tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87170452626365300172024-03-14T06:20:48.962-07:00Life is the Bubbles!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03773979036369319376noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717045262636530017.post-56580515409111346202013-09-26T03:40:00.000-07:002014-04-23T09:17:21.589-07:00Beautiful Initiatives
USA's Former secretary of state Madeleine Albright once said, “There’s a special place in hell for women who don’t help other women.” I wonder if there is a special place in heaven for women who help other women? If it is so, then Sheryl sandberg, Nandita das, Sunitha Krishnan have their corner offices booked there already. :)
Let me explain how...
Lean In
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03773979036369319376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717045262636530017.post-80408721688717121062012-07-07T07:53:00.000-07:002012-07-07T07:53:24.356-07:00Dreamers And Realists
“There are dreamers, and there are realists in this world. You’d think the dreamers would find the dreamers and the realists would find the realists, but more often than not, the opposite is true. You see, the dreamers need the realists to keep them from soaring too close to the sun. And the realists… well, without the dreamers, they might not ever get off the ground.”
-voice over Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03773979036369319376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717045262636530017.post-25129152145531306182012-02-17T07:12:00.000-08:002012-02-17T07:12:18.025-08:00If You Forget Me (Pablo Neruda)
I want you to knowone thing.You know how this is:if I lookat the crystal moon, at the red branchof the slow autumn at my window,if I touchnear the firethe impalpable ashor the wrinkled body of the log,everything carries me to you,as if everything that exists,aromas, light, metals,were little boatsthat sailtoward those isles of yours that wait for me.Well, now,if little by little you Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03773979036369319376noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717045262636530017.post-41229225941800971832012-01-29T00:48:00.000-08:002012-01-29T00:48:00.243-08:00excerpt from The Untitled
"I remember you said the other day that not any woman but only a woman like me,could love you so much but you know...in having you,i have the world.I am not saying this as a starry-eyed girl in love, mind you! I say so because i know it takes a man like you to understand on the level you do,a man like you to endure my tantrums.it takes a man like you to know of all my humanly flaws,and yet Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03773979036369319376noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717045262636530017.post-40287285093702411532011-08-24T12:11:00.000-07:002014-07-02T07:36:55.965-07:00Perplexities About Simplicity of Life
Yesterday, I sat down to paint so as to divert my mind from thinking about a day I very much wanted to forget, and surprise! The painting I ended up making exactly resembled the pattern of the dress I was wearing that day, so much so that if the painting and dress were shown to some stranger he/she will certainly believe that either the dress is inspired by painting or vice-versa. What madeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03773979036369319376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717045262636530017.post-73901630154553428962011-07-18T13:48:00.000-07:002011-07-19T09:45:09.821-07:00HOPES~~~~HAPPINESSHopes are the drops of joy in ocean of life.But what when this hopes seem to be nowhere!!! when there is so much darkness around you that you have almost forgot what light looks like!!! At that time have faith in god's plan :),he knows the map of your life while you know only the way you have followed till now and the road ahead till it takes that bend and you don't know what you will have ahead Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03773979036369319376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717045262636530017.post-38850463994954118212011-05-27T09:37:00.000-07:002011-05-27T09:37:53.846-07:00This Pain is a Blessing It hurts.It hurts in a 'want-to-curl-up-and-die' way.It hurts terribly,but I won't cry.I won't let go of this pain through tears.I won't let go of 'U' that lives in me.I am that kind of stubborn.yes,i do smile.I do say 'i am okay' to everyone and you too because i want you(you and only you and no one else :in a way this is an extension of adulation i always had for you) to look into my eyesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03773979036369319376noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717045262636530017.post-79838314160342130482011-05-24T23:00:00.000-07:002011-05-24T23:01:58.689-07:00Baadal..Barish..HawayeinBarish ke sath jo mitti ki khushboo aati hmujhe tumhari yaad dilati h
abhi nahi ho tum mere passpar barish ki bunde mujhe tumhari aawaj sunati h
andaaza nhi h ho kahan tumpar ho tum salamat ye hawayein mujhe dhire se keh jati h
sham ko ghar wapas jate baadalmeri aankhein bhar jate h
mujhe tumhari yaad bhut aati h...yaad bhut aati h...
{this was dedicated to me by my bestie...:)) }Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03773979036369319376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717045262636530017.post-5246381140766655212011-05-23T14:09:00.000-07:002011-05-23T14:12:27.012-07:00वो औरतउस शहर में सब लोग मुख्य चोराहे पर जमा थे,बूढ़े,जवान, मर्द,औरतें,अमीर,गरीब ,सब रंग बिरंगे कपडे पहने हुए ,सजे धजे,सब के चेहरे पर लबालब ख़ुशी थी.शायद उस शहर में कोई त्यौहार मनाया जा रहा था,क्रिसमस,दिवाली या ईद... हर तरफ ख़ुशी का माहोल था.हर कोई अपने परिवार दोस्तों के साथ ख़ुशी मना रहा था.सब लोग गले मिल रहे थे,ब्चे आपस में खेल कूद रहे थे ,प्रेमी जोड़े हाथों में हाथ डाले टहल रहे थे ,कहीं Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03773979036369319376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717045262636530017.post-68815567252909741492011-05-22T08:50:00.000-07:002011-05-22T08:52:48.345-07:00The Healing Power Of Denialdenial:refusal to recognize or acknowledge the reality or existence of a thing.
(psychol) denial: the reduction of anxiety by the unconscious exclusion from the mind of intolerable thoughts, feelings, or facts
in more simple words,denial is refusing to accept the reality. It is helping because in case of a highly devastating emotional condition a person may have to face,mind denies the Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03773979036369319376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717045262636530017.post-70258173516059110552011-05-22T08:26:00.000-07:002011-05-22T08:26:09.099-07:00Main tenu fer milangi...Main tenu fer milangi
kithe? kis trah? pta nahi
shayad tere takhiyl di chinag banke
tere canvas te utrangi
ya khore teri canvas dey utte
ik rahasmayi lakir banke
kamosh tenu takdi rawangi
Jaa khore suraj di loo banke
tere ranga vich ghulangi
jaa ranga diyan bahwa vich beth ke
teri canvas nu wlangi
pata nai kiss trah-kithe
par tenu jrur milangi.
Jaa khore ik chashma bani howangi
te jiven Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03773979036369319376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717045262636530017.post-35926814159360923892011-05-22T08:00:00.000-07:002011-05-22T08:00:56.852-07:00Amrita....amrita aur Amrita (some excerpts from prose and poetry written by her)1.Kai logon ko to ishwar kahin rakh kar bhool jaata hai, par main khud hi apne aap ko kahin rakh kar bhool gayi hoon.. jee karta hai, koi ho jo mera apna-aap khoj kar mujhe de jaaye..
2."Tum mujhe bhale kitni hi baar chhod kar chale jao, par jitni baar jao, us se ek baar zyaada lautna.. agar bichhadna pachaas baar to milna ikyavan baar. Yeh viyog apni baari se aata raha aur saath mein Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03773979036369319376noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717045262636530017.post-43363937963656184092011-05-15T13:26:00.000-07:002011-05-15T13:30:41.195-07:00What If You Were HERE..!IF u were Here,may be we would be at a mickey D's or Domino's right now snuggling up to each other,offering the last bite to each other,being like "ohh,i don't want it,u have it"...:)...Or may be,we would be sitting on opposite sides of bed,staring into our respsctive lappis,after a silly fight..But anyway it would be AWESOME,cz U would be right HERE...our love is abnormal,don't you think so? we Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03773979036369319376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717045262636530017.post-75854442058943026782011-05-05T11:55:00.000-07:002011-05-05T11:55:42.909-07:00Numerology: number 5 >>>mine..:)The 5 is the most dynamic and energetic of all single-digit numbers. It is unpredictable, always in motion and constantly in need of change. Although it is molded from an almost equal mix of masculine and feminine qualities, in general the 5 is slightly more feminine -- albeit a daring, tomboyish kind of feminine, with nothing demure or submissive about her.
The 5 is extremely independent in mindAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03773979036369319376noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717045262636530017.post-66121127771470839572011-04-22T03:49:00.000-07:002014-07-02T07:44:54.484-07:00A Thing of Beauty is a Joy Forever
(drawing room of a house designed on nature theme,extremity of the kind of attempted recreation of nature that i am talking about below)
A new multi-story apartment building is coming up in the street next to my home.While walking home one day, from the sidewalk,I noticed that they had put up a gate to the building,an iron gate with really beautiful intricate patterns of roses,vines and Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03773979036369319376noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717045262636530017.post-80181120145071125312011-03-19T01:35:00.000-07:002011-03-19T14:22:45.094-07:00What to do when it's HEAD v/s HEART??? :)Heart..it can take you towards simplification of life and also has the ability to add complexities to such an extent that it would seem there can't ever be anything simple.Heart makes you think something else all the time,it may be a song or a beloved,,,the heart that keeps on saying,'ohh,what if he was here..with you..'...'ohh,he would have loved this place...so on..
So this heart of our's Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03773979036369319376noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717045262636530017.post-10333382051919543822011-03-10T22:56:00.000-08:002011-03-10T22:56:49.691-08:00Am I A Crocodile Or A Dove???In midst of this choas around me,
I fell in love with the silence my soul could achieve,
it engulfed me too n let me retrieve,
the serenity that i perhaps always had in me...
harmful it was meant to be,
but has made me stronger and invulnerable,
made me realise that i was able,
of being better than anybody around me could be...
u may always tell me,what all i can't be,
but sorry i won't be Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03773979036369319376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717045262636530017.post-14692041905266865952011-02-26T14:02:00.000-08:002013-10-02T23:19:59.911-07:00
"Some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again. Some truths are so painful that only shame can help you live with them. And some things are just so sad that only your soul can do the crying for you." ~ Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03773979036369319376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717045262636530017.post-68059731010333540662011-02-26T09:02:00.000-08:002011-02-26T13:54:46.223-08:00Mera Jee karda h,mein teri gali aavan...
mera jee krda h mein teri gali aavan,tere buhe more bathi rahan,tu jadd niklein gharon tan tera saya jeha ban javan,pure din har oo than dekhan jithe tu jaana h,khana h,vehna h...
mera jee karda h mein teri gali aavan,tere ghar de khule buhe chon andar aa javaan,te ek saaye wangar puree ghar te cha javaan,jiven tu mere ruh te chaya hoya h...
mera jee karda h mein teri gali aavan, tu buhe Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03773979036369319376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717045262636530017.post-68785145064427674062011-02-26T03:35:00.000-08:002011-02-26T03:35:52.982-08:00Between Black and White:The Grey AreaI always used to think,or rather used to console myself with the thought that life is not divided into just black and white,there are grey areas too.But now it looks like the grey areas are figments of our imagination for the want of ours to justify our indecisiveness,to explain away those awkward moments to ourselves where we can't decide due to lack of confidence or abundance of love in us.But Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03773979036369319376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717045262636530017.post-83836457033438682032011-02-22T03:15:00.000-08:002013-10-02T23:37:15.620-07:00"Can't We Talk?" (condensed from: You Just Don't Understand) by Deborah tannen
A married couple was in a car when the wife turned to her husband and asked, "Would you like to stop for a coffee?"
"No, thanks," he answered truthfully. So they didn't stop.
The result? The wife, who had indeed wanted to stop, became annoyed because she felt her preference had not been considered. The husband, seeing his wife was angry, became frustrated. Why didn't she just say what sheAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03773979036369319376noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717045262636530017.post-18987823014376011892011-02-20T12:01:00.000-08:002011-02-20T12:01:57.648-08:00ishq da rutba,ishq hi jane...Samajh Sakein na-2,
Samajh Sakein na Log siyane,
Ishq da rutba, Ishq hi Jaane.
Is duniya ka khel rachayea,
Ishq di khaatir aap Khuda ne,
Ishq da rutba, ishq hi jaane.
Hoooo....
Duniya bhuladi Ishq ne,
Apani mana di Ishq ne,
Dil wale jal gaye shonk se,
JAb aag lagadi Ishq ne ,
Jogi banade Ishq-Ishq,
Rogi banade Ishq-Ishq,
Sulii charaye Ishq-ishq,
Jeena sikhaye Ishq-ishq,
Jis ko Diya DIL, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03773979036369319376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717045262636530017.post-40120991839464098942011-02-20T11:55:00.000-08:002011-02-22T14:30:15.923-08:00some cute animal picsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03773979036369319376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717045262636530017.post-10763633071421568542011-02-20T11:17:00.000-08:002011-02-20T12:07:09.390-08:00j tu bin daseya tur jana c:Heer:Gurdaas maan gtenu yaad kara naale rowarona palle paun waleya haye paun waleyayaad kara naale rowa..tenu yaad kara naale rowaj tu bin daseya tur jana cve me naal saheliyan na jandiagg lagdi chandre paani nuje mein na bhardi na pashtaandij tu bin daseya . . .tu beshak sanu jaan leyasaada asli roop pchaan leyakite andro wehnda dil saadatenu najar hakikat aa jandij tu bin daseya. . .saada shessha e dil ajmaa Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03773979036369319376noreply@blogger.com2