Yeh meri talash ka jurm hai,
Ya meri wafa ka kasoor,
Jo dil ka eetne kareeb hai,
Woh nazar se utna hi dur hai
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Kabhi Kabhi Aditi Zindagi Me - Lyrics and Video
Kabhi Kabhi Aditi Zindagi Me Yun Hi Koi Apna Lagta Hai Kabhi Kabhi Aditi Woh Bichad Jaaye Toh Ek Sapna Lagta Hai Aise Me Koi Kaise Apne Aansuon Ko Behnay Se Roke Aur Kaise Koi Sochle Ki Everything'S Gonna Be Okay Kabhi Kabhi Toh Lage Zindagi Me Rahi Na Khushi Aur Na Maza Kabhi Kabhi Toh Lage Har Din Mushkil Aur Har Pal Ek Saza Aise Me Koi Kaise Muskuraaye, Kaise Has De Khush Hoke Aur Kaise Koi Sochle Ki Everything'S Gonna Be Okay Soch Zara Jan-E-Jaan Tujh Ko Hum Kitna Chahte Hain Rotay Hain Hum Bhi Agar Tere Aankhon Me Aansun Aate Hain Gaana Toh Aata Nahi Hai Magar Phir Bhi Hum Gaate Hain Hey Aditi Maan Kabhi--Kabhi Saare Jahan Me Andhera Hota Hai Lekin Raat Ke Baad Hi Toh Savera Hota Hai Kabhi Kabhi Aditi Zindagi Me Yun Hi Koi Apna Lagta Hai Kabhi Kabhi Aditi Woh Bichar Jaye Toh Ek Sapna Lagta Hai Hey Aditi Has De Has De Has De Has De Has De Has De Tu Zara Nahi Toh Bas Thoda Thoda Thoda Thoda Thoda Thoda Muskura Tu Khush Hai Toh Lage Kay Jahan Main Chaiyi Hai Khushi Sooraj Nikle Baadalon Se Aur Bantay Zindagi Sun Toh Zara Madhosh Hawa--Tujhse Kehne Lagi Ki Aditi Woh Jo Bichadte Hain Ik Na Ik Din Phir Mil Jate Yeh Aditi Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na Phool Phir Khil Jate Hain Kabhi Kabhi Aditi Zindagi Me Yun Hi Koi Apna Lagta Hai Kabhi Kabhi Aditi Who Bichad Jaye Toh Ek Sapna Lagta Hai Hey Aditi Has De Has De Has De Has De Has De Has De Tu Zara -- 5X Nahi Toh Bas Thoda Thoda Thoda Thoda Thoda Thoda Muskura -- 5X
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Law of Garbage Truck
How often do you let other people's nonsense change your mood?
Do you let a bad driver, rude waiter, curt boss, or an insensitive employee ruin your day? However, the mark of a successful person is how quickly one can get back their focus on what's important. Da vi d J. Pollay explains his story in this way….
Sixteen years ago I learned this lesson. I learned it in the back of a New York City taxi cab. Here's what happened. I hopped in a taxi, and we took off for Grand Central Station. We were dri vi ng in the right lane when, all of a sudden, a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his breaks, skidded, and missed the other car's back end by just inches!
The driver of the other car, the guy who almost caused a big accident, whipped his head around and he started yelling bad words at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean…he was friendly. So, I said, 'Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!'
And this is when my taxi driver told me what I now call, 'The Law of the Garbage Truck.'
'Many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it. And if you let them, they'll dump it on you. When someone wants to dump on you, don't take it personally.. You just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. You'll be happy you did.'
I started thinking, how often do I let Garbage Trucks run right over me? And how often do I take their garbage and spread it to other people: at work, at home, on the streets? It was that day I said, 'I'm not going to do it anymore.'
Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets. Love the people who treat you right. Forget about the ones who don't. Believe that everything happens for a reason. Never let the garbage truck run over you….
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Do you let a bad driver, rude waiter, curt boss, or an insensitive employee ruin your day? However, the mark of a successful person is how quickly one can get back their focus on what's important. Da vi d J. Pollay explains his story in this way….
Sixteen years ago I learned this lesson. I learned it in the back of a New York City taxi cab. Here's what happened. I hopped in a taxi, and we took off for Grand Central Station. We were dri vi ng in the right lane when, all of a sudden, a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his breaks, skidded, and missed the other car's back end by just inches!
The driver of the other car, the guy who almost caused a big accident, whipped his head around and he started yelling bad words at us. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean…he was friendly. So, I said, 'Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital!'
And this is when my taxi driver told me what I now call, 'The Law of the Garbage Truck.'
'Many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it. And if you let them, they'll dump it on you. When someone wants to dump on you, don't take it personally.. You just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. You'll be happy you did.'
I started thinking, how often do I let Garbage Trucks run right over me? And how often do I take their garbage and spread it to other people: at work, at home, on the streets? It was that day I said, 'I'm not going to do it anymore.'
Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets. Love the people who treat you right. Forget about the ones who don't. Believe that everything happens for a reason. Never let the garbage truck run over you….
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Letter to God - A funny Indian Story
A little boy wanted Rs.50 very badly and prayed for weeks, but nothing happened.
Finally he decided to write God a letter requesting the Rs.50.
When the postal authorities received the letter addressed to God, INDIA, they decided to forward it to the President of the India as a joke. The President was so amused, that he instructed his secretary to send the little boy Rs.20.
The President thought this would appear to be a lot of money (Rs.50) to a little boy,
and he did not want to spoil the kid.
The little boy was delighted with Rs.20, and decided to write a thank you note to God, which read:
"Dear God: Thank you very much for sending the money.
However, I noticed that you sent it through the
Rashtrapati Bhavan in New Delhi, and those donkeys deducted Rs.30 as tax .. "
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August 8 2008 : 08 08 08
Have you notice something strange in August month ?
8 August 2008 means 08 08 08 :)
August 8 is the 220th day of the year (221st in leap years) in the Gregorian calendar. There are 145 days remaining until the end of the year.
An interesting statistic for interesting times, India's population is about to reach a series of #1's. thats means India's Population to hit 1,111,111,111 before 08-08-08. I recently noticed this numeric anomaly when analyzing the Census Bureau's India Population Projection page. Ironically the World's population at (World POPClock Projection) is going to hit 6,666,666,666 by June 1, 2008 which means India will have exactly 1/6th of the world's population this quarter.
Thanks: theindiastreet.com
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8 August 2008 means 08 08 08 :)
August 8 is the 220th day of the year (221st in leap years) in the Gregorian calendar. There are 145 days remaining until the end of the year.
An interesting statistic for interesting times, India's population is about to reach a series of #1's. thats means India's Population to hit 1,111,111,111 before 08-08-08. I recently noticed this numeric anomaly when analyzing the Census Bureau's India Population Projection page. Ironically the World's population at (World POPClock Projection) is going to hit 6,666,666,666 by June 1, 2008 which means India will have exactly 1/6th of the world's population this quarter.
Thanks: theindiastreet.com
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Selfless love - A Spcial and True story on International Friendship Day
A special & true story on International Friendship Day
My wife called, 'How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?
I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter, Sindu, looked frightened; tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with curd rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age.
I cleared my throat and picked up the bowl. 'Sindu, darling, why don't you take a few mouthful of this curd rice? Just for Dad's sake, dear'.
Sindu softened a bit and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. 'Ok, Dad. I will eat - not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you should...' Sindu hesitated. 'Dad, if I eat this entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?'
'Promise'. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and clinched the deal. Now I became a bit anxious. 'Sindu, dear, you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have that kind of money right now. Ok?'
'No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive'. Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity. I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child to eat something that she detested.
After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation. All our attention was on her.
'Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!' was her demand.
'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'A girl child having her head shaved off? Impossible!'
'Never in our family!' My mother rasped. 'She has been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!'
'Sindu, darling, why don't you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.'
'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand our feelings?' I tried to plead with her.
'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice'. Sindu was in tears. 'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?'
It was time for me to call the shots. 'Our promise must be kept.'
'Are you out of your mind?' chorused my mother and wife.
'No. If we go back on ourpromises, she will never learn to honour her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.'
With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and beautiful.
On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, 'Sinduja, please wait for me!' What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. 'May be, that is the in-stuff', I thought.
'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!' Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued, 'that boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from... leukemia'. She paused to muffle her sobs. 'Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue. But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son! Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.'
I stood transfixed and then, I wept. 'My little Angel, you are teaching me how selfless real love is!”
The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their own terms but are those who change their terms for the ones whom they
love !!
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My wife called, 'How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?
I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter, Sindu, looked frightened; tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with curd rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age.
I cleared my throat and picked up the bowl. 'Sindu, darling, why don't you take a few mouthful of this curd rice? Just for Dad's sake, dear'.
Sindu softened a bit and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. 'Ok, Dad. I will eat - not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you should...' Sindu hesitated. 'Dad, if I eat this entire curd Rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?'
'Promise'. I covered the pink soft hand extended by my daughter with mine, and clinched the deal. Now I became a bit anxious. 'Sindu, dear, you shouldn't insist on getting a computer or any such expensive items. Dad does not have that kind of money right now. Ok?'
'No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive'. Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity. I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child to eat something that she detested.
After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation. All our attention was on her.
'Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!' was her demand.
'Atrocious!' shouted my wife, 'A girl child having her head shaved off? Impossible!'
'Never in our family!' My mother rasped. 'She has been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!'
'Sindu, darling, why don't you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head.'
'Please, Sindu, why don't you try to understand our feelings?' I tried to plead with her.
'Dad, you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that Curd Rice'. Sindu was in tears. 'And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honor our promises no matter what?'
It was time for me to call the shots. 'Our promise must be kept.'
'Are you out of your mind?' chorused my mother and wife.
'No. If we go back on ourpromises, she will never learn to honour her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.'
With her head clean-shaven, Sindu had a round-face, and her eyes looked big and beautiful.
On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy alighted from a car, and shouted, 'Sinduja, please wait for me!' What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. 'May be, that is the in-stuff', I thought.
'Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!' Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued, 'that boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from... leukemia'. She paused to muffle her sobs. 'Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of the schoolmates. Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue. But, I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son! Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter.'
I stood transfixed and then, I wept. 'My little Angel, you are teaching me how selfless real love is!”
The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their own terms but are those who change their terms for the ones whom they
love !!
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August 3 - International Friendship Day
August 3 is International Friendship Day for 2008, a time to recognize your friends and their contribution in your life.
Sometimes in life, you find a special friend;
Someone who changes your life
just by being part of it.
Someone who makes you laugh
until you can't stop;
Someone who makes you believe
that there really is good in the world.
Someone who convinces you
that there really is an unlocked door
just waiting for you to open it.
Someone who changes your life
just by being part of it.
Someone who makes you laugh
until you can't stop;
Someone who makes you believe
that there really is good in the world.
Someone who convinces you
that there really is an unlocked door
just waiting for you to open it.
Give thousand chances to ur enemy to become ur friend, But don't give a single chance to ur friend to become ur
YOU ARE MY FRIEND AND I AM HONORED ........!!
F - Few
R - Relations
I - In
E - Earth
N - Never
D - Die
R - Relations
I - In
E - Earth
N - Never
D - Die
More: Friendship Day
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