Monday, June 4, 2012

Ladkiyan apas me Gale Milte waqt Kya Sochti Hai...?

Ladkiyan apas me Gale Milte waqt Kya Sochti Hai...?
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Is K To Mujh se B Zyada 'Bade' Ho Gye hai... !!!
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Pta nai kaunsa shampoo use karti hai "BAALON" pe !!!
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( O bhai sudhar jaa, hath jodta hoon, salam teri soch ko :P xD )
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Saturday, February 5, 2011

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Saturday, January 22, 2011

HOW POOR..!! - Beautiful Story :]

How the POOR LIVE


One day, a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family. On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, “How was the trip?”

“It was great, Dad.”

“Did you see how poor people live?” the father asked.

“Oh yeah,” said the son.

“So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.

The son answered, “I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden, and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden, and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard, and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on, and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us; they have friends to protect them.”

The boy’s father was speechless.

Then his son added, “Thanks, Dad, for showing me how poor we are.

Prem Patra - ;)

Johnny Mera Naam
Piya Ka Ghar
Choukee No. 11
Teesri Manzil
China Town



Date: Nav Do Gyarah

My Dear ‘Anamica':

You must be surprised to receive this ‘Prem Patra' from me. Let me make my
‘Pahechan' to you as ‘Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge'. Though I am an
‘Awaara', I am also your ‘Deewana'.

I am making you a ‘Prarthna' to enter my ‘Zindagi' as a ‘Priyatama'. Even
though I do not have any ‘Sambandh' with you, I still consider you as my
‘Dream Girl' with ‘Lal Dupatta Malmal Ka'. There are only ‘Do Raaste' left
for me. One is to get your love by ‘Tyag' or to go the ‘Rangeela' way.

Wouldn't you like to be ‘Mere Jeevan Saathi' as you are ‘Lakhon Mein Ek'? I
also hope that you will ‘Guide' me in ‘Bahar' as we are made for ‘Ek Duje Ke
Liye'.

We will live in ‘Naya Zamana' where we will have a ‘Suhana Safar'. In this
‘Himalay Ki God Mein', our ‘Bandhan' is going to tied with ‘Preet Ki Dor'. I
hope that we will have nothing but ‘Anand' in ‘Ye Dillagi'.

Aren't you bored of ‘Akele Hum Akele Tum' life? Let this ‘Baazigar' be your
‘Boy Friend' and we start ‘Pehli Mohabbat'. This ‘Chahat' is going to lead
to a ‘Milan' where you are going to call me everyday for ‘Aao Pyar Karen'.

Now, ‘Phir Kab Miloge' as ‘Tumse Accha Kaun Hein'? As you know my love is
‘Himalay Se Uncha' and hopefully our ‘Mulakat' will be ‘An Evening in Paris'.
‘Aa Gale Lag Jaa'!

‘Hum Aapke Hain Koun...?'
-- Prem Pujaari

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

The GIRL I Knew Who Made ME FEEL SPECIAL...!! :(

I would mark every day on my body,since the day i started loving you,to remember how it felt to not have you..my love 4 you increases with every second I breath thinking of you.I tried to never fall 4 you because i knew i would end up losing my own self.I have tried to hate u the most in this world,but i ended up loving u more than my own soul.Why does this circumstance have to come where to keep you happy i lose the ownership to my own life,..Does love always means loving someone and being loved by the same ,then what would we say,if we love someone and remain silent just because you want to c her happy..?


(long back,it was just a crush maybe...was too senti that time...hehe)

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Love Story - Found it on the net some months back ... its beautiful ... i'm sure u'l LOVE it ...!!

10th grade


As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.


11th grade
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.


Senior year
The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.


Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.


A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.


Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to my self, and I cried.

Shayari - 2

DREAM seems more realistic than life, The Only place i felt i am YOUR's, You will be the girl i LOVED FOREVER,coz LOVE i did not to get it in return,People say we get only something's of what we WANT, BUT if you where my EVERYTHING, WHAT WAS THE SOMETHING THAT I GOT..?