THE LOST LOVE

Hi Frens,

All you people out there had fallen in love. For few it might be for the first time and the rest –“who knows better than you”. Love has a very wide range of definition. Few have sailed to their destiny with the support but few had been blown down by the storm of misunderstandings.

For me love is not a phase that will come and pass by but a “life to live”. Even I had sailed through this experience once. My first love that I thought would last forever, just died before I could live life. No –no she’s not dead, she is still very much alive but we got separated. The happiness I thought would never end, the warmth that I thought would never go, and the color of love that I thought would never fade has all gone with the wind of time. But I really enjoyed the experience sailing through the boat of love but now I have lost. Initially it was very sturdy for me to come out of that situation but later on I realized that you can’t hold the sea nor can stop the sand in your clench for too long coz the more you hold it tight, the more it slips through it. We did the same.

Being in love is the most fantastic experience that one can ever have but people, who are into it, have a different story to tell. So what’s your side of story.........???? Do you actually love the person in your life or you are just into the phase of conciliation. I would intend all the friends of mine to respect your relation or else you would not realize when u lost him/her........

My Wounded Mother - INDIA

My Wounded Mother - INDIA

This is my first blog so I thought of writing something that gives me and my soul pain - "The Pain of My Mother - the pain of INDIA"
Since our childhood we are told and taught about India - its Heritage, its People, its Unity. We are taught to nurture the humans and the humanity. But here my question lies "Do we actually love our nation, its pride and the people"

Today, I just can’t sleep coz I am shattered with the thought "Are we the Son of the same mother???” In 1947, ma mother had to cut down her limb due to the political havoc, the limb which we call as Pakistan, the limb we love and the limb we sometimes hate. We love the India-Pakistan cricket match but we hate the terrorist who we consider to be trained in Pakistan. People have become so selfish about their need that they just ignore even a dead human lying beside them. Starting form JAMMU & KASHMIR to that of the recent attack in MUMBAI lives are just been sacrificed in the name of “”JIHAD”” which is supposed to be the emotional crusade for an idea or emotion. Whatever may the idea behind this but it always leaves an abrasion to my mother-MY INDIA .We always feel that good things happen only to others, but we always forget that we are others for someone else.

Today we are fighting for what not reasons just to add something to our benefit, but did any one of us ever thought of doing something for others. We are adding one or the other feather towards our self promotion giving our own self a false credence that it would help my nation at the end but is it actually so. My mind keeps on asking me the same question again and again.

My INDIA is completely offended. Its time for us to act and deliver. Would have you been sitting back at your couch if someone had slapped your mother. The recent attack was an example of the same. So if we wouldn’t have sat once someone have had slapped then why are we sitting when few handful of people in the name of “”JIHAD”” from the outside world are making us prey for their illogical belief.

It’s my request to all you INDIANS to come out from your secured shell and fight against this cause. The cause to save my mother - “”MY INDIA””...