Izhar Nahin Karta ...

main lafzon mein kuch bhi izhar nahin karta
iska matlab ye nahin ke main tuj sai pyar nahi karta

chahta hoon main tujhe aaj bhi par
teri soch mein apna waqt baikar nahi karta

tamasha naa ban jaaye kahin mohabbat meri
isi liye apne dard ko namoodaar nahi karta

jo kuch mila hai usi mein khush hoon main
tere liye khuda se taqraar nahi karta

par kuch tou baat hai teri fitrat mein zalim
warna Mein tujhe chahne ki khataa bar bar nahi karta!!

A man came home from work and found his three children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard.

The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dog. Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing.

In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.

He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened. He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls.

As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went.

He looked at her bewildered and asked, "What happened here today?"

She again smiled and answered, "You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world did I do today?"

"Yes," was his incredulous reply.

She answered, "Well, today I didn't do it."

Wife's are Priceless, isn't it?

Thats what I had been reading this famous book about independence of India.....almost nearing the end!! Wonderful reading for all those interested in dwelling into our very recent past as to how our own leaders had taken the whole country's populace for granted and played with their destinies and life !! It gives a lively account of what exactly happened during these 3-4 yrs and narrates each character and incident to the minutest detail - it comes alive in front of your eyes!!

After reading I surely get an impression that we perhaps wud have been better off today had the freedom not been granted for some more time and English would have continued to rule us!!  Howmuch so ever we may condemn english, lets not forget the fact that it were english only those who were able to keep the country united for long time (against as we are made to believe- they ruled with 'divide and rule' policy) and as soon as the talk of independence started..it were Indians (and pakistanis) who fought tooth and nail for partition only and nothing less-  except Gandhi! Each one had  their own selfish motives to rule and amass powers and hence wealth---Indians and Pakistanis alike! If at all anyone was truly selfless in the whole fight and struggle- he was our own Gandhi!...Many Indian Prince were no better or even worse than English..their greed  and cruelty was worse than them!!

And as the clock struck 12 at the midnight of 14/15 Aug'47, thus started our own slavery to our 'own' leaders....and which continues till date!! Looting India more than what english have taken away in their whole life time--the recent example of such loot is the 55 imported cars and 5500 plots of land by one Malhotra in Delhi- which wudn't have been possible without the active connivance of some of our leaders at the helm of affairs in Delhi and whose roots may date back to the independence struggle! I need not discuss many more such examples in past!!

Not wishing to write an essay...I hope someday someone will write as book titled - 'Slavery at Midnight'- which wud narrate how our 'own' leaders have looted their own people in their greed!

Recommended reading for everyone interested in our independence events!

Why do we read Geeta, even if we can't understand a Sanskrit word??? 
 
This is beautiful story - if inspired pls. forward else keep it can't say when it might inspire you!

 Story:
 An old Farmer lived on a farm in the mountains with his young grandson. 
Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his  Bhagavat Geeta. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could. 
 
One day the grandson asked, "Grandpa! I try to read the Bhagavat Geeta just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget  as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Bhagavat Geeta do?"

 The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied,  "Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of  water."  

The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back   to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, "You'll have to move a little faster next time," and sent him back to  the river with the basket  to try again.

 This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was  impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead. The old man said, "I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You're just not trying hard enough," and he went out the door to watch the boy try again. 

At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak  out before he got back to the house. 

The boy again dipped the basket into river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty. Out of breath, he   said, "See Grandpa, it's useless!" >
 "So you think it is useless?" The old man said, "Look at the basket."
 The boy looked at the basket and for the first time realized that the  basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old  coal basket and was now clean, inside and out.

 "Son, that's what happens when you read the Bhagavat Geeta. You might not   understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be  changed, inside and out. That is the work of Krishna in our lives."

 "Celebrate Life. Care for others and share whatever you have with those less fortunate than you. Broaden your vision, for the whole world  belongs to you."
 - Sri Sri Ravi Shankar

Dear All,

My friend has sent me this touching life lesson……………..so forwarding to you all

It may seem long but read patiently………….. Patience wins the world…..

…………………………………read it in your leisure and pleasure time……………………..

To my married and unmarried friends:

"When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms "

On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped
in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out
of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then
plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.

This was the scene of ten years ago.

The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid,
I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were
steadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb. She was a
civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost
at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.

Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was
more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.

Dew came into my life.

It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from
behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This
was the apartment I bought for her.

Dew said, You are the kind of man who best draws girls eyeballs. Her
words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife
said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.
Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my
wife. But I couldn t help doing so.

I moved Dew s hands aside and said, You go to select some furniture,
O.K.? I ve got something to do in the company. Obviously she was
unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her. At the
moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used
to be something impossible to me.

However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No
matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly,
she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was
sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched
TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew s
body. This was the means of my entertainment.

One day I said to her in a slight joking way, suppose we divorce, what
will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word.
Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from
her. I couldn t imagine how she would react once she got to know I was
serious.

When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all
the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide
something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She
gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.

Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live
together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.

When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I ve got something
to tell you, I said.

She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know
what I was thinking. I want to divorce. I raised a serious topic
calmly.

She didn t seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me
softly, why? . I m serious. I avoided her question. This so-called
answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at
me, you are not a man! .

At that night, we didn t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew
she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could
hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated
that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She
glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart.
The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger
one day. But I could not take back what I had said.

Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected
to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of
divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and
clearer.

A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her
writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I
found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.

She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn t want anything from
me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in
the month s time we must live as normal life as possible. Her reason
was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she
didn t want him to see our marriage was broken.

She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do
you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?
This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me.
I nodded and said, I remember . You carried me in your arms , she
continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your
arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you
must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.

I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished
to end her marriage with a romantic form.

I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and
thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face
the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made
me feel uncomfortable.

My wife and I hadn t had any body contact since my divorce intention
was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when
I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son
clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words
brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then
to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed
her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don t tell our son.
I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She
went to wait for bus, I drove to office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my
chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse.
I realized that I hadn t looked at this intimate woman carefully for a
long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine
wrinkles on her face.

On the third day, she whispered to me, The outside garden is being
demolished. Be careful when you pass there.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were
still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms.
The
visualization of Dew became vaguer.

On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as,
where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking,
etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger.

I didn t tell Dew about this.

I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me
stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now.

She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried
quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, All my
dresses have grown fatter. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it
was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not
because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her
heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a
hand to touch her head.

Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it s time to carry mum out. He
said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an
essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and
hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would
change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the
bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded
my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came
back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.

On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step.
Our son had gone to school. She said, Actually I hope you will hold me
in your arms until we are old.

I held her tightly and said, Both you and I didn t notice that our life
was lack of such intimacy.

I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid
any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew
opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won t divorce. I m
serious.

She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no
fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I
can only say sorry to you, I won t divorce. My marriage life was boring
probably because she and I didn t value the details of life, not
because we didn t love each other any more. Now I understand that since I
carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed
to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then
slammed the door and burst out crying. I walked downstairs and drove to the
office.

When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my
wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me to write the
greeting words on the card. I smiled and wrote, I ll carry you out
every morning until we are old.

Here is one of the daring kinds that I have seen in recent times--Pooja Chauhan frm Rajkot..!! What a novel way she adopted to highlight the dowry harrassment that she had been subjected to by her in-laws- Walking seminude in the streets of a moffusil town like Rajkot!! I am sure now her inlaws will not escape the punishment either by police or by society!!

What is more disturbing is the fact the Rajkot police has decided to book Pooja for indecent behaviour!!!?? I am appaled by the fact that we have these kinds of indecency being on the show in every 'fashion' streets of Delhi and Mumbai..then why punish a already harassed girl for no fault of her own?? Wont you call that indecency when a 5 inch mini skirt is  topped by another 5 inch of naked waist show,  just  covering the breasts and then bare shoulders on display??? Isn't that a brazen indecency?? ir is that fashion for the law/police of these cities?? and what about TV..there are enuf of such 'indecent' display in our contempararies  movies and ads........then why do we catch POOJA for what she did???

Its her in-laws that shud be 'paraded ' stripped in the streets of Rajkot than this already harrassed girl!!

Hi ALL!!

For a long time it had been my desire a start a blog of my own on Rediff.......and somehow today I pulled myself out of my inertia and took the plunge!! and this is my first post!!

Had been a witness to all these channels sprouting alomost one a week!!-- so many that I have nearly starting avoiding TV these days!! what is there to view....??? I fail to understand what attracts the audience to them with all the crap they  broadcast..the recent one being the Abhi-Ash wedding...!! what effect does it have on my life...whether they marry or not... .?? and how? where?...I am not way connected to the them and likes of bollywood!!  they have gone to the extent of their premarital preperaration wherein Senior AB consulted the 'kundli' of Ash or not? Take a break channel guys.....get into your own kundlies and see what is in store for you?? At this rate I think I am almost to gift my TV to someone and just be happy with what I get to see and read in Print....can utilise my time better..!!

I am sure there wud be many like me who share my views! Wish we have some way to as to get these star crazy channels to stop broadcasting this non sense!!

Thanks!