Love - wonderful feeling

Don’t know from where to start, now a days I am so busy in my life. There are so many problems in my life for which I don’t have any solution. I am just waiting for the right time when all things will clear out.

I don’t know why people fall in love. Love gives so much pain and misery. It gives such a wonderful feeling that cannot be described in words. It touches your heart in such a special way. It makes you realize what a special person you are.... and how much you mean to the other person you love! You will never hurt the feeling of the other person. When you are in love so many things are understood unspoken!

Love brings so much happiness in your life. It’s so wonderful when you are with the person you love. You cherish those moments throughout your life; remember those moments when he/she is not with you. Some people take love differently, I can’t say why...
Every moment you have spend with your love always fresh in your mind like a wonderful moments.

I think “love” is the most wonderful and precious made my God. Everybody understands the language of love be it an animal, bird or human being. Think a moment for an animal who can neither speak nor understand your language, but it can understand that you care for him, that’s why when you go away he runs after you.

I think life would be so difficult without love. Imagine if a mother doesn’t love her child, how life would be! Life is a waste without love.

The other aspect of love is that you are selfless in love. You never demand anything from the other person because true love never demands. I have always seen that in true love, one of the person has to make sacrifice. I believe true love is something wherein a person can make sacrifices without any complain.

I really wish if you love someone truly, God will help you to achieve your love!

Money and Men

Its feels great when you hear the word “Money” . Isn’t it ! In today’s world everybody is running mad after money. It’s only because of money that people have very busy schedules like late night office. If you ask them,”You should give some time to your family”, and the answer is very much expected. “I am working very hard for my family”. Sometimes when I am lonely, I wonder why people are running after money, why is it not enough? After all money is nothing but only pieces of paper and why is it so important in everyone’s life?

In today’s world if you would have a chance to choose between your family and money, I guess most of you would choose money first. I don’t blame anyone for this because the reason behind this is simple, you can live without your family but you cannot live without money. The best example would be my papa. He is in Nagaland only for us. It is very dangerous place and he is doing his job there only for us, so that we have a better living standard. He misses his family and he is not bothered about himself. Many people are like my papa.

A day will come, when we will have to live all this material possessions behind and still we are running after money. Money also teaches us, who are our true relatives, friends. If you don’t have money people will leave you because it is in human nature. Just tell me if a person comes to you , how many days can you give space in your house. Not more than 5-6 days , because life has become so expensive these days , we cannot afford it.

Money is like flowing river going from one place to another and finally to the ocean. So, spend time with your family , friends and try to develop a strong bond with them because after all its your kindness , your nature that will go with you not your material possessions.

My first time cooking

This a very touching moment of my life that I want to mention in my blog and it happened During my summer vacations I went to Meerut with my papa when he was posted there. At that time I was in class 7th or 8th.
One day in evening I decided to prepare dinner for my papa and everyone else.
My mom was very happy just like any other Indian mother she always wants her daughter to cook well. Let me specify that It was not first time that I was going to cook but it was the complexity of the dish I was preparing that made me little nervous. Kadhi (prepare using curd) is really risky and some thing new for me and I was going to experiment this on my family, although I was more excited than nervous.
I was making Kadhi first time so my mom told me the complete recipe and ingredient required..
So, finally I was in kitchen and felt like a Queen taking over the charge of battlefield.
I mixed the curd in mixi together with all other ingredients like Chopped onion, Red chili powder, Turmeric powder, Salt, Gram flour etc.
Finally testing time came. My mom tasted it and told me its great. I was very happy but she felt that it tasted differently from what she makes. She ask me about Ingredients of my recipe. And then Bang! She told me the blunder I did. I had mixed Corn Flour (Makki ka atta) in place of Gram flour as I did'nt know the difference between the two. As long as the Kadhi was hot it tasted was good but when it started cooling you can imagine what happen with that . The test was horrible and it actually became a dough.
She laughed off again when I decided to make lady finger (Bhindi) But you know what was the best thing at that day my papa tasted my kadii and he told me its test is better then your mom makes..
Love you papa!!!!

Army Men with Non-Veg

It been quite long, since I penned down something here. I am busy with my work these days. I want to an incident that occurred with my Papa. One day we were discussing about non-veg. We are vegetarian people and though my Papa is in Army, he has never touched non-veg or Alcohol. I am proud of my Papa for this. Nobody in my family touches non-veg including eggs. My Grandfather used to eat eggs but not at home. He used to have it outside.

As we were discussing , Papa asked me I would marry someone who is a non –vegetarian. I replied “Yes I would”. Hearing this mom came running from the kitchen and said “Oh God! How can you stay with him”. I said “I don’t have any problem with him if he eats outside and not at home”.

My Papa started a story. Bettu(my pet name), there was a person , didn’t reveal his identity and introduced to me as his friend. This person was in army like my papa. He was similar to my papa, never having seen non-veg . One day he was assigned a task to prepare non-veg for everybody during ho training. There was a room in which 2 people for cutting meat. This man had to take this task because if he fails, he could get a tougher task. So finally , he entered the room. There were three people now including him. Cutting a goat is a very difficult task as his bones are very hard and it makes it all the more difficult for a vegetarian person when he sees blood. In spite of this ,the person took the knife and did his task. As he finished the task there was blood stain all over his body, including his face. He took bath for uncountable times but somehow he could not overcome this. He couldn’t take food for the next 6-7 days.

It took him 4-5 months to get normal. I was shocked to hear this and couldn’t imagine myself in his place. I was curious to know who this person was ? So, I asked Papa how come you know this person. He replied back “No Bettu, this person was not my friend , it was your Papa” . Listening this, send shivers down my spine.!

Friends Forever

Finally I have decided to write some thing about my best friend. In just four months, she has become my best friend.
She is most precious to me as since my highschool I never had a friend so close.
I finally got one in my office. I joined my company (Envigo) in July at that time I was the only one girl in my office and missing some one to do chugli (chit-chat).
She got selected for PPC in our company but she also work like HR, and does some content writer QC.
I love her so much because she always find mistakes in me. She teaches me how to behave well and not to behave like a kid. But I never listen her and laugh off.
Most funny thing with her she loves animals so much and she likes to pet them. Whenever she sees any animal she pets them.
One day after lunch we were walking on road. Suddenly she saw a cow with her calf.You can imagine being a pet lover she starting petting him without noticing people who were in a van watching this and she didn't know about that .
I was asking her to stop. After completing her petting process she realized what I wanted to say and we started laughing. This not only one incident there a so many incidents like this.

One day we were going to home and again she met with a dog and as usual she wanted to pet him. Do you know the dog was so cute and small but when she start petting him God!! The dog started growling.....
I started laughing she got really scared as she never imagined a small and lovable dog could be as ferocious as a tiger :P.
But I really enjoyed that moment.
I always wished for a friend like her because she has all qualities which should be in a good friend. She is sincere, understanding, kind, loving, tall, beautiful, funny and most important thing a dedicated pet lover.
You know why I love her so much because she always give respect to me like a give to her. Sometimes she becomes rude but it is ok for me.(if she reads this she'll kill me)
Whenever we go for shopping she selects clothes for me but she never expects same from me because I always choose funny clothes for her so she starts laughing and pleads me to stop suggesting.
She is very simple and sober. Her choice is also very descent and I think she is a wonderful friend.

If you have any story about any of your friends you want to share please comment on this post and I will make sure I publish your story.:)

A Beautiful mind

This is the story of a person whom I met recently. He had come to our house just before Holi, on 28 th feb. We didn’t have any conversation. Papa told me about him, so I decided to share with you. After hearing this I felt a real pain in my heart.

His name is Abdul Kalam Azad , Muslim by religion, was working as a cook in the army. So as a cook does, he cooks delicious food. He was posted in Nagaland along with my father. Though he was a Muslim, he had a statue of Durga maa and Lord Hanuman in his room, whom he offers prayers daily. Recently he was admitted in a hospital for 5-6 days and was reported to have Low B. P. After the release he got a letter from Army Head Quarters that he was no more, fit for army.

Within two months, he will have to retire. But he is no position to retire because he has three children who can’t start earning now. After retirement he would merely get 6 to 7 k which is barely enough for his family. Though he had so many monetary problems, but he still has a very big heart. He brought so many sweets for us. He also said “Sir, you are like Lord Krishna to me and I feel like Sudama. I am glad to meet your family. Thank you, Sir”. After listening to this I got tears in my eyes.

On the day of my father coming to Delhi from Nagaland, he had to stay in Guwahati for a day because his train was on the next day morning. Now uncle’s brother in law was staying there, so they both decided to stay in his house for a day. It was very cold there. At night uncle’s brother in law gave only one blanket each to both.

In the morning when my Papa woke up, he went inside the room where Uncle’s bother in law was sleeping. After seeing him my papa eyes were filled with tears. He was shivering in cold. He had only one blanket and he gave it to my papa. In this selfish world when someone demands something our hearts shrink. If I were in place of him, I would never give the blanket to anybody.This is the fact in real life if you have one piece of Bread, cloth or whatever, you would never share this with any unknown person. So, at last I just want to say, try being a good human being first , because it is really needed in this selfish world to make it beautiful.

Lovely childhood days!!!!!!

I feel like a stranger in my own blog. Couldn’t update something for quite a while. Anyways got something to write now.... This is a very old incident, from my childhood days. If I could remember correctly, I was in 4 th grade and was studying in KV 1 in Chandigarh. Once my mamaji came to stay with us, I was very happy as he is only 6 yrs older to me and is like a elder brother to me. After few days, he decided to head back to his village. I also wanted to go with him but my mom didn't agree to this.

But I am very rigid and adamant, so somehow my mom agreed and told my mama for my admission in Bulandshar. Finally, we reached the village; there my nani was waiting for me. She fondly used to me "Mangta"(there is storybehind this name also). She was a sweetheart but she is no more with us.

Lets come back to the story, my started the task given by my mom "My admission in KV".Mama and me went to the the school for my admission but there was some problem in admission as my father was not there. The Principal needed some letter but it not possible for my father to come. Mamaji decided to call my other cousin mamaji who was a govt. employee. He told me to stay back there, gave me some money and asked me not to leave the place till he returns.

I was enjoying chips outside the school, but he didn't return for 2 hours. I decided to go home myself. I bought some bananas from a nearby shop for my nani and started my journey back home. I had no idea, where to take bus; suddenly I saw a bullock cart there. I asked the uncle on the bullock cart to help me. He laughed and readily agreed to drop me near the sugar farm. It took nearly three hours to reach.

There was chaos and drama as I opened the gate. My mom was scolding my mama and all the three were crying. My mom came rushing towards me, slapped me and again started crying.

When they saw banana in my hands, everybody started laughing.

I really miss my childhood days!!!!!!

Memorable Day of my Life

This is one incident which happened during Diwali last year. It is still vivid in front of my eyes. My papa was here and we decided to celebrate the Diwali in my village with my Dadi. My father is in army as I had mentioned earlier, our ancestors were farmers, so there was the blood of farmer still in him.

So finally the day came when we were at our village and I in particular was very happy because I was here after three years. I was a wonderful morning and from morning itself I was very excited to go to Farm. I was insisting my father but he was busy in something else.

Finally in the afternoon me and my sister's, after taking permission from my Dadi, started our journey towards the farms which we refer to as “Khoti Wale khate” . Our farms were near the river and there were lots of monkeys there. As we were passing by many of them looked at us like aliens. We were really enjoying ourselves. But this happiness was not long lasting. As I reached the farms there, my feet started to tremble. I was numb suddenly and my sister wondered what was the reason.

As I looked across our fields were flooded with water. The rice plants were dry and were ready to be cut. Papa had decided to commence the cutting on Monday, the day after Diwali. I felt sad for my papa and Dadi(grand mom) as they did work hard on this for six months. We decided to go back call papa but it would rather be late. So we both decided to do something ourselves. As I entered the field it was knee there was knee deep water and as our fields were at lower level, the water was rushing in at a great pressure. Near to our fields some ladies were working, I asked a shovel from them and tried to put mud on the point where water was entering. But the water was gushing in with lot of pressure. A boy who was working in the field nearby helped us and somehow we succeeded. Papa arrived at the scene after thirty minutes and he put some mud and wood to prevent any further leakage that could happen.

Our clothes were fully wet but it was really adventurous. Papa said “I am proud of my daughters”. I also got hurt near my eyes during this but was satisfied.

In the evening we all celebrated Diwali.

Valentine's Day

So finally the month of Valentine's Day is approaching. I assume everybody reading this, would know

What is this day meant for? :) It’s a western concept but now I believe it’s accepted worldwide. Though still it is widely opposed by Hindu Fundamentalists. Still I believe this custom is here to stay.

For me this day is a "Symbol of Love". I really feel if you really love someone be it in your family, friends, you should express it in words. Because now a days, people have become so obsessed with oneself that they really forget this basic thing .... To express love.

I really this feel this for my little sweetheart, aged only 13 years. Every day she says that "you don’t love me anymore" and "you don't have time for me". So I make it a point to bring kurkure and chocolates for her when I come from office and she loves it. We also go sometimes to eat golgappa.

When I was in my school, guys used to put roses on the girl's desk. The girls used to be very happy and try to find out who had done this but in vain. This was great fun!!!

My dad says this day "lafango ka Din hai yeh"

To this, I say this to my dad that this day is not for boys/girls but its for everybody whom you love it may be absolutely anyone. He would laugh off to this.

So make this day wonderful with your loved ones and don't behave like what my papa said!!!

Meaning of Dreams !!!

Dreams can be defined as something which comes to us in the state of unconsciousness. Our logic and reasoning tends to be dormant. These dreams come to us mostly when we are sleeping. It may be something beyond our imagination. This was beautifully illustrated in the latest Hollywood blockbuster "Avatar". Dreams may sometimes turn into nightmares which may awake us in the middle of a night. I used to have this in my schooling days which I had mentioned earlier.

The best kind of dream which many would not categorize as a dream is "Day Dreaming". This is something which we want to achieve in future or some unfulfilled wishes of the past. They are very spontaneous and recurring. They keep us aware of where our energies should be concentrated on!!! There are many such dreams in my life also.

As I had mentioned earlier I quite a lot of time travelling and this is the time where I cannot help but dream. My dreams aren't different (or probably may be ) from any one's dream. I wish to have three big luxurious homes. One for my parents and siblings. Other for me and would be future family. Wondering about the third one!!!

The third one would be where I would go when I will have fights with my husband. Three, four luxury cars would be enough. I still wonder why I want these!!!

I want be a successful person in my lfe also so that my papa would be proud of it!!! May be a good position in a Government job or have my own company!!!

These things may seem impossible at this stage without hard work. But I am a firm believer that nothing is impossible. As someone said "chase your dreams". I believe every invention and every success be it in any field would have been "dream" someday.

These are some dreams which I want to achieve without hurting anyone's feelings. Here at last I would quote my favourite lines "Bas itna ho ki main bhi bhuki rahu aur koi shadu bhi bhuka na rahe”!!!

papa accident

One fine evening I asked my father to buy a scooty for me. Reason: I face problems in going to office. He happily agreed to this idea but my mom was very much infuriated by this idea. She is my "loving Hitler" as we siblings sometimes refer her to as. She just started scolding both me and my papa. Then an idea struck my mind. I provoked him by telling him "Kya papa aap bhi na maa se dar gaye". As it is he is in army this was enough to excite him. I was very happy because this was the first step towards my scooty. We searched for scooty's model over the internet at about 12 am. After lot of search we finally agreed upon "Activa".I couldn't sleep whole night as I was very excited.

I woke up to a very cold chilly morning next day. I had my breakfast and quitely reminded papa about our plan. When "Hitler" came to know about this, she warned us both that she would not allow us both to enter home if we returned back with scooty. We laughed off to this warning, papa started the scooter and we left.

Luck was not with us that day!!! As we were on our way my dad was riding behind a auto. Suddenly the auto stopped. Papa applied brakes but somehow the scooter got misbalanced and we both fell on the road. I got some minor scratches in my legs and hands. I immediately started weeping. Some people gathered around us and consoled us. Some of them asked about my wellness but I was not in a position to tell anything. After about 30 minutes papa asked if we proceed for the scooty or return back home. I knew papa was hurt badly and I was very scared. I told him that we return back home. I don't know how he started the scooter and somehow we returned home. My dad asked me to lock the garage and he went upstairs to our flat. He asked him not to describe this to mom but I thought how that was possible.

When I entered the room, papa was lying on the bed and nobody was aware about the incident. I couldn't resist myself and described the whole incident. Hearing this, Hitler again started.

Meanwhile she rushed and came back with some ointment. Her eyes were filled with tears while she applied the ointment on our wounds. I was laughing all though this because this was not the first time papa met with an accident. As this was going on, papa suddenly said “Thank you God my daughter is safe".

Hearing these words, I realized how much papa loves me!!!

He was badly hurt, still not able to walk properly but he was thanking God for me.

This is one of the incidents which make me believe how much pains my parents take and how many sacrifices they make for me!!!

I love my Papa and Mom so much!!!!

Delhi City and Me

It has been quite a scary and harrowing experience for me. When I say "I don't like Delhi”, I am not the first person saying this, there are many others who would agree to this. My family is staying in Delhi for 6 years now. When I was doing my B.Tech. in Chandigarh, I used to come over here during my vacations. But never in my wildest dreams had I thought that I would work here.

In Chandigarh, we never used to travel by bus neither did we have any frequent traffic blocks. But in Delhi, this is a everyday thing!!! It was July, last year that I relocated to Delhi for my new job. During my early days here, I used to cry in the bus because it took so much time to reach home. Daily 5 hours of my day goes in travelling. That’s mathematically one-fifth of your life goes in travelling... Just imagine!!! What make the worse is that, there is so much rush in the bus. There is hardly any place to even stand. But now I seem to be enjoying this because it makes me realize what life is all about. This city has taught me one thing – the struggle that we do to find a place in the bus closely resembles the struggle that we do in real life for survival.

Our days start with running and ends with running. In between we hurt so many people, but do we realise this? Life has become a marathon!!! Our lives changes dramatically once we shift from college life to corporate life - where it simply means "survival for the fittest". I also feel that in "corporate life" we do not have time for ourselves. Just like any other people residing in Delhi, I have never visited India Gate, Lal Quila etc. People come to visit these places from abroad. I simply don't have time. I believe the people reading this blog would agree to this. If anybody has any different opinion, please let me know!!!

heart touching story

In everybody’s life, a moment comes when one realizes there are some things more important in life than just money, success and other worldly pleasures. One such moment came when I was pursuing my B. Tech in Chandigarh. My college was situated in a very remote location. One day it was raining very heavily and I had no means to go. So, I decided to stay in the room. Later I went to the market to buy some food for me. Just nearby the market there was big ground. My heart stopped beating for a moment when I saw the condition of the people in that ground. In the ground some poor people used to stay and because of heavy rain the ground was flooded with water, their tents and beds were all wet. There were so many little children and women. The men there were looking so helpless. I wish, I could have done something for them.

I thanked God that day several times as to how lucky I was, for giving me such wonderful parents who gave me so much love and a home to stay. I also believe that one should not feel jealous and be unhappy looking at people who are superior to you in money wise. It does mean that you are satisfied with whatever you get, we should try to excel in life in whatever we do. But sometimes take a moment to help those who are downtrodden and poor, like the people who were on the ground that day!!!

Schooling Time in J.N.V Bulandshahr

So finally I have some time to update my blog. One thing which is really unforgettable and nostalgic for me and probably for everyone is "Schooling days" . When I was around 12 years old, I joined Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya in Bulandshahr.My father is in Indian Army and at that point time he was posted in Srinagar, Jammu & Kashmir.I had to join in 5^th standard there and to my utter surprise, I was selected to stay in the J.N.V. Hostel. This thing made my mom very angry upon me because I had to leave my home and as it is my dad wasn't there.

Finally the day came when I had to leave home. I left home with a bag, oh sorry it was a tiffin box filled with some clothes and sweets. I reached the school in afternoon, with my sweetheart grandfather(dadaji) . As I entered the school campus, I saw many others like me who had come for new admissions here along with their parents. Most of the children were crying but contrary to that I was very happy. Wondering why? Reason: I got a new school dress, new bed, new plates and a new environment which made me really happy!!!

After joining here, I had made lots of friends namely Beena, Deepti and many others. It was there, where I realized that what friendship is. We enjoyed lots of funny moments together. We used to attend marriages of someone we didn't knew just as Aamir and his friends do in movie "3 Idiots". But luckily we were never caught like them. We used to steal chapatis from the dining hall. I also remember making curd out of milk mixed with sugar.Given a chance,I would like to relive those moments once again.
Gradually four years went by and I had reached my 10 th standard. I used to study all day during this year. After my exams, I decided not to stay here. Not because I did not like this school anymore but because I was afraid of ghosts. We had a graveyard nearby and I feared that there were lots of ghosts in the school campus.I used to tell this to my papa too everyday.
After that I joined K. V. Secundarabad (Andhra Pradesh).My father was posted there and for the next two years, I stayed with my parents.

First Job Experience

if me talking about my first job experience then I can say it was my first job but I was not getting any salary for my work.
It was my training time during my b.tech form P.T.U in chd(punjab). Every body know that in final year during B.Tech students have to join any training it may be related to learn something new or get experience in work in a company. so me and my friends
so my very good friends Nitin, Deepak and Deepika have finally selected for training in Sebiz Info Tech . During our interview in Sebiz the company manger promises to us that they will provides the teacher to us who will teach .Net to us so we was very happy to learn some thing new but we have to pay 18000rs to company and they will give back our money 3000rs per month. but problem is not all this things at that time problem is waiting for us.
so finally in Dec we have joined the company. it was my first day of company and somebody came to me and He said in our ways "sala tum ko kish ne fasha diya".
so after that you can imagine my condition I want to cry at that time.
from that day my life have totally change because I want to Chd to become a software engineer but I came back to home as SEO executive.
but I can't say that my training time was bad it was great experience for me because I have learned so many thing from Sebiz before that during my college I don't know what is Goggle, URL, and so many thing about internet marketing.
so finally I can say that I am SEO executive in Envigo Marketing because of sebiz only.
thanks to Sebiz.

Blogs Experience

So finally I have created my own blog but this not my first blog I have create so many blogs before this blog for my project purpose. but this is the first one in which i am going to share something about me ,my family and my friends.
I think so many people have a habit to write about daily routines, some special and bad moments of life. In college time I also used to do that but now I have a better way to share my feeling with my friends and family.