tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23251956395201892362012-01-22T09:35:14.527+05:30I &amp; My Thoughts....Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.comBlogger341100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-45836060083870141132011-08-17T22:10:00.003+05:302011-08-17T22:13:54.637+05:30<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "></span></span>Us roz tumne apni pareshaniyon me ghir ke kah diya.. <br />"mera grah tumlogon ko lag gaya.." <br />tab se anginat baar tumhare ye shabd mere kaano me goonj chuke hain aur mujhe andar tak jhakjhor chuke hain.. <br />grah? <br />Tumne to grahan se nikal kar hume chamakaya hai... <br />phir ye kaise kaha tumne.. <br />grahon ka kaala saya jab ghabrahat deta hai... <br />to tumhara naam lene bhar se hi mann me roshni bhar jati hai... <br />phir ye kaise kaha tumne... <br />ek nahi hazar grahon se ladi ho tum.. <br />apne raksha mantr ke kavach se hamesha humein baandh kar rakha hai tumne.. <br />phir ye kaise kaha tumne... <br />grahon ne kai khel khele tumhare saath, akele joojh kar unse jeeti ho tum.. <br />3 ungliyon ko thaam kar har raat ka safar tay kiya hai tumne.. <br />aaj wo 3 haath tumhe sambhalne ko taiyar hain... <br />phir ye kaise kaha tumne.. <br />aur jahan tak tumhare grahoan ka lagna hai to apne grah to hamesha hamare saath rakhna.. <br />tabhi to aane wale har andhere ko hum tumhare grahon ki roshni se cheer payenge...</span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;; color:#333333;background:white"><span class="apple-style-span"></span></span></i><i><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height: 150%;font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-4583606008387014113?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-37155138065534092422010-09-19T21:51:00.003+05:302010-09-19T22:01:45.689+05:30Wo samay bhi tha jab akele sone ke khayal se bhi darr lagta tha...<div>Ab to akela hona aadat si hoti ja rahi...</div><div>Khaalipan kuchh is tarah mere saath rahne laga hai...</div><div>ki, mere aas paas ke log mujhe achhe nahi lagte...</div><div><br /></div><div>Bheed me ghabrana to shuru se hi aadat thi...</div><div>Par, bheed me koi dikhe hi nahi aisa ab hone laga hai...</div><div>Shor to shuru se hi khalta tha...</div><div>Par, aawazon ki bheed me kuchh na sunai dena...ye ab hone laga hai...</div><div><br /></div><div>Hasee to jaise gum gai hai kahin...</div><div>Wo jo chehre pe rahti ha har waqt, Use khud aaine me dekh ke darr jati hoon...</div><div>Ye to logon ko dikhane ke liye hai ki main khush hoon...</div><div>Par, khalipan ne mujhme "mujhe" chhoda hi nahi...</div><div>Darti hoon kahin khud ko hi na apni jhoothi hasee se samjhati rah jaaoon...</div><div><br /></div><div>Bhram me ulajh ke...</div><div>Shayad...</div><div>main akele mein ghut ghut ke mar jaaoon...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-3715513806553409242?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-89092981024623625442010-08-11T23:19:00.002+05:302010-08-11T23:35:54.098+05:30E'one thinks...She is a big girl..<div>But... she needs someone to hold her hand...<div><div><br /></div><div>E'one appreciates...She is mature enough to understand what this world is made up of...</div><div>But... she dreams of a world where one doesn't need to be careful...</div><div><br /></div><div>E'one believes...She is a strong girl as she never lets anyone know what she is going through...</div></div></div><div>But...she loses herself when she is with her loved ones...</div><div><br /></div><div><div><div><div>E'one sees...She never loses her smile...</div></div></div><div>But...she looks for the twinkle in her eyes...</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Thats life...nothing is the way you think...appreciate...believe...or see...</div><div>Nor is "SHE"...</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-8909298102462362544?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-17318289087461024522010-06-26T22:41:00.004+05:302010-06-26T23:30:56.706+05:30I know, I am a big girl...<div>I know, I have to be strong...</div><div><div>I know, I am going to pursue "Our Dream"...</div><div>I know, 2 years will fly so soon that we won't even realize...</div><div>I know, this had to happen one day...</div><div><br /></div><div>I know all this...But at the same time...</div><div><br /></div><div>I am your same lil khushi who used to sit and not sleep when it was bhai's turn to sleep beside you...</div><div>I am the same who used to seek your attention by kissing you when you got busy in dressing up bhai...</div><div>I am the same who used to come running whenever you came school to take me home....</div><div><br /></div><div>Mamma...</div><div>I know, I will never grow and alwaz be your lil girl...</div><div>I know, I will never be strong and alwaz need you by my side...</div><div>I know, I will alwaz feel like running away and coming back to you...</div><div>I know, these 2 years will be the longest for me...</div><div>I know, I don't want this to happen..</div><div><br /></div><div>:( :( :(</div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-1731828908746102452?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-79751534220987521082010-06-03T21:56:00.004+05:302010-06-08T23:51:53.619+05:30<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">When things go wrong and I start fighting with God, </span></b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">he plays smart...</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">he makes me think about all the special things I have in my life </span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">and I start thanking him...</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">That's not fair God...</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">You are mine, </span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">still I can't fight with you...</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-7975153422098752108?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-83265032905818743212010-06-03T09:32:00.009+05:302010-06-08T23:52:19.007+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/TActEVcxWxI/AAAAAAAAIv4/WZwuI1FER_4/s1600/71619-11-first-taste-of-rain.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/TActEVcxWxI/AAAAAAAAIv4/WZwuI1FER_4/s200/71619-11-first-taste-of-rain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478397024220044050" /></a><b>"Rimjhim ke tarane le k aayi barsaat<br />Yaad aai kisi se wo pahli mulaqaat"</b><br /><br />Nahi...Nahi...I din't recall any first meeting with anyone...I am just associating Rain with memories through these lines...<br />Almost everyone has a memory associated with rain...and I am no exception... aur abhi its raining outside so just reliving "my moments" of rain...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Memory 1 - (some 15-16 years back) Gaya -</span><br />I and bhai loved to go to Mrs. Naha's (our tuition teacher) place during rainy season...we used to force our rickshaw-wala "dukkhan bhaiya" to take the route which we called "Thanda wala raasta..." (coz it was covered with trees) where there was a b'ful house which we called "sheesha wala ghar" (coz the doors and windows were all made of glasses) and don't know how but we believed it to be Sushmita Sen's house... ;) {Uff this house has nothing to do with rain...U see..The memory lanes have no "no entry boards" but now I will stick to "Rain" )<br />So going to Mrs. Naha's place in rainy season was full of masti...The first xcitement we used to have was of wearing rain coat..Then on our way we used to deliberately drop our things on road and before dukkhan bhaiya got down to pick them up we used to jump from the rickshaw and njoi doin "chhai chhappa chhai" in water...<br /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/TAcvXJ8zWII/AAAAAAAAIwA/Vsbx_jnFuZg/s200/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478399546573936770" /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Memory 2 - Patna (when i was in St. Michael's)</span><br />Whenever it rained heavily and Mamma wanted me to not to go to school..I alwaz fought with her giving all sorts of xplanation that Why it was verrrrrrrrrrrry important to go to school on dat day only...Smtyms I used to succeed but many a times mamma ka gussa hi jeetta tha...<br />I just loved to go to school jis din baarish hoti thi...I have no reasons for that, bas I loved that...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Memory 3- Related to Archana (My friend)</span><br />Jab bhi baarish hoti thi she used to say "baap re kitni tez "Varsha" ho rahi hai..." uska baarish ko varsha kahna - funny lagta tha...and I used to laugh on that e'tym (I know it doesn't make any sense but friends ke saath non-sense baaton par hi hasee aati hai...)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Pune - Rain &amp; Memories...</span><br />June 2005 - I came to Pune with Maa to take admission over here...It used to rain heavily and continuously...Beauty was all around But I din't njoi coz I was sad- mamma admission ke baad humko yahan chhod k chali jati... :( Poor me...High fever, Rona dhona sab peak pe tha...<br />Phir mamma chali gai... Those days I hated rain...roz kapda dhona padta tha wo bhi khud se...ghar ganda hota tha..thand lagti thi...sab bura bura tha...<br />achha lagta tha sab par bas weekend par...<br />Weekend - Saurabh ka aana mumbai se...humlog ka bhai se milne NDA jana...wahan tab tak baithna jab tak visiting hours khatm nahi hota tha...phir lautte time kahin ruk ke kuchh khana...Us din pune ki baarish bahut achhi lagti thi par weekend khatm hote hi phir sab bura bura ho jata tha..<br />Phir mamma aa gai...when days used to b tough to baarish irritating lagti thi aur jab mood achha hota tha to baarish bas bollywood songs ki tarah lagti thi...<br />Par kuchh bhi ho...There are many "my moments of rain" here that have special place in my heart...<br /><br />Baarish me college jana (26kms) aur kabhi college se bhaagna...:)<br />Ghar pe Patna ke maurya lok ke dry chilli chicken ko yaad karte hue plan banana ki kya khana chahiye...<br />Apni hi balcony me chhata le k photoshoot...<br />Anku ke saath competition ki baarish se related kaun fb status me better gaana likhega... " Nahi didi ye tum nahi likhogi ye hum likhne wale..." aur jeet hamesha meri...<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Kitni baatein yaad aati hain...tasveerein si ban jati hain.... "</span><br /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/TAcwBEi1JnI/AAAAAAAAIwI/8bbjAJpzPIA/s200/img-thing.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478400266677331570" />One month and I will leave pune...Thank you God for these rains in which I am reliving my moments of rain and also treasuring many new memories...jaise Chhota ke saath bas bheegne ke liye scooty se airport road par drive...<br /><br />Rain rain don't go away... :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-8326503290581874321?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-70193949383528235052010-05-15T10:58:00.002+05:302010-05-15T11:01:36.469+05:30The memory lanes have no "NO ENTRY" boards... then why do we get caught and are made to pay the fine of tears when we enter some of them...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-7019394938352823505?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-86089222043748886962010-05-06T22:08:00.004+05:302010-05-06T22:23:50.846+05:30When you don't know what is good for you,<br />I am there to show what is best for you...<br />When you cry for things went wrong,<br />I am there to run and make things perfect for you...<br />When somebody tries to let you down,<br />I am there to fight for you...<br /><br />Yes I am there always...<br /><br />But whenever I am doing something for you...<br />You find me shouting at you...<br /><br />Yes I shout at you...<br />I keep shouting at you...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Why don't you understand what is best for you????"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Why can't you yourself make things perfect for you???"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Why can't you stand for yourself???"</span><br />............<br />..................<br />....................<br />.........................<br />...............................<br /><br />I shout coz I am afraid...<br /><br />What if one day something happens to you...<br />And...I am not there at that moment to support you...<br /><br />I shout coz I care for you...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-8608922204374888696?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-11910045259535718082010-05-01T17:26:00.001+05:302010-05-01T17:26:56.381+05:30"I wish I could be time...I will be able to fly and every1 will miss me when I am gone...."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-1191004525953571808?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-895296989631848312009-07-09T10:24:00.001+05:302009-07-09T10:25:42.753+05:30"Aasmaan paane ka khwaab dekho...<br />aur tumhare khwaabon me itni taakat hai ki<br />poora aasmaan tumhara hi hoga...."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-89529698963184831?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-75483184597005984612009-07-06T20:10:00.002+05:302009-07-06T20:16:27.054+05:30I have a volcano inside me...its active bt i only let myself burn...i dnt allow its lava to come outside coz i knw if i wl, it wnt b good 4 d "NOT SO GOOD" wrld arnd me...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-7548318459700598461?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-56194314710427561672008-08-24T14:08:00.004+05:302008-08-31T14:39:17.917+05:30I wanted to note it down dat day only...I and anku went to get some medicine on 20th...On our way my cute lil sis jo baat baat par ek question zaroor poochti hai suddenly said "Didi ek baat poochen? matlab aise hi poochenge....tum kuchh otherwise mat samajhna...." (dis is anku's xplanation wenever she is goin to ask nethin....)<br />Anyways I knew ki ab anku apni studies ko lekar jisme no doubt wo great hai...(touchwood)ek question karegi...jiska mere paas hamesha ki tarah answer hoga "yes tum sab kar sakti ho..."<br />so i said haan puchho...beg mat karo...(yes anku does beg jab usko kuchh poochna hota..[:P]...Like " Didi (read it maai jee) please (uski aankh me bahut bechara wala xpression hota) ek question karen???????" aur ye bolne ke baad uske chehre ka bhaav hota bahut dino se nahi khaya ek rupya de do...[:P] If anku reads dis she wl surely get [:(]....No lil sis i am not makin fun of u...i adore u chhota...<br />ok ok comin back to the topic...so anku's question was somethin that i was not at all xpecting..."Didi..tum nails kab badhana shuru ki?" (I must tell ki anku loves my left hand as she finds it xtremely sundar...bt still i cdnt get her ki y is she askin dis...)neways i replied dat as i remember 4m 10th...<br />to dis a next quesion was dere "nails jab bada hone lagta hai to ganda ho jata hai to kya karti ho...."<br />i gave answer to dat also aur tab bahut hesitate aur shy feel karte meli chhota poochi "hum badhayenge to kaisa lagega...???"<br />hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ok ok to jiska mujhe tha intezaar wo ghadi aa gayi...finally anku is takin interest in girlish acts...<br /><strong>so chhota tu chhoti se badi ho rahi hai</strong>....love u...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-5619431471042756167?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-68149362683288522292008-08-07T15:18:00.002+05:302010-05-05T23:22:53.373+05:30Your Expectations will come true when you will expect that the unexpected will happen...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-6814936268328852229?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-4009477254273071982008-07-08T17:48:00.001+05:302008-07-08T17:49:48.205+05:30Do not follow what the wrld does...Make your own path and let the wrld follow...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-400947725427307198?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-2726811226892910862008-06-29T23:53:00.001+05:302008-06-29T23:56:08.639+05:30<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lYn8DBFglVs&hl=en"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lYn8DBFglVs&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-272681122689291086?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-15958574789622359522008-06-29T23:44:00.000+05:302008-06-29T23:45:16.135+05:30" I find it fascinating that most people plan their vacations with better care than they plan their lives. Perhaps that is because escape is easier than change."--- Jim Rohn<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-1595857478962235952?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-75377719617527285262008-06-01T22:58:00.004+05:302008-12-12T04:27:51.555+05:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SELgpabFGzI/AAAAAAAABTo/3-iZXL7xiNM/s1600-h/0707-03SunInHand.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206971121265875762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SELgpabFGzI/AAAAAAAABTo/3-iZXL7xiNM/s200/0707-03SunInHand.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Suraj apni mutthi mein hai kulbula raha<br />Naya savera ris ris ke bahar hai aa raha<br />Talvon se kehti hai manzil mujhe utha lo<br />Waqt tumhara hai kismat ko gale laga lo<br />Abhi to sabko dhun per apni dekho nachayenge hum<br />Dekhegi duniya jalwe hamare yun jagmagayeinge hum....<br /><br /><p></p><br /><p>Hmmmmmmm...so wanna know what is on 7th June??? Bhai's P.O.P (passing out parade)...mera bhaiya - "Lieutenant Mrigank Nandan"...gudgudi karti hai ye soch...Maa ki jeet...Mka ka pehla itnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa bada achievement...Thank u Godjee...Alwaz be with us...Love Mka</p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-7537771961752728526?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-87215013892491007652008-04-27T23:23:00.005+05:302008-12-12T04:27:51.841+05:30<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SBS-U0KLhVI/AAAAAAAABQc/JbTysphbi1A/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193985535073027410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SBS-U0KLhVI/AAAAAAAABQc/JbTysphbi1A/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SBS-LUKLhUI/AAAAAAAABQU/PN3KMs7eJ9w/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SBS-BkKLhTI/AAAAAAAABQM/vE43wwdIkAY/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-8721501389249100765?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-37829499317032290122008-04-22T19:28:00.006+05:302008-12-12T04:27:52.201+05:30<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8D6kyStHI/AAAAAAAABPE/RKIpDYfdJR0/s1600-h/k3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192373200223384690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8D6kyStHI/AAAAAAAABPE/RKIpDYfdJR0/s200/k3.jpg" border="0" /></a>This moment is very dear to me...<br />It was 22nd March,this year only - A day after 21st march... <div><div><br /><div>21st March - Very special day of my life...A day jiska wait hum uske khatm hote hi shuru kar dete...Its my B'day...[:)]<br />So on 22nd March bhai ka shaam me call aaya dehradoon se...(My bhai is in IMA...June mein he will be Lieutenant...)<br />Bhai maa se baat kiya then humse baat karne laga...</div><br /><br /><div>He started telling me ki he went 4 liberty nd ek shop me wo chah ke bhi apne liye trousers nahi le paya qki uska account balance kam tha..<br /><br />Account balance kam !!!!!!!!!!! Uske 4 din phle hi bhai kaha tha ki uska atm nahi mil raha...I thought gaya sara paisa...Lekin jab tak is dukh me doobte ki bhai bola ki jitna paisa tha usse wo ek digi cam khareed liya hai...(I must tell u all ki bhai ke paas already ek digi cam hai...)To jaise hi hum sune ki wo naya digi cam khareeda hai, Hum to khushi se pooche ki yaani ab tum apna purana wala cam humko de doge????? Nd to my bestest surprise bhai kaha<br />"Nahi! Naya wala tumhre liye hai...Tumhara B'day Gift...."<br />Haah...I can't xplain ye likhte huye hum phir utne hi khush ho rahe hain jitne hum 22nd March ko ye sun kar huye the....Ye khushi hum chah kar bhi kabhi bhi wrds me likh hi nahi paayenge...<br />Bas , Bhai I love You...Aur hamesha aise hi rahna...Surprise gifts dene waale...[:P]<br />Now seriously This day is one of the bestest day of my life...Its Mka ke achievements ki shuruaat...ab koi Rok sako to rok lo....</div><a href="http://thesmileysite.com/smiley/id/4048"><img alt="033102bigblink_1_prv" src="http://thesmileysite.com/smileyimg/id/4048" border="0" /></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-3782949931703229012?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-8241683247901661572008-04-22T01:35:00.008+05:302008-12-12T04:27:52.439+05:30<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8ELkyStII/AAAAAAAABPM/Q2NpdF6AdoI/s1600-h/stressed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192373492281160834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8ELkyStII/AAAAAAAABPM/Q2NpdF6AdoI/s200/stressed.jpg" border="0" /></a>Its 1.35 a.m and phir wahi situation hai ki kya kare kya na kare....24th ko family law hai so uska final revision shuru kiye hain...i have a big prob...humko bina likhe yaad nahi hota...when i start studyin to pahle notes banate har topic ka nd jab revise karne baithte to sabka syopsis taiyar karte...thank god xam wae din revision time hum bina likhe revise kar lete... <div><div><p>I dnt knw whether ye likh likh ke padhne waali aadat ok hai ya nahi qki kabhi kabhi humko apni is aadat par bahut gussa aata b'coz it takes so much time...jo cheez hum padh kar ek ghante me khatm kar len usko likhne baithte to 2 ghanta lagta...par kya karen nahi likhe to aisa lagta ki kuchh padhe hi nahi...aur i can only read thru my own written notes...khud se padha khud se banaya else meri padhai hoti hi nahi....</p><p>khair ab to ye aadat lag chuki hai to ab kya chhootegi........to bas revision ho raha hai...had to finish revising family law by 6p.m today so that tmrw night nd nxt day till 3-4 p.m I can give time to Constitution...</p><p>I know is topic me hum kewal bakwaas likh rahe par abhi dimag me aur kuchh chal bhi nahi raha...i am just reminding my plan to me again nd again...</p><p>neways its 1.45 nd i hv to get bk to my revision so bbye...</p></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-824168324790166157?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-85663084295692380102008-04-20T15:41:00.005+05:302008-12-12T04:27:53.280+05:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8FG0yStLI/AAAAAAAABPk/z3oswYC20bU/s1600-h/angel10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192374510188410034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8FG0yStLI/AAAAAAAABPk/z3oswYC20bU/s200/angel10.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8E3kyStKI/AAAAAAAABPc/Fdf0VTbxW38/s1600-h/angel_backg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192374248195404962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8E3kyStKI/AAAAAAAABPc/Fdf0VTbxW38/s200/angel_backg.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8ExUyStJI/AAAAAAAABPU/Y1F2MCulV7I/s1600-h/angel11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192374140821222546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8ExUyStJI/AAAAAAAABPU/Y1F2MCulV7I/s200/angel11.jpg" border="0" /></a>Yeah angels do exist....Its not that I came to know this truth abhi abhi...I knew dis since my birth only cos God has made me a daughter of an angel only...And also my angel mamma is daughter of an angel only...<br />(Naah dis doesn't mean that I am also an angel...as Facebook has depicted about me that...<br />"You are a decent person, who generally strives to do the right thing. But you have a little evil streak that sometimes shows its face. Usually, this tiny villain only expresses itself in small or petty misdemeanors and mischievous acts, and because of this you aren’t a huge threat to the wellbeing and goodness of humanity. But in a way, your impishness is even more dangerous because it can be charming, entertaining, and even amusing. So we have to keep a careful eye on you to make sure that little devil stays under control." )<br /><br />Neways How Evil am I ? is not the topic...I am writin about angels...<br /><br />In this mean world...where everybody is so selfish and always lookin 4 an opportunity to take advantage of others nd then forget them...where when time comes ppl shed tears (d crocodile one) and get whatever they want and when it comes to them to help others they ask a Big "WHY?????????????"<br />I came across one more angel other than my amma(granny) nd maa...<br />She knows to love ppl unconditionally nd help them w'out thinking about herself...She feels other pains as they are her own nd she goes to any extent to bring a smile on d face of others...<br />I was surprised to find that I was wrong to think dat God made only amma nd maa like dis...No, angels do exist like the one new angel i have found...<br /><br />I just want to say to u my new angel dat may God gives u all d happiness and may u dnt come across mean ppl like amma nd maa came across...Always b happy...Love u...</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-8566308429569238010?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-6773710146898431192008-04-19T02:17:00.005+05:302008-12-12T04:27:53.482+05:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8FaEyStMI/AAAAAAAABPs/wSDK0xnHLqw/s1600-h/LawBooks.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192374840900891842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8FaEyStMI/AAAAAAAABPs/wSDK0xnHLqw/s200/LawBooks.jpg" border="0" /></a>Last 20 days se its a usual affair for me to sleep at 3, 4 or 5 in the morning...Its all because of the tension of xams that are goin 2 start 4m 24th..I have to do my best this time...Its my graduation year...<br />U reading this blog mst b thinkin xam ka tension aur blogging....to haan bhai haan i needed a break..kuchh karna tha aur maa d anku to so chuki to akele bhoot types kya karte khud ko chillax karne k liye...to bas...<br />I f u r reading this then please do pray for me and wish me luck....<br />God aap to padh hi rahe hain ye sab to please...............Be wid me....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-677371014689843119?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-91508316561462303652008-04-18T18:41:00.008+05:302008-12-12T04:27:53.706+05:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8FtEyStNI/AAAAAAAABP0/xwwOjaZaK7g/s1600-h/angrysmiliypinbadge.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192375167318406354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8FtEyStNI/AAAAAAAABP0/xwwOjaZaK7g/s200/angrysmiliypinbadge.jpg" border="0" /></a>"kyun tu aaj itna vahashi hai,<br />mijaaz mein majaaz hai ai gam-e-dil<br />kyun apane aap se khafa khafa zara zara sa naaraaz hai dil<br />....."<br /><div><div><div><p>There are so many things jiska gussa hum apne andar dabaye ja rahe...sometimes i feel too negative about many things...i want to erase those things permanently but......kyunki maa kahti hai let "God jee" decide the fate of the devils....fine...will keep my anger to myself then....<br /></p></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-9150831656146230365?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-29925849475545791162008-04-07T15:00:00.007+05:302008-04-19T02:49:52.133+05:30<table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tr><td><embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" width="328" height="94" src="http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&autoPlay=no&theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/5f44e3ec-d8b8-431d-b860-357430431c5d&theName=ta ra ra rump-ta ra rum pum&thePlayerURL=http://www.esnips.com//escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"></embed></td></tr><tr><td><table cellpadding="2" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; padding-left:2px; color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none ; ; font-size:10px; font-weight:bold"><tr><td><a style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&objectid=5f44e3ec-d8b8-431d-b860-357430431c5d"> Get this widget </a></td><td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;">|</td><td align="center"><a align="center" style="color:#FFFFFF; text-decoration:none " href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/5f44e3ec-d8b8-431d-b860-357430431c5d/ta-ra-ra-rump-ta-ra-rum-pum/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"> Track details </a></td><td style="font-size:7px; font-weight:normal;">|</td><td><a align="center" style="color:#FF6600; text-decoration:none" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&cid=player_dna&url=/socialdna"> eSnips Social DNA </a></td></tr></table></td></tr></table><br />Everyone's life has its own ups and downs...Mka ki life ki bhi apni kahani hai...Life has given us also its own sweet surprises and shocks...<br /><br />There are many moments when we had literally nothing...Ekdum Hindi movie jaisa...Ghar ka raashan almost nil...Wallet me money almost nil...etc. etc. etc.<br /><br />Par humlog poor kabhi bhi nahi ho paaye...jo chaha ki, v feel low uski ye chah kabhi poori nahi ho paayi...bcoz v r rich...<strong>v have us</strong>...humlog adverse conditions ko bhi ek dusre ke saath hans ke baante hain...aur agar kuchh nahi hai aur kuchh mann hua to hans ke ek dusre se kahe hain "Humlog poor ho gaye hain..."<br /><br />That is y i knw ki apni is life me humlog kabhi bhi poor na huye hain aur na kabhi honge...Is feelings ke liye "<strong>Thanks Maa..."</strong><br /><p>qki tumhi to ho jo hamesha kahi humlog se </p><p>Ho agar kabhi koi gum </p><p>To bilkul na tum ghabrana</p><p>Ta ra ra ra rum tararumpum 2</p><p>Bas rahe yakin yeh tumko</p><p>Kushiyon ko to hai aana</p><p>Ta ra ra ra rum tararumpum 2</p><p>Raat hai to savera bhi hoga</p><p>Hai Safar to basera bhi hoga</p><p>Gum ke aage muskurake </p><p>Gaye hum</p><p>Ta ra ra ra rum tararumpum 2</p><p>Zindagi mein koi bhi kami ho</p><p>Palkon pe jo zara bhi nami ho</p><p>Asun na bahana tum</p><p>Dukh na uthana tum</p><p>Haar na jana duniya se</p><p>Darna kabhi na tum</p><p>Rehna na gumsum</p><p>Has ke batana duniya se</p><p>Aayenge phir se din khushiyon ke</p><p>Badlega yeh mausam</p><p>Ta ra ra ra rum tararumpum 2</p><p>Koi aandhi jo aaye to aaye</p><p>Dil mein hai jo diya bujh na paaye</p><p>Kaali kaali raatein ho</p><p>Chahe jaise baatein ho </p><p>Humko hai chalte rehna</p><p>Jo bhi aaye muskhil </p><p>Dare nahi kabhi dil</p><p>Apna to hai yeh kehna</p><p>Lamhe bhar to chhaye ghata to </p><p>Dhoop na ho maddham</p><p>Ta ra ra ra rum tararumpum 2</p><p>aur khushi hamesha rahi humlog ke paas chahe kitni bhi nazar lagane ki koshish hi bahuton ne q na ki..."<strong>thanks maa...</strong>"</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-2992584947554579116?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-64275354113115138262008-03-25T10:46:00.005+05:302008-12-12T04:27:53.899+05:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8GWEyStOI/AAAAAAAABP8/QveueuyO_rg/s1600-h/chup.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192375871693042914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8GWEyStOI/AAAAAAAABP8/QveueuyO_rg/s200/chup.jpg" border="0" /></a>When i think about today and me, I find -<br />There are so many things tht i want to say...but i can't...because my words can do anything...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-6427535411311513826?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-75109167686099899182008-03-25T10:43:00.004+05:302008-12-12T04:27:54.011+05:30<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8G00yStPI/AAAAAAAABQE/Z7wrFDFkBmQ/s1600-h/confused.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192376399974020338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8G00yStPI/AAAAAAAABQE/Z7wrFDFkBmQ/s200/confused.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA78UEySs6I/AAAAAAAABNc/5BEW3kghxC4/s1600-h/confused.jpg"></a><div><div></div><div>"There was a past...<br />When I was sure that my tomorrow,will be just so beautiful and perfect....<br />And Now,It is today...<br />and I am wondering,<br />Wht will be my tomorrow???"<br /><br />-Khushi...(19th Feb'08)</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-7510916768609989918?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-77590510208424138912007-10-29T20:42:00.003+05:302008-12-12T04:27:54.248+05:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8C6EyStGI/AAAAAAAABO8/4qamw9a0HiA/s1600-h/kids-playing-silhouette-777806.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192372092121822306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8C6EyStGI/AAAAAAAABO8/4qamw9a0HiA/s200/kids-playing-silhouette-777806.jpg" border="0" /></a> Not my wrds but my feelings....<br /><br />Oh those beautiful childhood days<br />I do miss them in many ways<br />Free periods in the school when we used to roam around<br />Cool games that we used to play in the ground<br />Small fights with friends that lasted for short duration of time<br />Interesting classes when we were taught the nursery rhyme<br />School lunch break when we used to share our food<br />Punishments in class when on the bench we stood<br />Tours in school that we were excited about<br />Free periods in class when we used to shout<br />Rushing out of the school to catch the school bus<br />When we used to reach home in a total mess<br />Little games in the evening when we all friends used to gather<br />Those beautiful days when we had nothing to bother<br />Now life has become hectic and has increased its pace<br />We have to rush and struggle hard to win the life's race<br />Sometimes I wish would those golden days come back again?<br />When we were always happy sans any pain<br />Oh those beautiful childhood days<br />I do miss them in many ways<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-7759051020842413891?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-68871072251097244932007-10-16T22:56:00.002+05:302008-12-12T04:27:54.394+05:30<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8CWkyStFI/AAAAAAAABO0/J4cCpVUpksg/s1600-h/mka.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192371482236466258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8CWkyStFI/AAAAAAAABO0/J4cCpVUpksg/s200/mka.jpg" border="0" /></a>Mera mann laut jana chahta hai "gaya" ke dinon mein...<br /><div><div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Jab hum, maa, bhai chhoti si anku ko hasane me lage rahte the...</div><div align="justify">Jab humlog antakshari khela karte the aur maa usko record kiya karti thi...</div><div align="justify">Jab hum bhajan ke naam par "mana ki college mein padhna chahiye likhna chahiye" gaate the aur bhai humko chidhata tha...</div><div align="justify">Jab hum aur bhai bhajan ki tarah haath jod kar " kaash koi ladka/ladki mujhe pyaar karta " gaate the...</div><div align="justify">Jab thursday ko dosa wala ghar ke bahar "tan tan" bajata tha aur hum aur bhai daudte the...</div><div align="justify">Jab hum aur bhai "dukkhan" ke rikshe se school jaate the...</div><div align="justify">Maa jo do rupya deti thi week me ek din, us 2 rupye se lunch me "budhiya ka samosa ya aaloo kachalu" ya phir chhutti mein "kush ki chaat"...kya khayenge ye plan banate the...</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Jab a.p colony ms. naha ke yahan jaate hue rikshe wale ko tang karte the...</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Jab baarish me jaan boojh ke pen rikshe se neeche gira ke rain coat pahen kar neeche paani me utar ke "chhap chhap" karte the...</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Jab raat me maa ke paas kaun soyega iske liye ladte the aur jeet meri hi hoti thi...</div><div align="justify">Jab amma kuchh likhne deti thi aur hod lagti thi ki pahle kaun likhega aur amma kisko jyada achha bolengi................................</div><div align="justify">No doubt mann lautta hai in dinon mein jab bhi inko yaad karte hain par ye bhi kahta hai ki "kitna achha hota ki ye sab kabhi khatm nahi hota..." <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/RxT4iMAt2aI/AAAAAAAAACE/BGQAt9k7h1s/s1600-h/474405109206_0_ALB.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-6887107225109724493?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-20215978553625051332007-10-11T09:34:00.002+05:302008-12-12T04:27:54.525+05:30<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8B_EyStEI/AAAAAAAABOs/IHYhX8lWW4M/s1600-h/love.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192371078509540418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8B_EyStEI/AAAAAAAABOs/IHYhX8lWW4M/s200/love.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><div><div>Pyaar...ek ehsaas jiska naam lete hi ek khushi mehsoos hoti hai...<br />Pyaar...wo ehsaas jo chhoti chhoti baaton par kabhi hasee to kabhi aansu de jata hai..<br />Pyaar...iske bina there can't xist anything...<br />I LOVE YOU....Ye sun ke one feels secured...complete...<br />Pyaar...jis par kitna bhi kuchh likh-bol len par phir bhi isko completely xpress nahi kar sakte...</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-2021597855362505133?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-30132267411315352102007-09-26T09:40:00.003+05:302008-12-12T04:27:54.916+05:30<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8BnUyStDI/AAAAAAAABOk/DnrwLK3RDcA/s1600-h/01-black-clouds.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192370670487647282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8BnUyStDI/AAAAAAAABOk/DnrwLK3RDcA/s200/01-black-clouds.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Many</span> a times we feel that...</span><br /><div><div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Things are "<strong>Perfect</strong>..."</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">We pray to God...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">"Please keep things like this only, <strong>forever</strong>..."</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">"<strong>Touchwood</strong>"- This word comes in our mind, again and again...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">But...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Life has its own "<strong>surprises</strong>"</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">It has its own "<strong>ups &amp; downs</strong>"</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">As it is said...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">"Morning comes after the dark night"</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">The opposite also exists...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">"The dark, scary night also comes after the bright days..."</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Things are never the same in one's life...</span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-3013226741131535210?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-26620780297231626112007-06-25T09:12:00.001+05:302008-12-12T04:27:55.538+05:30<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8A8UyStCI/AAAAAAAABOc/aD8qK-IMOp0/s1600-h/10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192369931753272354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8A8UyStCI/AAAAAAAABOc/aD8qK-IMOp0/s200/10.jpg" border="0" /></a>23rd June’2007 –<br /><br />2day I went to meet my friends...<br />Vandana, Reena, Aakanksha, Archana 1 and Archana 2… (This 1 – 2 title was given to them in school as there were 2 archana in d class) so still when both r present v call dem 1 and 2 only…<br />We all decided to meet at maurya lok (place where we went 4 party since v were in tenth) at 12...<br /><br />Dis get together credit goes to me..Bcoz I initiated d talk..<br />And this get to was spl. as v all were meeting after a long time..esp. it was spl. 4 archana 2 coz she disappeared after 12th and v were meeting after a long gap of 3yrs. Long time it is. Isn’t it?<br />All of us were too excited. D get to plans started on 22nd only on phone...<br /><br />So I reached maurya lok at 1 pm. 1 hr late. Tab tak sab aa chuke the...Reena was d fst one to b dere...i got late due to archana as madam last moment confirm ki tht she wl b goin to maurya lok and then she said ki saath chalte hain..12 baje I went to keshav place and waited 4 15 mins tab “miss delhi” humko dikhayi di..aur uske baad auto search shuru hua and finally v reached maurya lok at around 1….All were waiting and rickshaw se utarte ke saath v started laughing at stupid things jiski aadat humlogon ko school se hai.v laugh at such things jispe dusre kisi ko hasee nahi aati..<br />And this laughter session continued till v departed..<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/RoHjv5U9ygI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Rc8fME4Omfk/s1600-h/854633919206_0_ALB.jpg"></a>Aakanksha was dressed in her best coz I tld her tht I wl b bringing d camera..Archana 1 was as usual sweet and simple..Reena and vandana were also d same..haan koi badla hua tha not nature wise but boli badli hui thi archana 2 ki..typical delhi waali..main main main..and aakanksha was at her best in teasing her..one of the memorable line by aakansha was “haan bhai humlog ki to bahen hoti hai, archana ki sister hoti hai”..<br /><br />When v went 4 lunch, order decide karne me time laga..vandana eats ghaas phus to uske liye alag dish order hui jo bahut kharab thi..ours chicken and fried rice was good..<br /><br />Ab ye kaise ho sakta tha ki humlog sab mile ho aur sabke love life ke bare me baat na ho..so I asked taking a sip of coke chalo sab disclose karo kiski life me kaun hai? And as I completed my question, to our surprise archana 2 spoke..khushboo I miss school ka canteen wala and ice cream wala…tht time d laugh was uncontrollable and I spit d cold drink on d restaurant’s floor..<br />Uffffff..phir 10th ki memories..humlogon ka assembly ke pahle class me gana gaana..v had a spl. song 4 us then “safed sherwaani wala ghar mere bhi laao, main kunwaari kab tak baithoon..band mera bhi bajwao..arey jaise bhi chalta hai chakkar chalao..meri shaadi karwao…” dis v used to sing daily..<br />Class ke kis ladke ka kya naam rakhe the..etc. etc. etc. ki baat..ek dusre ko chidhana..aur sab karte karte ek ke baad ek sabka mobile ring hona shuru hua..hmm means ghar se phone..time to go bk home…<br /><br />So wid a smile on face and wish in heart ki aisa get together phir jaldi hi ho v left maurya lok..<br />Kuchh bhi ho friends ke saath ka ye samay humlog sabki life me zaruri hota hai jab v forget all our worries..our present..v just go bk to those days of school jahan sirf masti, fun, aur be sir pair ki baaton par hasee thi…<br /><br />Indeed…<br /><br />Yaaron dosti badi hi haseen hai<br />yeh na ho to kya phir<br />bolo ye zindagi hai<br />Koi to ho raazadaar<br />begaraz tera ho yaar<br /><br />Teri har ek burai pe<br />dante vo dost<br />Gum ki ho dhup to saaya bane<br />tera vo dost<br /><br />Yaaron dosti badi hi haseen hai<br />yeh na ho to kya phir<br />bolo ye zindagi hai<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/RoHj_JU9yhI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kjLLZHGfAeU/s1600-h/656733919206_0_ALB.jpg"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-2662078029723162611?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-14945445161907586372007-05-28T22:20:00.001+05:302008-12-12T04:27:55.693+05:30<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8AlkyStBI/AAAAAAAABOU/V81-JxrVsHM/s1600-h/Amma.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192369540911248402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8AlkyStBI/AAAAAAAABOU/V81-JxrVsHM/s200/Amma.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;">Aaj tumne kaha hai –<br />Kabhi jana to padega hi,<br />‘Apne Ghar’!<br /><br />Kya hua hai tumhe nahi maaloom<br />Par yah sun kar bahut dukh hua hai!<br />Yah soch, kitna bhaybhit kar gai hai<br />Ki tum kabhi, hamare saath nahi bhi rahogi!<br />-Chup-chap chal dogi<br />Hamare mann ke bhitar,<br />Sapno ki rekhaein kheench kar!<br />Waise main bhi jaanti hun –<br />‘Apna ghar apna hota hai<br />Apne ghar ke aangan me<br />Mann sapno ke moti bota hai’<br />Par kya, ye tumhara ghar nahi?<br />Hum tumhare nahi?<br />Agar nahi, to batana padega –<br />Kyon nahi?<br />Abhi-abhi to<br />tumhare mehatva ko samjhi hun<br />ye baat samajh me aayi hai-<br />tum hamare liye kya ho,<br />is tarah, jaane ki baat mat karo –<br />aur kuch nahi, to hamare bare me socho<br />kya meri likhi ye kavita –<br />tum bhula paogi?<br />‘Amma door kahin na jana<br />Alag na hamse hona<br />Khali ho jayega tere bin<br />Mann ka har kona’<br />Vishwas karo,<br />Is Sach Se Badhkar Koi Sach Nahi Hai!!<br /><br />This one 4 "amma"- meri naani maa..i wrote it on 22nd Mar,1998 ..</span> <div align="justify"><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Love u amma<em>..</em></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-1494544516190758637?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-11299402625604081212007-05-28T22:15:00.001+05:302008-12-12T04:27:55.836+05:30<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8ADkyStAI/AAAAAAAABOM/Sn2fdJ4fUxU/s1600-h/selfish.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192368956795696130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA8ADkyStAI/AAAAAAAABOM/Sn2fdJ4fUxU/s200/selfish.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;">Apraadh kar ke koi chup-chap chal deta hai<br />Koi bin kiye apraadh ke lapet me aa jata hai!<br /><br />Vastutah apraadh,<br />Aadmi ke sir par nahi likha hota<br />Log kisi ko apraadhi, saabit kar dete hain!<br /><br />Niyamtah court me, saboot aur sakshya ki<br />Zarurat padti hai<br />Par ab to apne bhi,<br />Begunahi ka saboot maangte hain!<br /><br />Faansi ki saza paaye vyakti ko<br />Samay se pahle mar jaane ka gham hota hai<br />Par aaj ka aadmi!<br />Wah to jeete jee apne mar jaane ka dukh,<br />Apne kandhon par dhota hai!<br /><br />Kahne ko to manushya chaand par ja pahuncha,<br />Grahon ki parikrama bhi kar li<br />Par kya sach-much,<br />Usne pragati ke shikhar chhu liye hain ?<br />Nahi, wah to pauranik kaal ke logon se<br />Zyada pichhad chuka hai!<br />Aadmi ne auzaar to bahut banaye,<br />Par sahi istemaal karma nahi seekh saka<br />Pustakein to bahut padh li par koi prakash bahar faile<br />Iske pahle hi,<br />Dil ka darwaza band kar liya!<br /><br />Bahrupiya bana aaj ka aadmi,<br />Pyaar, daya, karuna se pare ho gaya<br />Maanav jeevan ishwar ka vardaan hai<br />Is seedhi si baat ko bhool gaya!<br /><br />Dukh hota hai humein, aaj ke aadmi par<br />Aadmi-aadmi ke beech ki pehchaan<br />Khatm ho gai!<br /><br />Aur ashcharya! Jab maut aakar –<br />Kisi ko is duniya se le jaati hai<br />To haatho me rumaal liye maatampursi manane ko<br />Log ikatthe ho jate hain<br />Dikhave ke aansuon ke saath!<br /><br />All Are Selfish In This World!!<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-1129940262560408121?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2325195639520189236.post-87225487421108760352007-05-28T22:08:00.001+05:302008-12-12T04:27:56.013+05:30<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA7_T0ySs_I/AAAAAAAABOE/CdfgZARVYKQ/s1600-h/scaredbaby300.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192368136456942578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ypl_gGN-pjg/SA7_T0ySs_I/AAAAAAAABOE/CdfgZARVYKQ/s200/scaredbaby300.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Bachpan ka wah lamha –<br />Jahan neend ki pariyan<br />Lori gaane ko aati hain,<br />Maine nahi dekha!<br /><br />Maine nahi dekha, kaath ke ghode ke sang –<br />Apne dada ko ghoda bante,<br />Us par mujh jaise nausikhiye savaar ke<br />Haath me chabuk dekh kar,<br />Dadi ko khilkhilate!<br /><br />Main ‘Us Vyakti’ ki ungli thaam kar chali nahi<br />Kabhi ladi nahi, kabhi machli nahi,<br />Kabhi zidd nahi thaani!<br />Kabhi pyaar se usne paas bulaya nahi,<br />Kabhi haath thaam kar paas bithaya nahi,<br />Kabhi nahi sunai koi aisi kahani –<br />Jo mujhe sapno ke mele me ghumati!<br /><br />Hosh sambhalne ke baad se<br />Ya uske pahle se hi,<br />Maine ‘Ghar’ me keval ‘Darr’ dekha<br />Keval gaaliyan suni (jiska arth nahi maaloom tha)<br />Aankhon se angaare baraste dekhe<br />Sahmi maa ke aankhon me aansun dekhe<br />Baat-bebaat cheezon ko tahas-nahas hote dekha<br />Ek bhayankar kuhraam ke beech –<br />‘Niklo’ ‘Bhaago’ jaise shabd sune!<br />Yah bhi suna…………………………….<br />‘Dhool phaankne’ ki naubat ayegi ‘tab dekhna’!<br /><br />Apmaan ka dard mere chhote se mann ko bhi hota raha<br />Aur bahut jaldi hi –<br />Main roti ki keemat pehchanne lagi!<br />Saath hi, har haal me pet bharne ki majburi bhi<br />Samajh aayi!<br /><br />Samay apni chaal se sarakta raha<br />Yahi sab dekhte sunte main 12 saal ki ho gai<br />Atyachaar jab seema ko laangh chuka,<br />Maa hame le kar alag ho gai<br />Bahut saari ummeedein mar chuki thi<br />Phir bhi, maa ne aisa nahi socha tha…………….<br />Humne bhi nahi socha tha………….<br />Lekin rahi sahi soch bhi mar gai<br />Jab roti-data ne roti ki keemat par<br />Chintan karne ko kaha!!<br /><br />Apmaan aur laanchhan ki aag se<br />Keval maa hi nahi guzri, hum bhi shaamil the<br />Aur shaamil thi ‘Amma’<br />Hamari grandma!<br /><br />Phir bhi, apni seemit soch liye<br />Hum haste rahe, khelte rahe<br />Aapas me chhoti-chhoti baat par jhagadte rahe!<br /><br />Ek din puchha tha ‘Usne’<br />‘Mujhse kya shikayat hai,<br />Kya nahi diya maine?<br />Phir bhi kuch shikayat hai to kaho?’<br /><br />Badi hairat hui thi mujhe!<br />Badi mushkil se kaha tha<br />Shikayat aur aapse!<br />To main kahan se shuru karun?<br /><br />Ab kuch dino baad hi<br />Umra ki nayi seedhi par main paaon rakhungi<br />Dusron ke pita ko dekh kar –<br />Mann karta tha – kaash hum bhi yah sab paate,<br />Par ab main sehajta se kahti hun –<br />Mujhe ‘Pita’ naam se chidh hai!<br /><br />Umra ke bayalisve padav par aa kar<br />Jis vyakti ko ‘Pita’ ka arth samajh me aaya<br />Use bachchon ka arth kabhi nahi samajh me aayega!<br /><br />Log galat nahi kahte –<br />Kisi ladki ka koi ‘Ghar’ nahi hota<br />Par main, apne ko samarth bana kar<br />Nishchit hi, apna ghar banaungi<br />Kyonki,<br />“Apna ghar apna hota hai,<br />Apne ghar ke aangan me<br />Mann sapno ke moti bota hai”<br /></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2325195639520189236-8722548742110876035?l=khushikiduniya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Khush...http://www.blogger.com/profile/06531541347789592917noreply@blogger.com3