Love is our calling,

Love is our faith,

Love is everything,

Love me so tender,

Love me so fine,

Love is something divine,

Without your love Im totally pained.

Love is eternity,

Love is living with serenity,

Love is the most beautiful thing,

Without love I will be shamed.

Emotions tender,

To your love,

Ray of hope

After ages I REALISED,
the tiny moments life gives us are perfectly devised.



Not one single day I have sacrificed,
since each moments value I REALISED.


To do or not to do? to be or not to be?
For answers to these questions were alwes disguised.

But they came easily when a moments value I REALISED
Love came easily, happiness filled my todays
those positive thoughts I prized.

A MOMENT can change your life,
after ages I REALISED.

Love with style, hate for a while;
life is too short to waste on emotions docile.


Fill your day with smiles;
so that sadness is away more than 100 miles.


Build your life full of coloured tiles;
no darkness will ever embrace you and make you fragile.

Everyone a friend no one an enemy;
should be your mantra to file.

Harm noone and respect all;
achieve a place in each heart"s aisle.

Zindagi mai apneaap ko pehchanana seekho,
Duniya mai apne ko dhaalna seekho...

Mushkil hee nahi bereham hai zindagi,
Iss Duniya ko apna dost banana seekho...

Har kadam pe milega koi
Har mode pe rokega koi,
Ye kadam na ruke,
bas yeho seekho...

Kaafi dukh kaafi khushiyaan,
Sab rang dikhlayegi ye duniya,
Iske rango mai nahi,
Iss duniya ko apne rang mai rangna seekho.

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Can only a man make a woman, feel like a woman?

Who is a woman?
What is a woman???????????????????????

There is this famous song I really like which talks about how great a woman is and I am sure all of us have heard it…I will just quote few lines from it…

She can ruin your faith with her casual lies

And she only reveals what she wants you to see

She hides like a child, but she"s always a woman to me


She can lead you to love, she can take you or leave you

She can ask for the truth, but she"ll never believe you

And she"ll take what you give her as long it"s free

Yeah, She steals like a thief, but she"s always a woman to me

She can do as she pleases, she"s nobody"s fool

And she can"t be convicted, she"s earned her degree

And the most she will do is throw shadows at you,

But she"s always a woman to me�

Woman – is it only in a biological sense? i.e., anyone who
biologically or speaking in a manner of gender, looks like a woman / female is
a woman or is there more to a woman than physical being? DO you agree? I don’t.

• who is sensitive yet strong;
• courageous yet delicate;
• beautiful yet down to earth;
• bold yet docile;
• intelligent yet innocent;
• novice yet experienced;

• love her
• care for her
• respect her
• accept her
• look upto her
• feel proud of her
• appreciate her
• be happy with her
• make her happy
• listen to her
• talk to her
• be her friend, guide and philosopher
• let her be your friend, guide and
  philosopher

I think by being all this and with this approach every man can make a woman truly feel like a woman.

Unki aankho ki chamak,Unke hothon ki muskurahat,
Karti hai hamare dil pe ek ajeeb si ahat!!!

Unke lafzon ki khanak,
Unke chehre ki masumiyat,
karti hai hamare dil pe ek ajeeb si ahat!!!

Dil Dhamey baithe hai hum,
Unki ek jhalak ke intezaar mai,
Aisa asar karti hai hamare dil pe, unke aane ki ahat!!!

This is for you Rishie (u can read this now)

Dhokhe si bhari hai duniya,
Dhokhe se bhara hai har insaan
धोखे से भरी है द�निया
धोखे से भरा है हर इंसान

Intezaar hai ek dhokha
Ishq hai ek dhokha
Dhokhe se na bach paya koibhi meri jaan
इंतेज़ार है �क धोखा,
इश�क है �क धोखा
धोखे से ना बच पाया कोई भी मेरी जान

tumko kisi ke aane ka dhokha sata raha hai
humko kisi ke jaane ka dhokha sata raha hai
त�मको कीसी के आने का धोखा सता रहा है
हूमको कीसी के जाने का धोखा सता रहा है

tumhare lafzon se hua humko yakin
ke dhokhe se bhara hai har insaan
त�म�हारे लफ़�ज़ो से ह�आ है हमको यक़ीन
के धोखे से भरा है हर इंसान
 

�Ouch! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee�.oh Noooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!� a� loud scream, like a screechy voice, came from the first floor of the Malhotra house. Everyone ran upstairs to see what the cause of the scream was as only FP was upstairs. FP (it�s another story why he�s called so) was in pain and the reason was not only funny but also something not yet heard of by anyone in this household. On seeing his mom, FP cried out, �Mumma, I have cotton stuck in my ear� and saying so he was close to tears.

Things became worse by the evening when FP�s boss walked out of his cabin and called
out to him and he did not hear. His boss was a nice man and had no hang ups in
life. So he walked to FP�s work station and says politely to him� come to office with clean ears tomorrow and right now come to my cabin.� Since FP was concentrating on his work and also unconsciously was lost somewhere, he was caught unawares and almost jumped in his chair at this.

That night on the drive back home FP thought to himself that he cleans his ears everyday and sometimes twice in a day then why he cannot hear anyone. Little could he figure out that it was not his ears that were a problem but his tiny brain that was running absent mindedly for no apparent reason. Nevertheless when FP took his daily ritual shower in the night after dinner he proceeded towards the dressing table where a box of ear buds were stacked neatly. FP was quite methodical and had a place fixed for everything. If his things moved from here to there he created havoc in the house so his mom was quite careful and cleaned his room herself. He opened the ear bud box checked the label and was the one he uses regularly and pulled out two buds. Then on second thoughts he took out two more as for no reason he thought his ears maybe really dirty if he could not hear properly. In walked in front of the bathroom mirror and slowly brought the ear bud to his left ear first and cleaned it in circular motion i.e. clockwise which he always did. Not much came out so he tried the other ear. He brought the second ear bud to the right ear and did the same thing. Still not much came out. He thought probably he was not doing it right. He took the third ear bud and slowly put it to his right ear again and decided to go in deeper this time and for long. He kept moving the bud in circular motion and when psychologically he thought this should do he pulled it out. But all he had in his hand was bare blue stick without the cotton bud on top of it. He was aghast.

�Mummaaaaaa, do something please�, said FP to his mother pleadingly while all of them walked
down to the living room laughing. The family left this side of the work in the house to Mrs. Malhotra and as it is FP was spoilt by Mrs. Malhotra only. She was the only one who could straighten him and bear his tantrums. FP was the kind that even if he had minor cold he had the entire house turned upside down. Mrs. Malhotra went to the kitchen and began to heat small quantity of mustard oil in a pan. �What you doing?� walking in the kitchen FP asked his mum. �You going to burn me up by putting hot oil in my ear�, added FP. � Keep quiet and sit down� said Mrs. Malhotra while giving him those motherly looks that could only quieten him.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzz��zzzzzzzzzzzzz�.let the music play...Ooo aaaaah let the music play�FP�s phone began to ring. He took it out of his pocket and without realizing put it to his right ear.
�Hello!� said FP while answering the call. He could faintly hear someone saying something so he said again, �Your voice is not clear please call again� saying so he kept down the Phone. Laughing out loud Mr. Malhotra walked in the kitchen to drink water. �What�s so funny pa?� with painful and irritated ex-pressions FP asked his dad. �Nothing� trying to control his laughter he said to his son, �just that you trying to hear from the ear that has the super mega cotton bud stuck.�

�Oho, don�t bug my son. Go and sleep or watch news� saying so Mrs. Malhotra came with
a funnel shaped container to pour some hot oil into FP�s ear. With much effort FP let his mom put the oil in his ear and the ex-pression on his face was worth a shot and who best to cash upon such ex-pressions than his elder brother who at that precise moment walked in with the camera and �Click� came a sound and the moment was captured and all FP could manage was �Mummy, tell bhaiya to stop this madness. And please will someone call the doctor�, said FP after realizing that the oil was no use after all as nothing came out even after tilting his head after that.

Mr. Malhotra began dialing the doctor�s number and was on the phone with him when FP walked in the living room and heard his father saying to the doctor,� Yes, doctor. I understand. No problem i will explain it to him.� And just as Mr. Malhotra was keeping down the phone FP grabbed the receiver from his dad and spoke quickly into the phone, �Doctor please tell me an easy way to get rid if this. Some drops of something.� The doctor was smiling at the other end and was a family doctor so he knew FP very well so he said to him, � I have already explained it
to your father about putting some nasal drops in the ear and sleeping and don�t worry its going to okay� saying so he cut the call.

FP looked at the watch and saw the time was past 1130 pm and at this time no chemist would be open near by and the 24 hour chemist was a little distance away and his brother was already asleep and he did not want to bother his father. So he walked up to the medicine cabinet and frantically began to look for the nasal drops. He turned with irritation on being tapped on the shoulder and saw his granny standing there with something in her hand. �Grandma I thought you slept� said FP with a forced smile as he could never be rude to his grandmother. ��When my munna is in pain how do u expect me to sleep.� Pulling him by the arm and making him sit on the sofa said his granny. She began to pour few nasal drops in his ear and patted him lovingly on his back and saying in their mother tongue� jaa soow jaa, sawere theek ho ju� meaning go sleep now all will be well by morning.

On reaching his bedroom FP for the last time tried to stand on one leg and tilted to his right and was thumping his left ear before sleeping in the hope that the bud would fall out. In this attempt of making the bud fall out of his ear he was about to fall on the floor, so he gave up. Morose and irritated FP finally lay on his bed twisting and turning unable to sleep. Sleep eluded him that night when he needed it the most. He could not think of anyone who he could call and find solace talking to at this hour as it was 1am already. Somehow he manage to catch some sleep as he was a bit tired from the strenuous exercise he got trying to get the damn cotton bud out of his ear.

Suddenly in the morning at about 6:00 am FP woke up. He could hear nothing as the fan was switched off and due to the ac being on his right side the buzz of the ac also could not reach him. He quickly got up switched on the bathroom lights looked in the cabinet there and picked a tooth pick. He had enough. It was like someone had come in his dream and told him to do so. He put the toothpick in his ear while setting aside all apprehensions and with some effort managed to pull the cotton out of his ear which fell thump in the basin. Before washing it down he gave it one look and saw how big it had grown by absorbing the drops and oil like a dark monster.