрд░ рдЬाрди рджेрдиे рдХे рд▓िрдП рдПрдХ рджिрди рдЯीрд╡ी рдкрд░ рдоौрд╕рдо’ рдХी рдбीрд╡ीрдбी рд▓рдЧाрдПंрдЧे। рдордЧрд░ рдк्рд░िंрдЯ рдЦ़рд░ाрдм рд╣ोрдиे рдХे рдХाрд░рдг рд╡ो рдЪрд▓ рдирд╣ीं рдкाрдПрдЧी। рдЧुрд╕्рд╕े рдоें рдЖрдк рдЕрдкрдиे рд╣ाрде рдХी рдмрдиी рдЪाрдп рдкिрдПंрдЧे рдордЧрд░ рдЙрд╕рд╕े рднी рдЖрдк рдорд░ेंрдЧे рдирд╣ीं рдмрд╕ рдоुंрд╣ рд╕े рдЭाрдЧ рдиिрдХрд▓рдиे рдХे рдмाрдж рдмेрд╣ोрд╢ рд╣ोंрдЧे।
рд╕рд▓ाрд╣-рд╕ाрдд рдоंрдЧрд▓рд╡ाрд░ рдХिрд╕ी рд▓ाрд▓ рдЧिрд▓рд╣рд░ी рдХो рдмूंрджी рд╡ाрд▓ा рд░ाрдпрддा рдЦिрд▓ाрдПंрд▓ाрдн рдоिрд▓ेрдЧा।
 рдХрд░्рдХ
рдкिрдЫрд▓े рд╕ाрд▓ рдХी рддрд░рд╣ рдпे рд╕ाрд▓ рднी рдЖрдк рдлेрд╕рдмुрдХ рдкрд░ рдмैрда рдХрд░ рдмрд░्рдмाрдж рдХрд░ рджेंрдЧे। рджूрд╕рд░ों рдХी рд╡ॉрд▓ рд╕े рдЕрдЪ्рдЫे-рдЕрдЪ्рдЫे рд╕्рдЯेрдЯрд╕ рдЪोрд░ी рдХрд░рдиेрдЙрди рд╕्рдЯेрдЯрд╕ рдкрд░ рдЖрдиे рд╡ाрд▓े рд▓ाрдЗрдХ рдХा рдШंрдЯों рдЗंрддрдЬ़ाрд░ рдХрд░рдиेрд╣рд░ рдлोрдЯो рдоें рджोрд╕्рддों рдХो рдЯैрдЧ рдХрд░рдиेрд╕्рдХूрд▓ рдоें рд╕ाрде рдкрдв़ी рд▓рдб़рдХिрдпों рдХे рдк्рд░ोрдлाрдЗрд▓ рдвूंрдврдиे рдФрд░ рдПрдХ्рд╕ेрдк्рдЯ рди рдХिрдП рдЬाрдиे рдХी рдЙрдо्рдоीрдж рдХे рдмाрд╡рдЬूрдж рдЙрди्рд╣ें рдл्рд░ेंрдб рд░िрдХ्рд╡ेрд╕्рдЯ рднेрдЬрдиे рдоें рдЖрдк рдЕрдкрдиी рдЬ़िंрджрдЧी рдХा рдПрдХ рдФрд░ рд╕ाрд▓ рддрдмाрд╣ рдХрд░ рджेंрдЧे।
рдлेрд╕рдмुрдХ рдкрд░ рдмैрдаे рд░рд╣рдиे рдХे рдЪрдХ्рдХрд░ рдоें рдЖрдк рдкूрд░ी рд╕рд░्рджी рдмिрдиा рдирд╣ाрдП рдЧुрдЬ़ाрд░ рджेंрдЧे। рдЗрд╕ी рдЪрдХ्рдХрд░ рдоें рдоां-рдмाрдк рд╕े рдЧाрд▓िрдпां рдЦाрдПंрдЧे рдордЧрд░ рдЖрдк рдЗрддрдиे рдвीрда рд╣ो рдЪुрдХे рд╣ैं рдХि рдЗрди рдЧाрд▓िрдпों рдХा рдЖрдк рдкрд░ рдХोрдИ рдлрд░्рдХ рдирд╣ीं рдкрдб़ेрдЧा। рд╕ाрд░ी рдЧाрд▓िрдпां рдПрдХ рдХाрди рд╕े рд╣ोрддे рд╣ुрдП рдмिрдиा рджिрдоाрдЧ рдоें рдШुрд╕े рджूрд╕рд░े рдХाрди рд╕े рдЪुрдкрдЪाрдк рдиिрдХрд▓ рдЬाрдПंрдЧी।
рд╕рд▓ाрд╣-рдЖрдк рдЬैрд╕े рдвीрда рдЖрджрдоी рдХो рд╕рд▓ाрд╣ рджेрдиे рдХा рдХोрдИ рдлाрдпрджा рдирд╣ीं рд╣ै।
рд╕िंрд╣
рдиौрдХрд░ीрдкेрд╢ा рд▓ोрдЧों рдХे рд▓िрдП рдпे рд╕ाрд▓ рдХाрдлी рдлрд▓рджाрдпрдХ рд░рд╣ेрдЧा। рд╕рд░рдХाрд░ी рдиौрдХрд░ी рдоें рд╣ैं рддो рджो рдирдо्рдмрд░ рдХा рдкैрд╕ा рдмрдиाрдиे рдХा рдЕрдЪ्рдЫा рдоौрдХा рдоिрд▓ेрдЧा। рдк्рд░ाрдЗрд╡ेрдЯ рдоें рд╣ैं рддो рдмॉрд╕ рдХी рд▓рдЧाрддाрд░ рдЪрдордЪाрдЧिрд░ी рдХрд░рдиे рдХे рдЪрд▓рддे рдЖрдкрдХी рднाрд░ी рддрд░рдХ्рдХी рд╣ोрдЧी। рдЖрдкрдХी рд╕ैрд▓рд░ी рдмाрдХी рд▓ोрдЧों рд╕े рдЬ़्рдпाрджा рдмрдв़ाрдИ рдЬाрдПрдЧी। рдЖрдкрдХो рдРрд╕े рдХाрдо рдоें рд▓рдЧाрдпा рдЬाрдПрдЧा рдЬिрд╕рдХे рд▓िрдП рди्рдпूрдирддрдо рдмुрдж्рдзि рдХी рдЖрд╡рд╢्рдпрдХрддा рд╣ोрдЧी। рдЖрдкрдХा рдХाрдо рдмाрдХी рд▓ोрдЧों рдХी рдмॉрд╕ рд╕े рдЪुрдЧрд▓ी рдХрд░рдиा рд╣ै рдФрд░ рд╡ो рдЖрдк рдкूрд░ी рдИрдоाрдирджाрд░ी рд╕े рдХрд░рддे рд░рд╣ें।
рдЧрдгेрд╢ा рд╕рд▓ाрд╣ рджेрддे рд╣ैं рдХि рдЬूрди рдХे рдмाрдж рдЖрдк рдеोрдб़ा рд╕рддрд░्рдХ рд╣ो рдЬाрдПं рдХ्рдпोंрдХि рдЗрд╕ рджौрд░ाрди рдмॉрд╕ рдХा рдПрдХ рдФрд░ рд╕िрдлाрд░िрд╢ी рдЯрдЯ्рдЯू рдСрдлिрд╕ рдоें рдЬ्рд╡ॉрдЗрди рдХрд░ेрдЧा। рддрдм рдЖрдкрдХो рдирдП рд╕िрд░े рд╕े рдЦुрдж рдХो рдк्рд░ूрд╡ рдХрд░рдиा рд╣ोрдЧा। рдордЧрд░ рдШрдмрд░ाрдПं рдирд╣ींрдЦुрдж рдкрд░ рд╡िрд╢्рд╡ाрд╕ рд░рдЦें। рд╣рд░ рдЖрджрдоी рдХे рдкाрд╕ рдЧिрдл्рдЯिрдб рдЯेрд▓ेंрдЯ рд╣ोрддा рд╣ै। рдмॉрд╕ рдХे рд╕ाрдордиे рджूрд╕рд░ों рдХी рдЪुрдЧрд▓ी рдХрд░рдиे рдХे рд▓िрдП рдирдП рдЖрджрдоी рдХो рдПрдлрд░्рдЯ рдХрд░рдиा рд╣ोрдЧा рдЬрдмрдХि рдРрд╕ा рдХрд░рдиे рдХा рдЖрдкрдоें рдкैрджाрдЗрд╢ी рдЧुрдг рд╣ै।
рд╕рд▓ाрд╣- ‘рд▓рдЧाрдИ-рдмुрдЭाрдИ’ рдХी рдЕрдкрдиी рдк्рд░рддिрднा рдХो рдиिрдЦाрд░рдиे рдХे рд▓िрдП рд░ोрдЬ़ाрдиा рддीрди рд╣िंрджी рд╕ीрд░िрдпрд▓ рджेрдЦें।
рдХрди्рдпा
рдЖрдкрдХी рд░ाрд╢ि рднрд▓े рд╣ी рдХрди्рдпा рд╣ो рдордЧрд░ рдЖрдкрдХी рдЬ़िंрджрдЧी рдоें рдХोрдИ рдХрди्рдпा рдЖрддी рджिрдЦाрдИ рдирд╣ीं рджे рд░рд╣ी। рдордЧрд░ рдЗрд╕рдоें рдХिрд╕ी рдХा рдХोрдИ рдХрд╕ूрд░ рдирд╣ीं рд╣ैрд╕िрд╡ाрдП рдЖрдкрдХे। рдХрд░िрдпрд░ рд╕ेрдЯ рдХрд░рдиे рдХी рдЙрдо्рд░ рдоें рдЖрдк рд▓рдб़рдХिрдпां рд╕ेрдЯ рдХрд░рддे рд░рд╣े рдФрд░ рдЬрдм рдмाрд░ी рд▓рдб़рдХी рд╕ेрдЯ рдХрд░рдиे рдХी рдЖрдИ рддो рдЖрдк рдХрд░िрдпрд░ рд╕ेрдЯ рдХрд░рдиे рдоें рд▓рдЧे рд╣ैं। рдЖрдкрдХी рдЕрд░ेंрдЬ рдоैрд░िрдЬ рд╣ो рд╕рдХे рдРрд╕ी рдЖрдкрдХी рдЗрдоेрдЬ рдирд╣ीं рд╣ै рдФрд░ рдЖрдк рд▓рд╡ рдоैрд░िрдЬ рдХрд░ рд╕рдХेंрдРрд╕ी рдЖрдкрдХी рд╢рдХ्рд▓ рдирд╣ीं। рдЧрдгेрд╢ा рдХрд╣рддे рд╣ैं рдХि рдпे рд╕्рдеिрддि рдЕрднी рдХुрдЫ рдФрд░ рд╡рдХ्рдд рддрдХ рдмрдиी рд░рд╣ेрдЧी рдФрд░ 2017 рдХे рдмाрдж рдЬाрдХрд░ рдЖрдкрдХा рд╡िрд╡ाрд╣ рд╣ोрдЧा рдордЧрд░ рддрдм рднी рдХрди्рдпा рдордиुрд╖्рдп рдЬाрддि рд╕े рд╣ोрдЧी рдпा рдирд╣ींрдЗрд╕рдХी рдЧाрд░ंрдЯी рдЧрдгेрд╢ा рдирд╣ीं рд▓ेрддे।
рд╕рд▓ाрд╣-рдЗрдХ्рдХीрд╕ рд╕ोрдорд╡ाрд░ рд╕ुрдмрд╣-рд╢ाрдо рдЦुрдж рдХो рджрд╕-рджрд╕ рдердк्рдкрдб़ рд▓рдЧाрдПंрдЗрд╕рд╕े рдЙрди рд▓рдб़рдХिрдпों рдХे рдорди рдХो рд╢ांрддि рдоिрд▓ेрдЧी рдЬो рдХрднी рдЖрдкрдХो рдкीрдЯрдиा рдЪाрд╣рддी рдеीं।
рддुрд▓ा
рд╡рдХ्рдд рдЖ рдЧрдпा рд╣ै рдХि рддुрд▓ा рд░ाрд╢ि рд╡ाрд▓े рдЕрдкрдиेрдЖрдк рдХो рд▓ेрдХрд░ рдЧ़рд▓рддрдлрд╣рдоी рдкाрд▓рдиा рдмंрдж рдХрд░ рджें рдФрд░ рдеोрдб़ा рд╡्рдпाрд╡рд╣ाрд░िрдХ рд╣ो рдЬाрдПं। рд╕िрд░्рдл рдЖрдкрдХे рдпे рдоाрдирдиे рд╕े рдХि рдоैं рдмрд╣ुрдд рд╣ोрд╢िрдпाрд░ рд╣ूं рдФрд░ рдЬ़िंрджрдЧी рдоें рдмрд╣ुрдд рдЕрдЪ्рдЫा рдбिрдЬ़рд░्рд╡ рдХрд░рддा рд╣ूंрджुрдиिрдпा рдХो рдШंрдЯा рдлрд░्рдХ рдирд╣ीं рдкрдб़рддा। рдЯीрд╡ी рдбिрд╕्рдХрд╢рди्рд╕ рдоें рдЖрдиे рд╡ाрд▓े рдЧेрд╕्рдЯ рдХो рдоूрд░्рдЦ рдоाрдирдиे рд╕े рдЖрдк рдЦुрдж рд╣ोрд╢िрдпाрд░ рдирд╣ीं рд╣ो рдЬाрддे। рджрд╕рд╡ीं рдкाрд╕ рджोрд╕्рддों рдХो рдЕрдкрдиे рдЕрд▓्рдкрдЬ्рдЮाрди рд╕े рдЖрддंрдХिрдд рдХрд░рдиे рд╕े рдХुрдЫ рдкрд▓्рд▓े рдирд╣ीं рдкрдб़рдиे рд╡ाрд▓ा। рдЕрдм рднी рд╡рдХ्рдд рд╣ैрд╕ंрднрд▓ рдЬाрдЗрдП। рдЖрдкрдХे рджोрд╕्рддों рдХे рджो-рджो рдмрдЪ्рдЪे рд╣ो рдЧрдП рдФрд░ рдЖрдкрдХी рдЕрднी рд╢ाрджी рддрдХ рдирд╣ीं рд╣ुрдИрдпे рдмाрдд рдЕрд▓рдЧ рд╣ै рдХि рдмрдЪ्рдЪे рдЖрдкрдХे рднी рджो рд╣ो рдЪुрдХे рд╣ैं рдЬिрдирдоें рд╕े рдПрдХ рдХी рддो рдЦुрдж рдЖрдкрдХो рднी рдЬाрдирдХाрд░ी рдирд╣ीं рд╣ै।
рд╕рд▓ाрд╣рдЦुрдж рдХे рдХрдоाрдП рдкैрд╕ों рд╕े рдПрдХ рдЕंрдбрд░рд╡िрдпрд░ рдЦрд░ीрджрдиे рдмाрдЬ़ाрд░ рдЬाрдПंрдЕрдкрдиेрдЖрдк рдЕрдХ्рд▓ рдаिрдХाрдиे рдЖ рдЬाрдПрдЧी।
рджрд╣ी рдоें рддीрди рдЪрдо्рдордЪ рдЪाрдп рдкрдд्рддी рдоिрд▓ाрдХрд░ рдкंрдбिрдд рдЬी рдХो рдкिрд▓ाрдПँ
рд╡ृрд╢्рдЪिрдХ
рд╡ृрд╢्рдЪिрдХ рд░ाрд╢ि рд╡ाрд▓ों рдХा рдЗрд╕ рд╕ाрд▓ рднाрдЧ्рдп рдЦूрдм рд╕ाрде рджेрдЧा। рдЦрд░ीрджाрд░ी рдХрд░рдиे рдмाрдЬ़ाрд░ рдЬाрдПंрдЧे рддो рд╕ेрд▓ рдоें рдХुрдЫ рд╕рд╕्рддे рд╕्рд╡ेрдЯрд░ рдоिрд▓ рдЬाрдПंрдЧेрдмुрдХ рдХрд░рд╡ाрдиे рдХे рджो рджिрди рдмाрдж рд╕िрд▓ेंрдбрд░ рдХी рдбिрд▓िрд╡рд░ी рд╣ो рдЬाрдПрдЧीрдлुрдЯрдкाрде рд╕े рдЦрд░ीрджी рдкाрдЗрд░ेрдЯिрдб рд╕ीрдбी рдХा рдк्рд░िंрдЯ рдЕрдЪ्рдЫा рдиिрдХрд▓ेрдЧाрдЖрдЯे рдХी рдеैрд▓ी рдоें рд╕ाрдмुрдирджाрдиी рдХा рдоुрдл्рдд рд╕्рдЯैंрдб рдиिрдХрд▓ेрдЧाрдЬिрд╕ рдЧाрдб़ी рдоें рд╕рдлрд░ рдХрд░ेंрдЧे рдЙрд╕рдоें рд╕ुंрджрд░ рд▓рдб़рдХिрдпां рджिрдЦेंрдЧीрдкрдб़ौрд╕ी рдХे рджрд╕рд╡ीं рдоें рдЕрдЪ्рдЫे рдирдо्рдмрд░ рдЖрдПंрдЧेрдЙрд╕рдХी рдмुрдЖ рдХी рд▓рдб़рдХी рдЕрдкрдиे рдоाрдпрдХे рд╕े рдЖрдкрдХे рд▓िрдП рдирдпा рдкрдЬाрдоा рд▓ाрдПрдЧी рдФрд░ рдФрд░ рддो рдФрд░ рдЖрдкрдХी рднैंрд╕ рдоाрдпा рднी рдЗрд╕ рд╕ाрд▓ рдмाрдХी рд╕ाрд▓ों рдХे рдоुрдХाрдмрд▓े рдЬ़्рдпाрджा рджूрдз рджेрдЧी।
рд╕рд▓ाрд╣-рдЕрдкрдиी рдЧрд▓ी рдХे рдЖрда рдЖрд╡ाрд░ा рдХुрдд्рддों рдХी рдирд╕рдмंрджी рдХрд░рд╡ाрдПंрдЗрд╕рд╕े рдЖрдкрдХा рднाрдЧ्рдп рдФрд░ рдЪрдордХेрдЧा।
рдзрдиु
рдзрдиु рд░ाрд╢ि рд╡ाрд▓ों рдХी рдХिрд╕्рдордд рдЗрд╕ рд╕ाрд▓ рдмिрд▓ुрдХрд▓ рд╕ाрде рдирд╣ीं рджेрдЧी। рдСрдлिрд╕ рдЬाрдиे рдХी рдЬрд▓्рджी рд╣ोрдЧी рддो рд░ाрд╕्рддे рдоें рд╕्рдХूрдЯрд░ рдкंрдЪрд░ рд╣ो рдЬाрдПрдЧाрдоेрд╣рдоाрди рдЖрдП рд╣ोंрдЧे рддो рд╕िрд▓ेंрдбрд░ рдЦ़рдд्рдо рд╣ो рдЬाрдПрдЧाрдЬ़рд░ूрд░рдд рдкрдб़ेрдЧी рддो рдиेрдЯ рдХाрдо рдирд╣ीं рдХрд░ेрдЧाрдмीрд╡ी рдмीрдоाрд░ рд╣ोрдЧी рддो рдХाрдорд╡ाрд▓ी рдЫुрдЯ्рдЯी рд▓े рд▓ेрдЧीрд╕рд╣рд╡ाрдЧ рдХी рдмैрдЯिंрдЧ рдХे рд╡рдХ्рдд рд▓ाрдЗрдЯ рдЪрд▓ी рдЬाрдПрдЧीрд▓ाрдЗрдЯ рдЖрдиे рдкрд░ рдоिрдоोрд╣ рдЪрдХ्рд░рд╡рд░्рддी рдХी рдлिрд▓्рдо рдЪрд▓ рд░рд╣ी рд╣ोрдЧी рдФрд░ рддो рдФрд░ рдЬрдм-рдЬрдм рдЪाрдп рдоें рдбुрдмोрдХрд░ рдЦाрдиे рдХे рд▓िрдП рдЧ्рд▓ूрдХोрдЬ़ рдХा рдмिрд╕्рдХिрдЯ рдЙрд╕рдХे рдЕंрджрд░ рдбाрд▓ेंрдЧेрд╡ो рдЙрд╕ी рдоें рдбूрдм рдЬाрдПрдЧा!
рд╕рд▓ाрд╣- рдмिрд╕्рдХिрдЯ рдЪाрдп рдоें рди рдбूрдмे рдЗрд╕рдХे рд▓िрдП рдЬ़рд░ूрд░ी рд╣ै рдХि рдЙрд╕े рд▓ाрдЗрдл рдЬैрдХेрдЯ рдкрд╣рдиाрдПं।
 рдордХрд░
рдЯीрд╡ी рджेрдЦрдиे рдХे рд▓िрд╣ाрдЬ़ рд╕े рдпे рд╕ाрд▓ рдорд╣िрд▓ाрдУं рдХे рд▓िрдП рдХाрдлी рдЕрдЪ्рдЫा рд╣ै। рдоाрд░्рдЪ рдХे рдЖрд╕рдкाрд╕ рдЖрдк рд╕ोрдиी рдЯीрд╡ी рдкрд░ рджो рдирдП рд╕ीрд░िрдпрд▓ рджेрдЦрдиे рд╢ुрд░ू рдХрд░ेंрдЧी рдФрд░ рдЕрдкрдиी рджृрдв़ рдЗрдЪ्рдЫाрд╢рдХ्рддि рдХे рджрдо рдкрд░ рдмिрдиा рдиाрдЧा рдЙрд╕े рдкूрд░ा рд╕ाрд▓ рджेрдЦेंрдЧी। рдЗрд╕ рджौрд░ाрди рд░िрдоोрдЯ рдХे рд▓िрдП рдХрдИ рджрдлा рдЖрдкрдХा рдЕрдкрдиे рдкрддि рд╕े рдЭрдЧрдб़ा рд╣ोрдЧा рдордЧрд░ рд╕ीрд░िрдпрд▓्рд╕ рдХी рд╕ाрдЬिрд╢ рд░рдЪрдиे рд╡ाрд▓ी рдмрд╣ुрдУं рдХी рддрд░рд╣ рдЖрдк рднी рд╣ाрд░ рдирд╣ीं рдоाрдиेंрдЧी।
рд╡рд╣ीं рджूрд╕рд░ी рдУрд░ рд░िрдПрд▓िрдЯी рд╢ोрдЬ़ рдХे рд╣िрд╕ाрдм рд╕े рдпे рд╕ाрд▓ рдЖрдкрдХे рд▓िрдП рдЙрддрдиा рдЕрдЪ्рдЫा рдирд╣ीं рд╣ै। рдЖрдк рдЬिрд╕-рдЬिрд╕ рдХंрдЯेрд╕्рдЯेंрдЯ рдХो рд╕рдкोрд░्рдЯ рдХрд░ेंрдЧी рд╡ो рдлाрдЗрдирд▓ рддрдХ рддो рдкрд╣ुंрдЪेрдЧा рдордЧрд░ рдЬीрдд рдирд╣ीं рдкाрдПрдЧा рдЬिрд╕े рд▓ेрдХрд░ рдЖрдкрдХो рднाрд░ी рджुрдЦ рд╣ोрдЧा। рд░ाрдд-рд░ाрдд рднрд░ рдХрдорд░ा рдмंрдж рдХрд░ рдлूрд▓ рдХी рдХрдв़ाрдИ рд╡ाрд▓ा рддрдХिрдпा рдоुंрд╣ рдоें рд▓े рд░ोрдПंрдЧी рдФрд░ рд╣ो рд╕рдХрддा рд╣ै рдЗрд╕ рдмीрдЪ рдбिрдк्рд░ेрд╢рди рдХी рд╢िрдХाрд░ рднी рд╣ो рдЬाрдПं।
рд╕рд▓ाрд╣- рдкрддि рдХे рд╕ोрддे рд╣ी рдЙрд╕рдХे рдоोрдмाрдЗрд▓ рд╕े рдЕрдкрдиे рдЪрд╣ेрддे рдк्рд░рддिрднाрдЧी рдХो рдвेрд░ों рд╡ोрдЯ рдХрд░ें। рдЗрд╕рд╕े рдкрддि рднрд▓े рд╣ी рдбेंрдЬрд░ рдЬ़ोрди рдоें рдЪрд▓ा рдЬाрдПрдордЧрд░ рдЖрдкрдХा рдкрд╕ंрджीрджा рдЧрд╡ैрдпा рдмрдЪ рдЬाрдПрдЧा।
 рдХुंрдн
рдХुंрдн рд░ाрд╢ि рд╡ाрд▓े рдЕрдкрдиा рдпे рд╕ाрд▓ рдкंрдбिрддों рдХे рдЪрдХ्рдХрд░ рдоें рдмрд░्рдмाрдж рдХрд░ рджेंрдЧे। рдЖрдкрдХे рд▓िрдП рдпे рд╕рдордЭрдиा рдмрд╣ुрдд рдЬ़рд░ूрд░ी рд╣ै рдХि рдЕрдЧрд░ рдЖрдкрдХी рдЬ़िंрджрдЧी рдоें рдХुрдЫ рдирдпा рдирд╣ीं рд╣ो рд░рд╣ा рддो рдЙрд╕рдХी рд╡рдЬрд╣ рдЖрдкрдХी рдЦ़рд░ाрдм рдХिрд╕्рдордд рдирд╣ींрдЖрдкрдХा рдЖрд▓рд╕ рд╣ैं। рдСрдлिрд╕ рд╕े рдШрд░ рдЖрдиे рдХे рдмाрдж рдЖрдкрдХा рд╕ाрд░ा рджिрди рдкрдб़े рд░рд╣рдиे рдоें рдмीрддрддा рд╣ै рдФрд░ рдпрд╣ी рд╡рдЬрд╣ рд╣ै рдХि рдЖрдк рджрд╕ рд╕ाрд▓ рд╕े рдПрдХ рд╣ी рдСрдлिрд╕ рдоें рдкрдб़े рд╣ुрдП рд╣ैं। рдЖрдкрдХे рдкрдб़े-рдкрдб़े рдЖрдкрдХे рдмрдЪ्рдЪे рдмрдб़े рд╣ो рдЧрдП рдордЧрд░ рдЖрдк рдЕрдкрдиे рдХрд░िрдпрд░ рдоें рдХрд╣ीं рдирд╣ीं рдмрдв़े। рдЧрдгेрд╢ा рд╕рд▓ाрд╣ рджेрддे рд╣ैं рдХि рдпूं рджिрдирднрд░ рднेрдЬे рдХे рдХुрдХрд░ рдоें рдЦ्рдпाрд▓ी рдкुрд▓ाрд╡ рдкрдХाрддे рд░рд╣рдиे рдФрд░ рдмॉрд╕ рдХे рдШрд░ рдХी рдорд╣िрд▓ा рд╕рджрд╕्рдпों рдХो рдпाрдж рдХрд░ рдЙрд╕े рдЧाрд▓ी рджेрдиे рдХा рдХोрдИ рдлाрдпрджा рдирд╣ीं рд╣ै।
рд▓िрд╣ाрдЬ़ा рдмिрдиा рдХुрдЫ рдХिрдП рд╣ाрд▓ाрдд рд╕ुрдзрд░рдиे рдХी рдЙрдо्рдоीрдж рдоें рдЪाрд░ рдЕрдЦ़рдмाрд░ों рдоें рд░ाрд╢िрдпां рдкрдв़рдиे рдФрд░ рд╣ाрде рдХी рдЕंрдЧुрд▓िрдпों рд╕े рд▓ेрдХрд░ рдкैрд░ рдХे рдЕंрдЧूрдаे рддрдХ рдоें рдЕंрдЧूрдаिрдпां рдкрд╣рдирдиे рдХे рдмрдЬाрдП рд░рдЬाрдИ рд╕े рдиिрдХрд▓िрдПрдЧैрд╕ рдкрд░ рдкाрдиी рдЧрд░्рдо рдХрд░ рдирд╣ाрдЗрдПрдирд╣ीं рдирд╣ाрдиा рддो рдоुंрд╣-рд╣ाрде рд╣ी рдзोрдЗрдП рдФрд░ рд╕्рдХूрдЯрд░ рд╕्рдЯाрд░्рдЯ рдХрд░ рдХрд╣ीं рдмाрд╣рд░ рдЬाрдЗрдП।
рд╕рд▓ाрд╣- рдПрдХ рдкाрд╡ рджрд╣ी рдоें рддीрди рдЪрдо्рдордЪ рдЪाрдп рдкрдд्рддी рдбाрд▓рдиे рдХे рд╕ाрде рдЙрд╕рдоें рд░ाрдд рдХी рдмрдЪी рдПрдХ рдХрдЯोрд░ी рджाрд▓ рдбाрд▓िрдП рдФрд░ рдЗрд╕рдоें рдЖрдзा рдЧिрд▓ाрд╕ рдлिрдиाрдЗрд▓ рдоिрдХ्рд╕ рдХрд░рдЙрд╕ рдкंрдбिрдд рдХो рдкिрд▓ाрдЗрдП рдЬो рдЦुрдж рдЖрдкрдХो рдЕрдм рддрдХ рдРрд╕े рдЙрд▓्рдЯे-рд╕ीрдзे рдЙрдкाрдп рдмрддाрддा рдЖ рд░рд╣ा рдеा।
 рдоीрди
рдЬрд╣ां рддрдХ рдмाрд░рдЧेрдиिंрдЧ рдпा рдоोрд▓рднाрд╡ рдХा рд╕рд╡ाрд▓ рд╣ैрдоीрди рд░ाрд╢ि рдХी рдорд╣िрд▓ाрдУं рдХे рд▓िрдП рдпे рд╕ाрд▓ рдХाрдлी рд╢ुрдн рд╣ैं। рджुрдХाрди рд╕े рд╕ूрдЯ рдХा рдХрдкрдб़ा рдЦрд░ीрджрдиे рд╕े рд▓ेрдХрд░ рдЧрд▓ी рдоें рд╕рдм्рдЬ़ी рд╡ाрд▓े рд╕े рд▓рдб़-рдЭрдЧрдб़рдХрд░ рдкैрд╕े рдХрдо рдХрд░рд╡ाрдиे рдоें рдЖрдкрдХो рд╡्рдпाрдкрдХ рд╕рдлрд▓рддा рдоिрд▓ेрдЧी। рдЖрдкрдХी рдЦ्рдпाрддि рдоौрд╣рд▓्рд▓े рдоें рд╣ी рдирд╣ींрджेрд╢рднрд░ рдоें рдлैрд▓ेрдЧी। рдФрд░ рддो рдФрд░ рдЕंрддрд░्рд░ाрд╖्рдЯ्рд░ीрдп рд╕्рддрд░ рдкрд░ рд╣рдеिрдпाрд░ рдЦрд░ीрджрддे рд╕рдордп рднाрд░рдд рд╕рд░рдХाрд░ рджूрд╕рд░े рджेрд╢ों рд╕े рдоोрд▓рднाрд╡ рдХे рд▓िрдП рдЖрдкрдХो рдмुрд▓ाрд╡ा рднेрдЬेрдЧी। рдл्рд░ांрд╕ рдЬैрд╕े рджेрд╢ों рд╕े рдоिрд╕ाрдЗрд▓ рдЦрд░ीрдж рдХे рд╕рдордп рдЖрдк рдпे рдХрд╣рддे рд╣ुрдП рд░ेрдЯ рдХрдо рдХрд░рд╡ाрдПंрдЧीрдЬाрдУ рднрдЗрдпा рдЬाрдУрдкрдЪाрд╕ рдоें рдкीрдЫे рдЬाрдкाрди рд╡ाрд▓े рджे рд╣ी рд░рд╣े рдеे рдпा рдлिрд░ рд╣рдо рддो рд╣рдоेрд╢ा рдЖрдк рд╣ी рдХे рдпрд╣ां рд╕े рдЦрд░ीрджрддे рд╣ैं’, рдХрд╣рдХрд░ рдЙрди्рд╣ें рдЗрдоोрд╢рдирд▓ी рдм्рд▓ैрдХрдоेрд▓ рдХрд░ेंрдЧी।
рд╕рд▓ाрд╣- рдХॉрд▓ेрдЬ рдоें рдЖрдк рднाрд╡ рдЦाрддी рд░рд╣ी рд╣ैं рдФрд░ рдЕрдм рдоोрд▓рднाрд╡ рдХрд░ рд░рд╣ी рд╣ैं। рд╣рдоाрд░ी рдЧुрдЬ़ाрд░िрд╢ рд╣ै рдХि рдпрд╣ी рд╣ाрд╡-рднाрд╡ рдмрдиाрдП рд░рдЦें।

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Indian Comic Summary of 2011


Thursday, December 15, 2011

Veg. Chilly Chicken - m loving it :)


Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Appraisal Vs Resignation

A newly joined trainee asks his boss "What is the meaning of appraisal?" Boss: "Do you know the meaning of resignation?"Trainee: "Yes I do" Boss: "So let me make you understand what a appraisal is by comparing it with resignation" Comparison study: Appraisal and Resignation Appraisal In appraisal meeting they will speak only about your weakness, errors and failures.In resignation meeting they will speak only about your strengths, past achievements and success. In appraisal you may need to cry and beg for even 10% hike.Inr resignation you can easily demand (or get even without asking) more than 50-60% hike. During appraisal, they will deny promotion saying you didn't meet the expectation, you don't have leadership qualities, and you had several drawbacks in our objective/goal.During resignation, they will say you are the core member of team; you are the vision of the company how can you go, you have to take the project in shoulder and lead your juniors to success. There is 90% chance for not getting any significant incentives after appraisal.There is 90% chance of getting immediate hike after you put the resignation. Trainee: "Yes boss enough, now I understood my future. For an appraisal I will have to resign..!!

Monday, October 24, 2011

Engineering Reality


Modern Monk


Fight between Husband & Wife


Welcome to Sales


Blame Game


Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Universal Truth about Boys............lolz!!

Now i truly admit, Google is very very very smart.........
 
 
 
keep spreading the awareness.............   hahahaha...........

Saturday, July 23, 2011

44. Story of False Parvati (Shiv Puran)

Shiva had once gone on a visit to a city named Shonitapura. He was accompanied by many gandharvas and apsaras. Parvati was left behind in Kailasa and Shiva felt lonely without her.

He called Nandi and said, Go to Kailasa and ask Parvati to come here.

Nandi went to kailasa and told Parvati that Shiva wanted her. Parvati said that this would take a little time, since she wanted to get ready first. Nadi went back and reported to Shiva what Parvati had said. Shiva waited for a little while, but Parvati did not come. He therefore sent Nandi again to Kailasa with the injuction that he should not come back without Parvati.

The apasaras meanwhile decided that they would play a trick on Shiva. One of them would disguise herself and pretend to be Parvati. An apsara named Chitralekha agreed to do this. Another apsara named Urvashi diguised herself as Nandi. Other apsara disguised themselves as companions of Parvati.

So good were their disguises that it was impossible to detect them as being false.

The false Nandi then brought the false Parvati to Shiva and said, Parvati has come. Her companions, the other goddesses, have also come.

Shiva was delighted. He was not able to detect that this was a false Parvati. While they were having great fun, the real Parvati, the real Nandi and the real goddesses turned up and there was utter confusion. No one could tell the real ones from the false ones. Finally the mess was sorted out when the apsaras adopted their real forms.

Neither Shiva nor Parvati were angry at this practical joke.

This is an incident from the time when Parvati went away to do tapasya so as to become fair. Before going away to meditate, she called Nandi to her and said, My husband does not know the difference between real Parvatis and false ones. Keep careful guard at the gate and do not let any false Parvatis enter.

There was an asura named Adi. He performed tapasya and wanted a boon from Brahma which would make him immortal. Brahma refused to grant him this, but granted him the boon that Adi would be very strong. Happy with this boon, Adi wandered around the Himalayas and discovered Nadi standing guard at the gate to Shiva's palace.

What are you doing here? the asura asked Nandi.

Nandi reported the conversation that had taken place with Parvati.

The demon went away. But he soon returned, this time disguised as Parvati. Lest Nandi not let him pass, he slimed through the gate disguised as a snake. And once inside the palace, he resumed his form of Parvati. He then went to meet Shiva. Shiva did not realize that this was a false Parvati and he came forward to embrace Adi. But no sooner had Shiva embraced him, than the asura adopted his own form and tried to kill Shiva. The two fought and Shiva killed Adi. But before dying, the asura played another trick.

He told Shiva, I have a brother who is stronger than me. He will return here in the form of Parvati and will kill you. This was a blatant lie. Adi had no brother.

The real Parvati returned after finishing her tapasya. But Shiva thought that this was demon disguised as Parvati. He created many beings from his body so as to kill Parvati. But Parvati also created many beings from her own body and these swallowed up Shiva's beings. When this had gone on thousands of times. Shiva realized that this must be the real Paravati.

Shiva and Parvati were united.

There were not more false Parvatis.

Friday, January 28, 2011

How to Treat Others – 5 Important Lessons

1. First Important Lesson – “Know The Cleaning Lady”

During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: “What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?”

Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.

“Absolutely,” said the professor. “In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say “hello.”

I’ve never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.


2. Second Important Lesson – “Pickup In The Rain”

One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car.

A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab.

She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man’s door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home.

A special note was attached. It read: “Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband’s bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others.”

Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.

3. Third Important Lesson – “Remember Those Who Serve”

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. “50¢,” replied the waitress.

The little boy pulled his 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. “35¢!” 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.


4. Fourth Important Lesson – “The Obstacles In Our Path”

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.”

5. Fifth Important Lesson – “Giving When It Counts”

Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year-old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, “Yes, I’ll do it if it will save her.”

As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, “Will I start to die right away?”.

Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.

Friday, February 8, 2008

About me ! !

Hey .... 2day I gonna have short interview of myself!

My Name. .
Hetal Mehta ( d gr8 ! ! )

Also Known as. .
Shona @ Frens, Sana to others and Sanya to all the rest :)

I was Born on. .
12th of Sep as a Star Virgo !

More about me. .
I am a very sweet, loving,committed, fun-loving,cool and bindaas person. When it comes to work, I am very serious about it. I think a lot. I do have a lot of patience. I love to talk.
And, I love humor. So, don’t ever wonder if you find me laughing all the time, cracking some joke or the other…
Give me a job, and if I say I will do it, I will do it.

Present state of mind. .
I am planning to take my mom to the movie "Jodha Akbar" after convincing her it's a replica of Mughal - e - Azam

With whom I live in this Earth?
Ofcourse wid my parents

Is mine parents still together ?
Oye ! Abbe western culture ke poster , humare India mein parents remain together . They are very much together and have no dangerous plans . Shaadi mein fevicol khaayi thi mummy papa ne , mazboot jod hain , tootega nahi.

Day(s) Which I can never Forget. .
Aah! there is a long list.. ask me personally abt dis!

I Hate. .
People who are extremely non-committed. Who don’t know the value of time, money & MORALES. I cant tolerate lies. That’s it I guess.. nothing more….

Marriage 2 me is. .
Marriage is a union of two minds , who then commit to tread the path of life together , facing all adversity and celebrating all joys together , and helping each other grow in the process or otherwise , the essence of a marriage is unaffected by such trivial issues like LIVE - IN relation & CONTRACTUAL MARRIAGE.
Subhan allah , ekdum miss world waala answer diya na !

Person who made me cry. .
Me . . I believe no one else can make me cry . Tears arise out of what I do with the thoughts in my head . ( Kaafi profound hain yeh jawaab , samajh na aye tho koi nahi )

About Life. .
Life ! Trust me, you will never ever ever ever ever..understand what life is till you are alive. But till now, my life has been pretty much ok, full of ups and downs. So, as of now, this is what I have to say of life.
“Life is more or less like a game of snake and ladders."
You are the top at some point of time, and at the very next moment, you are at square one. You never know what is in store for you. We just have to live with those ups and downs. Be happy with what we have”

My Dreams. .
* To earn lot of money & respect.
* To fullfill all the dreams of my family to make them happy & proud of me 1 day.
* To remove ‘the’ country which actively supports terrorism in the name of religion from the face of this planet, and make this world a more peaceful place to live.
* To see India in a position better than other advanced countries like US…
* And……… To make my love d most happiest person in this world :-)

Is anyone in love with me ?
Guys.. this question is for you.
(Aaju baaju mat dekh , baat dil ki bol daal..)

Friday, January 4, 2008

hAPPY nEW yEAR

New look of my blog in this new year!

Now, I m more active in this new "facebook" thing then "orkut".
Actually in this new year so many new thgs will be going to happen wid me as u all must b aware that "8" is the only number which ends up when we write.

So Headds up ! but slowly not in hurry coz so many people are in so much hurry !

I remember that guy in a silver Swift behind my cab who is honking is in a hurry to get to his office
( Yaar overtake karte hue gaali kyun deta hai ? Accha hindi ki gaali to mat de ) .

Students are in a hurry to read their chapters before they face the exams .
My boss is in a hurry to get that report .That waiter at McDonalds is in a hurry to serve table number 4.
People sitting at table number 4 are in a hurry to eat what comes to the table.
People at the boarding gate are in a hurry to get onto the plane .
When it lands , they are in a hurry to get out of it. Everybody is in a hurry to get somewhere .
Very Few people want to stay in the moment they are in.
Now I don't know . Maybe these guys know where they want to get to.
They see where they need to get to and they want to get there fast .
You see , driven , focussed people. Achievers .
Desh ko aage badane wale log. (People you see shaking hands with white people on NDTV Profit .)
Maybe I am just a slow guy who likes to listen to music and type down words which interest nobody while the world around me reaches for the stars .
You see , I don't have a problem with the 'wanting to achieve things' thing .
Even I want to achieve things , even if they are a vegetable burger with cheese , and a TV remote , and someone who shares all that with me .
But what I don't understand is that why hurry ? Jaldi kya hai . Kidhar jaana hai ?
I mean , life is not in the future . Life is now . This moment .I mean , it's like..
When I was in school , people told me happiness is after clearing board exams. We know that , kid .
When I cleared , they told me happiness was getting into a engineering college. ( Note kiya , kitni intelligent hoon main ?)
When I got that , they told me that happiness is definitely getting into MBA. Pakka . Sachi . Muchi. Confirmed. ( Note kiya , kitni intelligent hoon main ?)
When I did that , happiness was defined completing it and earning a handsome salary. Arre 100% happiness yehi hai .
USA mein researchers bhee yehi kehte hai.... lolz!
Now When I have done that , happiness is ? Hello ! What is it nowwww ? Bol do kaka . Kidhar jaana hai ab ?
So ladiesh and gentlemans ,
now that the world has been telling me what to do , this is what I have learnt - all the above stuff is important ,
but happiness is something they dont need to tell you about . It is something you feel . And only you decide what makes you happy .
When others don't know where you want to be , how can they tell you how to get there ?
Like , for me , happiness is..
On a lazy Sunday , I watch a Shahrukh flick on TV , eat a full lunch , and watch another Shahrukh movie.
When ma asks me to take a bath and I put my arm around her shoulders and say "Chill , ma.Do dinn hee to hue hai."
When I say stupid things to someone who would not think "Huh? Isko problem kya hai?."
Sitting in my balcony on a December morning and eat an orange and squeeze the orange peel in the left eye of my brother. Right eye mein bhee .
Talking to someone who understands me , and accepts me even when I am all boring .
Playing cards with Dada , and beating him at it too . ( We dont do that anymore , he is tired of
losing)
Caring for someone I want to care for.
Meeting a bunch of friends over a couple of huge pizzas and crack pathetic jokes about our college professors and why worst girls get the best guys.
Happiness is just , being me .
So you see , what makes me happy is stuff I have not achieved , but stuff , which , I already have , had all the way along .

So I know I need to achieve things , but hey , there is no hurry .Because I need to achieve things to survive , but to be happy , not much is needed .
Some music and a vegetable burger , with cheese , will do just fine for now.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Mujhsai Shaadi Karoge..?

I need to wake up to the fact that choosing a life partner is a decision as huge as Jupiter. And I need to find a boy who is happily excited to see me gossiping all day with him.

I have had the coffee-movie-pizza thing with friends who are boys, but in some years, I will need to find a boy whom I understand and who understands me and decides much more than which pizza to order. And finding him is not easy, considering that I think boys are indirect, complicated, get angry too fast and ask questions only to hear the answers they want.

I want a guy who respect girls, has a gud sense of humour, take care of me, has values in life & who says BIG NO to "Smoking, Drinking & Non - Veg".

So all this, and add to that a thick Gurgaon traffic and a cellphone which keeps ringing, and life gets a little jumpy for me at 22.

In a childish sort of manner, I want to ring up god and ask him “Hey, can you rewind my age by four years, I am not exactly ready for this!”, but I think he will just bang down the receiver.


But if I look at the overall stuff, I need to bring back some balance in my life. I need to ask myself some questions. I need to find some answers. How do I do that? I will figure it out right after I finish this blog.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Maar Daala!!

D E A T H.
Bad word , hai na ? Ma says its a bad word.Death , nah , dont talk about it , chup paagal.Even in the movies , the heroine places her finger on the hero's lips before he can complete the sentence and whispers "Kabhi marne kee baat matt karna.Aisa nahee kehte".
But, its coming yaar.Death.It will happen.To me.To you.
Acchha yaar , now stop yelling "manhoos" , chup chaap baat sun.What if I were to die after half an hour.I shall never be able to feel ma's palm on my forehead again.I shall never hear my brother call me a pagal again.I shall never be able to tell my mom that even though I always try to act smart , she is the greatest women I have ever known.I shall never be able to tell the departmental store guy that I stole 3 eggs from his shop yesterday.Ok , dont dial 100 , the eggs wala part is not true.How could you imagine that yaar , me and stealing eggs ? I am a vegetarian.I steal carrots and dhania.
But seriously , death scares me.It scares me to be away from my loved ones.It scares me to die without doing all the things I want to do.It scares me that I may die.But death is real.And I may die after a year.I may die tomorrow after attending the class , If I do attend one.I may die before I complete this post.( But now that I have published it , I did not die before completing it,right ? Soch ke dekh ).
Now you may smirk and say "arre yaar , aise thode hee koee mar jaata hai".But I have seen lives shattering in the blink of an eye.A second's delay in hitting the brakes , a leaking gas cylinder , a desperate and armed domestic help in enough to change your life in a radical way , before you can say "maar daala".And not like Madhuri said it in Devdaas.
But the point is not to be scared of dying.
The point is to be scared of dying without really living.
I see around me.I see people I care for.Sometimes I see them sad .I see them clinging to bad memories , things which they cannot change , things which still hurt them , things which make tears flow down their cheeks.I know they are hurt and have reasons to feel sad.But life is not forever.Life is nothing but a limited number of moments gifted to us by god.And each moment is slipping by.Right now , a moment just passed by me , and took me closer to death , leaving me with lesser time to smile ,to crack some poor joke , to see my ma laugh , to see a friend find the happiness she deserves , to be a good person ,to make someone smile , to live.And the very thought of letting such a precious moment drown in a tear leaves me restless.Why do we people hurt each other , when this life may not be long enough to love each other ?
Maybe you need to know that you may never get a chance to be the good men/women you could have been.Maybe you need to know that the moment you have been waiting for to tell him/her how much you love him/her may never arrive.Maybe you need to know that you may never have the time to wipe off the tears you are causing today.Maybe you need to know that death is a surprisingly unexpected reality.Maybe you need to start living the life you should.
I know I know , I am saying nothing new.But life and the things it does to people and the things people do to it continue to amuse me.In short , ek baat bolti hun , all of us should respect and enjoy the ride , because hamari life kee taxi mein petrol kabhi bhi khatm ho sakta hain. And marne ke baad , you cant even fight with the cab driver.So smile , khush raho , muskurao , jeeyo ,and make people smile , kyunki ..kal ho na ho.Wait a minute ..kal ho na ho..yaar ye phrase kuch suna hua nahee lagta ?

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Lets Start Blogging......

Myself "HETAL MEHTA" on 17-07-2007 writting a first blog of her life.. (I am saying like as if i would become SUPERCOOL Blogstar & create history someday....lolz )

Jokes apart,, I would like to tell you guys that yesterday I heard Interview of MrAbhinav Jain on AIR 104.8 Radio Meow in Just for Women Radio Station..he sounded quite cool & the way he described charm of Blogging in front of me,,I found it quite interesting & eventually I also decided to start writting a blog of my own..

Tthough I read blogs since last two years & but 2day something urged me and I also feel like writting with my terrible grammer...(heheheh.... ) 

hmm..so they say that Blogging help you get a release..maybe..I am still too early into it to have a say on this.

But ifIi look for the reasons why I started..
Then its just bcozz.. It is the best way to get you occupied in your free time rather then chatting & orkutting or gossips..

Actually I am just sick & tired of all this time pass now.....I found its something new & innovative way to combine "Virtuality into Reality"

I know after reading this you`ll say what the heck... but i write it just to check out my skill and I already did a great Brain Storming in deciding a name for my Blog "JOURNEY WITH MYSELF" ............so keep visiting this space and your comments are always WELCOME for this BEGINNER!!