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A Touching Story For Married People

My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restles...sness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.

“Why?” he asked, shocked. “I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!” I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times.

My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can’t even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me:” What can I do to change your mind?” Somebody said it right, it’s hard to change a person’s personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.

Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : “Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?” He said :” I will give you your answer tomorrow….” My hopes just sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes….

My dear, “I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further..” This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading. “When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.

You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way.

You always have the cramps whenever your “good friend” approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy. You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.

You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails,and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand… and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face…

Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do… I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. ” My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting… and as I continue on reading…

“Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk…

I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread…. Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone…

That’s life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.

Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. . flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands… and that’s our life… Love, not words win arguments…


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1. Stare at the red star on the girl’s nose for 30 seconds
2. Turn your eyes towards the wall/roof or somewhere else on a plane surface
3. Keep blinking your eyes!
4. Tell me what you see!

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Vekh lo kudiyan de kamm....

GOOD OLD DAYS...Part2

CANVAS SHOES:

SCHOOL PICK UP:

GOLDSPOT COLD DRINK:

BUBBLE GUM:

Unforgettable things…

Nostalgic memories of those 'good old days' – world has changed and we also changed for the world !!!
Are you missing those days? Sometimes I do
Doordarshan Logo:

Doordarshan's Screensaver:

Ramayan:

Mile Sur Mera Tumhara:

Turning Point:

He Man:

Salma Sultana DD News Reader:

Vicco turmeric,
Nahin cosmetic
Vicco turmeric ayurvedic cream

Washin powder Nirma, Washing powder Nirma
Doodh si safedi, Nirma se aayi
Rangeen kapde bhi khil khil jaaye 

I'm a Complan Boy(Shahid Kapoor) and
I'm a Complan Girl (Ayesha Takia)

Surabhi

How did one survive growing up in the 70's, 80's and 90's?
We had no seatbelts, no airbags..

Cycling was like a breath of fresh air…

No safety helmets, knee pads or elbow pads, with plenty of cardboards between spokes to make it sound like a motorbike…

When thirsty we only drank tap water, bottled water was still a mystery…

We kept busy collecting bits & pieces so we could build all sort of things … and we were fearless on our bicycles even when the brakes failed going downhill…

We were showing off how tough we are, by how high we could climb trees & then jumping down….It was great fun….

We could stay out to play for hours, as long as we got back before dark, in time for dinner…

We walked to school, or sometimes we even rode our bicycle.

We had no mobile phones, but we always managed to find each other…. How?

We lost teeth, broke arms & legs, we got cuts and bruises and bloody noses…. nobody complained as we had so much fun, it wasn't anybody's fault, only ours

We ate everything in sight, cakes, bread, chocolate, ice-cream, sweet sugary drinks, fruits..yet, we stayed skinny by fooling around.

And if one of us was lucky to find a 1 litre coca cola bottle we all had a swig from it & guess what? Nobody picked up any germs...

We did not have Play Stations, MP3, Nintendo's, I-Pods, Video games, 99 Cable TV channels, DVD's, Home Cinema, Home Computers, Laptops, Chat-rooms, Internet, etc ...

BUT, we had REAL FRIENDS!!!!

We called on friends to come out to play, never rang the doorbell, just went around the backdoor…

We played with sticks and stones, played cowboys and Indians, doctors and nurses, hide and seek, soccer games, over and over again…

When we failed our exams we were given a second chance by simply repeating the same grade…without visiting psychiatrists, psychologists or counselors…

Such were the days…

We had freedom, success, disappointments and responsibilities. ..

Most of all, we learned to respect others…

Are YOU from that generation?? If that's the case, share this post to all your friends from the same era…

this message will help them forget the stress that surrounds us these days….and just for a few moments puts a smile to their faces as they remember what life was really like in the good old days……

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Some things cannot be forgotten. Here is small recap!!!!!        
Things that we have used ………                                                                     
BRIL INK:                                   

 CAMEL GUM:

HERO PEN:

BALL POINT PEN:

GEOMENTRY BOX:

NATARAJ PENCILS:

Audio Cassette:

VIDEO Cassette:

SONY WALKMAN:

FLOPPY:

FILM CAMERA:

CAMERA FILM ROLL:

DIAL TELEPHONE:

 POSTAGE STAMPS:

INLAND LETTER:

POST CARD:

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Mukesh Ambani in 27 storeyed home !!

Mukesh Ambani in his 27 storeyed home......

Mukeshbhai gets up from his bed room on 15th floor, takes a swim in
the swimming pool on 17th floor, has breakfast on the 19th floor,
dresses up for office on 14th floor, collects his files and office bag
from his personal office on 21st floor, wishes bye to Nitaben on 16th
floor, says ‘see you’to his children on 13th floor, and goes down on
3rd floor to self drive his 2.5 crore Mercedes to office, but then, he
finds out that he has forgotten the car keys upstairs.

But on which floor?
15th, 17th, 19th, 14th, 21st, 16th or 13th ?
He phones all his servants, cooks,maids, secretaries, pool attendants,
gym trainers, lift attendantsetc. on all the floors. There is a hectic
search and lot of running around on all the floors, but the key is not
traceable .

Fed up, after half an hourof frantic search, Mukeshbhai leaves in a
huff in a chauffeur driven Ikon car.
At 3.30 P.M. late in the afternoon it is discovered that 4 days back ,
a temporary replacement maid had washed Mukeshbhai's pant and hung it
to dry on a string in the balcony of 16th floor, with car keys in the
pant pocket. The key had blown away somewhere in the high winds at
16th floor level and was never found.

This was detected because of Nitaben's habit of checking clothes given
for ironing personally.
Meanwhile, after 3 days of the incident, Nitaben with all irritation
writ large on her face, complained to Mukeshbhai asking him where he
was roaming till 3 A.M. last night …

Mukesh replied that he was at home all night.
"Then why did the helicopter land in the terrace at 3 A.M?
I was so much worried…I could not sleep whole night," quizzed Nitaben.
"Oh That helicopter….That helicopter came from Germany , sent by
Mercedes people to deliver the duplicate car key".......mumbled
Mukesh.

Moral of the story : Stay in 1 BHK / 2 BHK flat only. The Least-Problem Home.