Love story!

The best love story ever wrriten. And this is what makes it the best:

First line of the novel.

Oliver Barrett IV: What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died? That she was beautiful and brilliant? That she loved Mozart and Bach, the Beatles, and me?

more from love story:

Jennifer Cavalieri: You look stupid and rich.
Oliver Barrett IV: Well, what if I'm smart and poor?
Jennifer Cavalieri: *I'm* smart and poor.
Oliver Barrett IV: Well what makes you so smart?
Jennifer Cavalieri: I wouldn't go out for coffee with you that's what.
Oliver Barrett IV: Well what if I wasn't even gonna ask you to go out for coffee with me? Jennifer Cavalieri: Well that's what makes you stupid.
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Jennifer Cavalieri: You're gonna flunk out if you don't study.
Oliver Barrett IV: I am studying.
Jennifer Cavalieri: Bullshit. You're looking at my legs.
Oliver Barrett IV: You know, Jenny, you're not that great looking.
Jennifer Cavalieri: I know. But can I help it if you think so?

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Last line of the novel:

Oliver Barrett IV: Love means never having to say you're sorry.

Once you read the first line you will never put it back till you have read the last line.

You reap what you sow!

9:30 AM, 30th March 2007. I was busy doing Shiva stuti when my cell phone rang and I told my cousin to pick up the phone. I could hear the voice in of the caller, It has to be toshit. My cousin told Toshit that I was in bathroom. I finished my Shiva stuti and was waiting for call from Toshit. Cell rang again but it was Rahul's call. I picked the phone. Rahul Told me thats Sameer's father had an accident and he is in ICU. I dressed up and left for hospital and went to ICU. Sameers father was laying on bed. After inquirinbg about his health I sat in the rom to keep company to Sam's mom. While talking to Sam's mom, She told me it feels good that old people still remember and have taken care of them so well. The old employees who have ever worked with sam's dad were there to check him out. They got food cooked from there homes and brought them to hospital. I was watching all that and I realised how being right and being good pays.

Mr. I D Pandey, retired IFS, former MD of Uttranchal forest corporation. He was always a person who has not only inspired me but also at times amazed me. He is a living example of honesty and one can always learn a thing or two in honesty. I can remember him paying money to forest department for offical car used by his son. A person who always valued every one but hated dishonest people. He helped every one but always made sure that every one follows the rules including him and his family.

When I saw every one respecting him not because he was IFS but because he was a good human. Every one visiting him not to make brownie points but he means a lot to alot of people. All this because he was always right and ready to help others.

Today I truly understood the meaning of the saying " You reap what you sow".
Some time later I am sure I am going to write more about him.

My favourite Hindi Poem.

This poem was written by Ramdhari Singh "Dinkar" after 1962, India China war. Very apt according to the time. This poem fills you with energy.


क्षमा, दया, तप, त्याग, मनोबल
सबका लिया सहारा
पर नर व्याघ्र सुयोधन तुमसे
कहो, कहाँ कब हारा ?

क्षमाशील हो रिपु-समक्ष
तुम हुये विनीत जितना ही
दुष्ट कौरवों ने तुमको
कायर समझा उतना ही।

अत्याचार सहन करने का
कुफल यही होता है
पौरुष का आतंक मनुज
कोमल होकर खोता है।

क्षमा शोभती उस भुजंग को
जिसके पास गरल हो
उसको क्या जो दंतहीन
विषरहित, विनीत, सरल हो ।

तीन दिवस तक पंथ मांगते
रघुपति सिन्धु किनारे,
बैठे पढ़ते रहे छन्द
अनुनय के प्यारे-प्यारे ।

उत्तर में जब एक नाद भी
उठा नहीं सागर से
उठी अधीर धधक पौरुष की
आग राम के शर से ।

सिन्धु देह धर त्राहि-त्राहि
करता आ गिरा शरण में
चरण पूज दासता ग्रहण की
बँधा मूढ़ बन्धन में।

सच पूछो , तो शर में ही
बसती है दीप्ति विनय की
सन्धि-वचन संपूज्य उसी का
जिसमें शक्ति विजय की ।

सहनशीलता, क्षमा, दया को
तभी पूजता जग है
बल का दर्प चमकता उसके
पीछे जब जगमग है।

पुष्प की अभिलाषा

चाह नहीं मैं सुरबाला के
गहनों में गूँथा जाऊँ,
चाह नहीं, प्रेमी-माला में
बिंध प्यारी को ललचाऊँ,
चाह नहीं, सम्राटों के शव
पर हे हरि, डाला जाऊँ,
चाह नहीं, देवों के सिर पर
चढ़ूँ भाग्य पर इठलाऊँ।
मुझे तोड़ लेना वनमाली!
उस पथ पर देना तुम फेंक,
मातृभूमि पर शीश चढ़ाने
जिस पर जावें वीर अनेक

- माखनलाल चतुर्वेदी

Patriotism at its best!

माँ कह एक कहानी

"माँ कह एक कहानी।"
बेटा समझ लिया क्या तूने मुझको अपनी नानी?"
"कहती है मुझसे यह चेटी, तू मेरी नानी की बेटी
कह माँ कह लेटी ही लेटी, राजा था या रानी?
माँ कह एक कहानी।"

"तू है हठी, मानधन मेरे, सुन उपवन में बड़े सवेरे,
तात भ्रमण करते थे तेरे, जहाँ सुरभी मनमानी।"
"जहाँ सुरभी मनमानी! हाँ माँ यही कहानी।"

वर्ण वर्ण के फूल खिले थे, झलमल कर हिमबिंदु झिले थे,
हलके झोंके हिले मिले थे, लहराता था पानी।"
"लहराता था पानी, हाँ हाँ यही कहानी।"

"गाते थे खग कल कल स्वर से, सहसा एक हँस ऊपर से,
गिरा बिद्ध होकर खर शर से, हुई पक्षी की हानी।"
"हुई पक्षी की हानी? करुणा भरी कहानी!"

चौंक उन्होंने उसे उठाया, नया जन्म सा उसने पाया,
इतने में आखेटक आया, लक्ष सिद्धि का मानी।"
"लक्ष सिद्धि का मानी! कोमल कठिन कहानी।"

"माँगा उसने आहत पक्षी, तेरे तात किन्तु थे रक्षी,
तब उसने जो था खगभक्षी, हठ करने की ठानी।"
"हठ करने की ठानी! अब बढ़ चली कहानी।"

हुआ विवाद सदय निर्दय में, उभय आग्रही थे स्वविषय में,
गयी बात तब न्यायालय में, सुनी सब ने जानी।"
"सुनी सब ने जानी! व्यापक हुई कहानी।"

राहुल तू निर्णय कर इसका, न्याय पक्ष लेता है किसका?"
"माँ मेरी क्या बानी? मैं सुन रहा कहानी।
कोई निरपराध को मारे तो क्यों न उसे उबारे?
रक्षक पर भक्षक को वारे, न्याय दया का दानी।"
"न्याय दया का दानी! तूने गुणी कहानी।"



- मैथिलीशरण गुप्त

This poem is one of my favourite Hindi poem. This poem is about one of the incidents from the life of Siddartha. This poems make you fall in love with Hindi literature. Maithali Sharan Gupt was one of the best known poets of Hindi Literature.

मधुशाला

धर्मग्रन्थ सब जला चुकी है, जिसके अंतर की ज्वाला,
मंदिर, मसजिद, गिरिजे, सब को तोड़ चुका जो मतवाला,
पंडित, मोमिन, पादिरयों के फंदों को जो काट चुका,
कर सकती है आज उसी का स्वागत मेरी मधुशाला।।१७।

- बच्चन

मधुशाला

The most famous work of Haribansh Rai "Bachchan", and I am sure you can see why. Its quite a big poem but ou love reading it till very end. Surprisingly he was professor of English literature at Allahabad University.

Scrap from orkut (In Hindi)

आज् डब डबाते चश्मों में डूब गया कोइ ..II
हां सांसों के सिलसिले से ऊब गया कोइ ..II
ख्वाबों तक ने भि ढूंढे जिसकि आमद् के निशां,,,,
यूं अलविदा कहके क्या खूब गया कोइ..IIII
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वो दम ए आखिर पे मुस्कुराया होगा ..II
उसने अंजाम् खुद् का गुनगुनाया होगा ..II
किसि कि याद् सबब रहि होगी गर जो ,,,,
कतरा ए अश्क कोइ चश्मों से आया होगा ..IIII

Thank you very much Inder for the beautyful lines.

Live each day as if it is your last.

"If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." I read this line from the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005. I read it and realised it has to be important. then again I read about the same in the book by paul coelho "Veronika decides to die". I thought I understood it and things started changing in my life. I was not embarrassed about any thing I was doing. I started living my own life and not others life. I was not afraid of what others will think or say about me.

Today, 24th March 2007, I had an accident. I realised I may not be here tomorrow, life can be so short. I realised I may not be here to say sorry to any one. I realised I may not be here to say to people "I love you". I realised I may not be here tomorrow to give good time to others. I realised I may not be here tomorrow to share my joys. I realised I may not be here to share my sorrows. I realised I may not be here to share my views.

So what I learned is that live in now. Say sorry to people now. Say I love you to people now. Give a good moment to every one now. Share your joys now. Share your sorrows now. Share your views now. Live the life to fullest. Live life as you.

Lot to be learned. Lot to be observed. Lot of people to say sorry to. Lot of people to be told that I love them. Lot of joys to be shared. Lot of sorrows to be shared. Lot of things to be said. Lot to be lived.

My new looks!

Finally I decided to change my looks and the result is here to be seen. Off course I liked my looks and that's why it is here for every one to see. You all better put comments and that too better ones (not good a fishing but than off course one can always try).

Papa

1946, just when India was getting ready for Independence, my father was born in a family of marginal farmers at Patar, Disst Siwan, Bihar.

He was first son in the family and thus was always pampered. Started late in education at local village school till fifth. Till tenth he did education from a town near by where he had to walk, because of no transportation. Studied on books borrowed from friends and teachers. After passing his matric he shifted to his sisters house where he appeared for his twelfth, but failed to pass twelfth. Got married to my mother at the age of 20.

Search for job took him to Calcutta. He was offered a job in a factory as clerk but then destiny had some thing else for him and he joined AMC (Army Medical Corps)as Sepoy. Today I can proudly say I am a son of a soldier. But he always remained farmer at heart and as soon as he retired from army as Hon. Capt. He came back to his farms and still does farming at the age of 60+.

I have always seen my Papa as a very kind hearted person and always ready to help others. Some one who has a strong will power. My father was a smoker till one day he watched a movie and decided not to smoke any more and he never did from that day. When we were growing he decided not to drink any more so that we don't have bad impact, he left drinking. These are just few examples I can quote here. He left eating tamool and then Gutka and never went back to them. It was not that one was replaced by other, they all happened at quite a space. Picking at one but when it has any impact he left them on his will.

He always had desire to study more. He was not able but he always made sure that any one who comes to seek help for studies is always helped. He made sure that all his kids get good education from a good institute. And all this with a salary of Rs 700/ - (last drawn salary before his retirement). I still wonder how he managed that. He has a dream of opening a school for kids to get best of the education.

When I see my father I see him as perfect example of will power, sacrifice, dedication, and determination.

I know I can't do justice about him by writing in one go or even in this small portion. A person who was always a good son trying to make his parents dream come true. A good brother who always locked after his brother so well. A good husband who looked after my mom so well. A good father who gave the best to his kids. A good person. Yes he has few weakness. Never good at perception so people did fool him at times. At time he lost his temper, But then all other things makes you forget all his weakness.

Every kid is always thank full to his/her parent but for me my father is special because he has given us what others could just dream off. I hope some day I can do just a bit for you. Thank you Papa! for being the best father in the world.

Maa Tujhe Salaam!

MOTHER...

Mother You filled my days with rainbow lights,
fairytales and sweet dream nights,
A kiss to wipe away my tears,
Gingerbread to ease my fears.
You gave the gift of life to me,
And then in love, you set me free.
I thank you for your tender care,
for deep warm hugs and being there.
I hope that when you think of me,
A part of you, you'll always see.

Faith!

Faith

I want to write about faith
about the way the moon rises,
over cold snow, night after night,

faithfull even as it fades from fullness,
slowly becoming that last curving and impossible,
silver of light before the final darkness.

But I have no faith myself,
I refuse it the smallest entry.

Let this then, my small poem,
likethe new moon,slender and barely open,
be the first prayer that opens me to faith.

David Whyte
from Where Many Rivers Meet

Thank you!

On this day I will like to thank every women, who made difference in my life. Some I remember, Some I don't.

I will like to thank my mom for working tirelessly, with out complaining and most of above without any expectations. When ever I was sick I always found her by my side. When ever I was down She was there to give me her shoulders to cry. Thank you Mom, Thanks for being there for me.

Second woman who had most Impact on my life is my sister. As a elder sister, she has always been there to guide me. scold me, reprimand me but always loved me. She has always been my support. Thank you Didi.

I will also like to thank my angel for always believing in me, even when I lost faith in my self. For always making me laugh when I cried. Always helped me stand up when I fell down.She is the one who taught me what love is all about. I will always be grateful to you my angel. Thank you!

Other Person who taught me what family is all about, I will always be debited to her. Thanks for teaching me how important parents are. I always thought they should agree to me, thanks for letting me know at times you need to agree to them. Remember they are your parents and what ever they do there intention is to do better for you. I regret loosing her from my life but I am thank full to god for letting me meet her. Thank you!

One person I can never forget to thank is my teacher of class fifth KV Chandigarh. Her dedication for the student, I only wish I can replicate. She worked tirelessly for every week student. I have seen teachers working for good students but that's a lady who worked for weaker students. Had she not been there I think I would have never passed my class. Thank you mam Thanks for every thing you did for me.

Last but not the list I will like to thank my friends , specially Richa Rajwar, Thank you Richa for being my friend.

There are many unknown faces which has helped me in my life I will like to thank all those. My deepest gratitude to all of you. Wish we man can learn just a bit from them. Thank you. Thank you all.

International Women's Day!

On March 8, 1857, hundreds of women workers in garment and textile factories in New York City staged a strike against low wages, long working hours and inhumane working conditions. In August 1910, at a meeting in Copenhagen, the Women's Socialist International decided to commemorate the strike by observing an annual International Women's Day (IWD). This is where we can find the roots of IWD. In 1975, during International Women's Year, the United Nations (UN) began celebrating March 8 as IWD.
In adopting its resolution on the observance of Women's Day, the UN General Assembly cited two reasons: to recognize the fact that securing peace and social progress and the full enjoyment of human rights and fundamental freedoms require the active participation, equality and development of women; and to acknowledge the contribution of women to the strengthening of international peace and security.

For women, the Day offers an occasion to review how far they have come in their struggle for equality, peace and development. It is also an opportunity to unite, network and mobilize for meaningful change.

In recent years, though world's women are referred to as having made tremendous progress towards achieving equality with men, there exists huge disparity when it comes to women of developing countries. Women continue to be among the poorest: the majority of the world's 1.3 billion absolute poor are women. Three-quarters of the women over 25 in much of Asia and Africa are illiterate. On the average, women receive between 30 and 40 per cent less pay than men earn for the same work. Everywhere, women continue to be victims of violence.
Efforts should be made to enhance their access to education and proper health care and their participation in the paid labour force. Legislation that promises equal opportunities for women and respect for their human rights has to be adopted by many countries.

Diverse India (mile sur mera Tumhara...)

The Promotional video, which was aired on Doordarshan in 80's and 90's, presents the true picture of diverse picture of India with 1652 diffrent dialect , 24 major languages out of which 22 regional languages (Bengali, Assamese,Bodo, Dogri, Gujarati, Hindi, Kannada, Kashmiri, Konkani, Maithili, Malayalam, Meitei, Marathi, Nepali, Oriya, Punjabi, Sanskrit, Santhali, Sindhi, Tamil, Telugu, Urdu)listed and regognised by Constitution.

Holi!

Holi the festival of colours one of the major festivals of hindus. Other being Deepawali. I picked following defination from wikipedia.
Holi Hindi: (होली) or Phagwah (Bhojpuri) is an annual and popular Hindu springfestival. It takes place over two days in the later part of February or early March. As per the Hindu calendar, it falls on the Phalgun Purnima (or Pooranmashi, Full Moon). It is also called the Festival of Colours. In West Bengal, it is known as Dolyatra (Doljatra) or Boshonto Utshob ("spring festival").

On the first day, a bonfire is lit at night to signify burning Holika. On the second day, known as Dhulandi, people go around until afternoon throwing colored powder and water at each other. A special drink called thandai is prepared, sometimes containing bhang (Cannabis sativa). People invite each other to their houses for feasts and celebrations later in the evening. Rangapanchami occurs a few days later on a Panchami (fifth day of the full moon), marking the end of festivities involving colours.

Significance:

In Vaishnava Theology, Hiranyakashipu is the king of demons, and he had been granted a a boon by Brahma, which made it almost impossible for him to be killed. The boon was due to his long penance, after which he had demanded that he not be killed "during day or night; inside the home or outside; not on earth or on sky; neither by a man nor an animal; neither by astra nor by shastra". Consequently, he grew arrogant, and attacked the Heavens and the Earth. He demanded that people stop worshipping gods and start praying to him.
Despite this, Hiranyakashipu's own son, Prahlad, was a devotee of Lord Vishnu. In spite of several threats from Hiranyakashipu, Prahlad continued offering prayers to Lord Vishnu. He was poisoned but the poison turned to nectar in his mouth. He was ordered to be trampled by elephants yet remained unharmed. He was put in a room with hungry, poisonous snakes and survived. All of Hiranyakashipu's attempts to kill his son failed. Finally, he ordered young Prahlad to sit on a pyre on the lap of his sister, Holika, who could not die by fire by virtue of a shawl which would prevent fire affecting the person wearing it. Prahlad readily accepted his father's orders, and prayed to Vishnu to keep him safe. When the fire started, everyone watched in amazement as the shawl flew from Holika, who then was burnt to death, while Prahlad survived unharmed, after the shawl moved to cover him. The burning of Holika is celebrated as Holi.
It is also said that later Lord Vishnu came in the form of a Narasimha (who is half-man and half-lion) and killed Hiranyakashipu at dusk (which was neither day nor night), on the steps of the porch of his house (which was neither inside the house nor outside) by restraining him on his lap (which is neither in the sky nor on the earth) and mauling him with his claws (which are neither astra nor shastra).

In Vrindavan and Mathura, where Lord Krishna grew up, the festival is celebrated for 16 days (until Rangpanchmi in commemoration of the divine love of Radha for Krishna). Lord Krishna is believed to have popularized the festival by playing pranks on the gopis here. Krishna is believed to be complained to his mother about the contrast between his dark colour and his consort Radha's fair colour. Krishna's mother decided to apply colour to Radha's face. The celebrations officially usher in spring, the celebrated season of love.

There is another story about the origin of holi. Kamadeva is a god of love. Kama's body was destroyed when he shot his weapon at Shiva in order to disrupt his penance and help Parvati to marry Shiva. Shiva then opened his third eye, the gaze of which was so powerful that Kama's body was reduced to ashes. For the sake of Kama's wife Rati (passion), Shiva restored him, but only as a mental image, representing the true emotional and mental state of love rather than physical lust. The Holi bonfire is believed to be celebrated in commeration of this event.

Holi is also new year according to hindu calender. For farmers this is the day to celebrate there good crops.

But for me, Holi is all about love, colours and celebrations. For me its, meeting every one. Your loved ones and also your enemies, forgiving them and making new freinds.

Smile is all that you need.

2nd March

2nd march. Important day in my life. why? Because I was born on this day 34 years ago. 2nd March, Friday, 1973. Born in a small village named Tiliapur, its in the middle of a jungle. Earlier it was part of Nainital District. Thanks to Ms. Mayawati, now its part of Udham Singh Nagar. I was born on a rainy evening around 6:30 . A day before Mahashivratri and that explains my mood swings. Named Birender by my father. I am the youngest child of my parents.

Suffered my childhood with chronic problem in my lower limb and people almost left hope that I can even walk. Thanks to my mothers tireless efforts, today I can not only walk, but can also run miles.

My first experience of schooling was at the primary school of my village. I went to school with a big board and came back before half day complaining that students out there smell. That was my first and last day at primary school. I know I sound like a snob. I still want the environment of primary schools to change. Its not about dress but cleanliness which I think does not cost more than just awareness.

Feeling quite nostalgic and over whelmed by the Messages, calls scraps and good wishes I got from my family, my Friends and specially my students. Thank you all of you. Offcourse I miss few people and there wish on my birthday, but I know they would have prayed for me . Thanks to all of them who have contributed to my life in more than one way. I will write more about my life later some time. Right now will close it here and once again say "THANK YOU ALL"