When i say India! I feel Place.

Being an Indian from birth, i have never felt as such proud about it. Not that i don't like being in India or something like that, but nothing made me feel that this is what i ever wanted, to be born and brought up in India. For me it had never been so important as in where i am born, and which county i love. For me its all about making the full use of your life, as we have to throw it one fine day.So when you know something is not going to be with you forever, you have to use it fully. okay, so this post is a kind of dedicated to my birth country India.

I know India is a country with diversity, and i had this dream to explore whole of india, the land, the culture, and feel about it. I am not very good with the ancient stories and philosophy's, or the Ramayana or Mahabharata( The ancient Sanskrit epic with great cultural ethics of India), i am never as such involved with any religion, or follow any one, Its not Ram (The god) or the Shiva or the Ganesha that matters to me, but there is something else that matters and we call that as humanity. My parents are a true believer of a god called 'Tirupati Balaji'( Almost half of the indians have visited Tirupati balaji, and they donate crores of rupees in the temple whenever they go), but for me and my brother we never felt that importance of following one god thing. I have always been to temple, no doubt in that, but when i go to temple i visit because i get peace, i get to feel the kindness that is still there in the world. But when people go to temple just to ask something, or to say them ' God please i want a good Job, or i want a good House' i feel bad about we Indians. May be i am wrong and i dont wanna hurt anyone here. But being an Indian i do believe in culture and traditions that we have, but i also believe that we need to work hard, play hard to get something in life. We just can't be totally dependent on god for everything happening in our lives.

I love something about India and that thing is when i am hungry and no one is there home, i am sure i can go to my Neighbors house and ask them to give me a meal. And yes that does happened with me. When i was in high school, at times i did't felt like eating my mom's cooked food, and i used to go to the neighbor and say....that i don't feel like having lunch at home. Well that's it, they used to force to have lunch there, and then leave me my way. I love how we all living in the same country follow different cultures, and atleast stand by side when in need. I love how we are growing and adapting to new and positive changes in the culture, but have the awareness of atleast to thank god everyday, or just look at the temple, turn, bend our face, and say thank god, and move on. How still Ganesha is the god to be prayed first in any event, be it marriage, or the new house construction, or buying of land or a new job. I love how we guys distribute sweets when we buy a new car, or when we get promoted. I actually like how we thank god at every moment or our life. But i also believe that hard work is needed and our own opinions should be hold on to.

I feel proud, when i see the country growing. I feel proud how every Independence and republic day we sing our national Anthem' Jana gana man adhinayak jaya hain, Bharat bhagya Vidhata' . When i say these words i feel a kind of responsibility i hold on to the country India. Being in MNC's we don't get to sing this even on Republic day or Independence day as well. But i see my Mom and Dad going to the office early in the morning of every independence and Republic day celebrating the country (as they work for central government, they have this tradition going on from years). They raise the flag, sing the Anthem, and then feel proud about being born and raised up in India. I have never seen the old Gen people complaining and Whining about India, unlike our Gen does.

As an indian, i have to do few things. Visit Taj Mahal - one of the seven wonders in the world, Visit the states and see the culture and enjoy the diversity. I also have the dream of getting married in Rajasthan ( a state in india, known for its couture) in their culture and traditions . I somehow from the time i was a kid, wanted to wear those heavy Jewell, the heavy traditional attire that people wear in Rajasthan. I love the city over there, Udaipur, and the lake, the camels, and how they still have prince and princess .

I love the sand, the quietness of the deserts, the folk songs, and then the palace on wheels (yeah its a kind of Royal train which takes you to all the destinations including Jaipur, Ranthambor, Jiasalmer, Jodhpur, Bird sanctuary Bharatpur etc.) and yes, that train is actually royal and with royal food, atmosphere with the Richest of people travelling in it. you have your own personal room, and the price is good too. They charge you us $ 500 to $670, depending on the occupancy. So i have a dream to travel in that.

 


Alright guys, i would like to conclude this article saying Happy Republic day to all.
Jai Hind!!


P.S: When i say getting married in Rajasthan that does mean to find a guy from there. But means, that my wedding should take place in the palace in Udaipur or in Jaisalmer culture.
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AdDiCtion DefiNed! and REfined. - Blog, Blog Blogging Blogging!

ah, i got up from my sleep, it was dark, i could see the laptop light blinking. It gave me a kind of satisfaction. 'Yes, the charger is plugged in' i talked to myself. hm. okay let me just check the e mail, and the FB, and if i have few more visitors to my blog, or if somebody commented. F5, F5, F5, ...i did that hundred times, before i got back to sleep again. It took an hours time from my sleep. Morning, before leaving for office and having the sip of coffee , rechecking the e mails, and F5, F5, F5 . i had few more followers, and page views on my blog. I smiled by myself and said ' I am becoming famous':P. It gave me a kind of relaxation that atleast people are visiting.
Office: Google chrome was started as the first thing, since i have all the passwords saved, just signed in to all my accounts, and rechecked the e mails, the FB notifications, the updates, the Blog. By that time, my friend came and commented ' Bus...always Facebook and blog. Do one thing stop working and just keep on writing the blog officially'. LOL i said. Yes, this is a new habit i have got from one of my Bestieeee. So instead of making efforts to laugh out loud actually, i just use a lingo LOL to show my happiness on any damn thing in the world. Lol is actually cute when you say it. It sounds like Lol.Try saying it with me, Lol, Lol. haha.

On the way to breakout, we discussed about the changes that FB made, and how people write shit about anything on their blog( including me) etc. etc. oh, with that i remember a story. While preparing coffee for myself, talking to my friend whom i accompanied for the short, quick break, I saw lighting on the opposite side office of our building. Well that company was Dell and we wondered why is it decorated. Is it because dell is gonna get married to Oracle (the other office adjacent to ours),I said. After i repeated to what i said, that is Dell gonna get married to Oracle ? My friend added on to it while mixing her tea, 'Yes : Merger &Acquisition'. Haha , it made me laugh. Yeah that's true. WOW! what a topic to write my next blog. 'Mergers and Acquisitions - Marriage between the two companies '. Nice topic right? I asked my colleague come friend. And started explaining her how am i gonna start the write up, giving all feel and exclamations. She said ' I think you have read a lot of Chetan bhagat, that's how i get the feeling' . I said ya.. i mean not exactly and tried to cut the topic, so that she should not start thinking i am a fool. We moved to our respective workstations to finish the never ending work but that topic was still going in my mind. On my desk, i opened the Blog, and the 'New Post'. Saved the title as a draft so that i don't forget.

Thats how it happen always. In fact we bloggers are a kind of weird. We try to find out the topic in whatever we talk, we think always..mind me always..because we have this gut feeling that we can get the Amazing thought at any point of time, be it eating, working, in the washroom, or brushing our teeth. Well, yeah that can be a topic as well. We are reallllyyyy realllyyy weird! and so we blog.

Few characteristics of a blogger or a blog Addict can be :

They never stop thinking, they always have a new post tab on their hand, they will always judge things, argue, and will disagree because that is what they are known for: Their own views and opinions. They love to write shit, they are addicted to  see how many page views they have, and from where all the visitors visited their blog, they love the F5 Key as it tells them where they stand, they are both qualitative and quantitative, they are someone who have their own identity, who knows what they feel about something, they have their opinion on everything and that is what matters (i think).

If someone comments on their blog, they reach to the highest level of happiness and give them the feeling of accomplishment. If someone adds them to the network, they are proud, and if someone follows them on their blog, without their emotional drama and torture, they start to improve themselves as a blogger because now people are following them!:P

Most importantly, they will have more number of drafts than their actual write ups (atleast i do). Some are finished, but i think not worth it, some are the titles, some are half done articles, and some are just there,for no reason, just in hope to get published one day!! Also we are addicted to blogging, and we just can't stay without the internet even a single day, it can kill us, atleast will make us go weak. We are always active when we are blogging, writing or thinking, other things makes us lazy especially household chores or something that our parents asks us to do. We always believe in ourselves no matter what happens.

So just accept that bloggers are blogging all the time, even in their dreams, because what they dream is, all about Blogging!! Blogger are a different creature all together! and believe me we are. LOL. :P

P.S : Logout is actually the damn hardest button to click! Phew. BTW, Let's play Blog blog blogging blogging. 

Waiting for the X Ray.

okay, i have no good lines to start this post, its total crap. If you feel like reading it out at your own risk you can certainly do so. Yesterday whole day i was excited to meet my parents after such long time. Well things were going as i planned, but you know something has to happen so that they don't work as per my wish. At 08 pm, i was in the hospital waiting for the x ray. yes, you heard it correct, i did say X ray. Report came, and the doctor said, carpal bones have moved from the place and so this is a fracture. I looked at my mom, and my father was worried. Is it surely a fracture? Doctor said yes. I asked how many days. He said, 8 weeks. Shit! 8 weeks. OMG. Now what about all my plans, i wanted to take me parents out for dinner, and some sight seeing. I can't even take leave from office as we have 01/17 deadline. Phew, i was exhausted. Coming to a normal condition i asked doctor : so are you gonna put the plaster now? He said for now we are gonna do temporary plaster as the hand i a bit swollen, and tomorrow please come in the morning for permanent plaster. Alright, we said, as there was no other option. oh and BTW, there was no doctor in the hospital. We called him, on an emergency case, and he came. There were no medicines available at the pharmacy, no bandage , nothing. and that was one of the known hospital of the city that is open 24/7. What can i say about the services and facilities that we have. Its better not to go to the Hosp. than to go and see the bad condition of the hospitals, and moreover the country.

Well before i end the article, the plaster was not on my hand, it was my father who slipped, and his ankle is now fractured, the first day of his visit!

What can i expect now. I am sad, and i am really sad.

P.S: I should start believing on the saying ' what has to happen, will happen' so better not to worry. Really not to worry? lets see. 

India and Incredible ? oh ya!

I bet you that staying in India is a big task. You have to make yourself ready for all the tragedies.Why tragedies? because they are! Holy shit, they are pure tragedies. Tragedy is something that happens out of the blue moon, anytime of the day, even when you don't expect something to happen. Tragedy is something..something..that disturbs you, your mind, suck your blood, break you silence, beat your pleasure and then give a devil smile and say " he ha..now live". In India, every moment can be called as a tragedy,...if..hold on..In India, every moment can be called a tragedy if you don't follow what i say..(heha A devil laugh). I am serious. Do as i say, or you are gonna feel the pain of staying in India. okay, i am sorry i am being a narcissist. back to what i was saying; i have faced few things, i should call it tragedies, still i haven't learned from them. I try hard, but assume that it won't happen again in our lovely India but India is full of surprises. I am sure people staying in india would agree with me.

Sooo from my basket of experiences here are few things that you should do when in India. :

# Morning eight : Mom shouted from the kitchen, Amy please go and get some milk, last night it got spoil. I said sure mom. Did i say like this? No, i made few faces, and scolded her that why don't she buy few extra packets and store them . huh. Still since i wanted the morning Tea, in such cold temperature, i pick the bike keys. I again heard a voice..Don't take your bike, the grocery store is near by, you should walk a bit and move your butt. She continued saying your generation kids are lazy and are gonna suffer when reach at our age and bla bla bla...I moved out of the house. I think she must have kept talking for a while after i left. yeah thats how my mom does. Walking on the road, i reached the nearest grocery store. And...and and...guess what ? can you? yes..it was CLOSED. I asked somone, why is it closed. They said ' Madam, aaj chunav ko lekar hadtal hain na, isiliye saari dukane band rahegi ' (Mam, since we have voting going on, and because of political protest all the shops will be closed today)

Now, can you imagine my condition. Morning, sorry early morning for me, my only wish was to have a cup of tea. Did i ask too much? and for that i had to struggle so much. Fine..that is also okay..but political protest? I mean that is crazy...what should i do. With a small face, cursing the politics, Indian leaders, the illiteracy, the poor ppl and the country I realized...

If in India, always have few extra for every thing. Be it milk, sugar, tea, vegetables, onions (you never know when the prices can go up, its just like stock market) and try having substitutes of the products, like for milk, have milk powder for emergency. If you wanna try Milk powder, try using Amulya, product of Amul. That is good. :P

# Hey Amrita (my senior called me up). Oh ya he is on rotation to united states. I picked up the call. Looking at the time i realized he is gonna ask me to stretch. Since it was Eleven in the night and it was time for me to go home. He said that i will have to stay a bit longer as he have some meetings, and then he needs me to complete some work after he is free. I very politely said ' Is it fine if i log in from home? I will reach in ten minutes, and will work from home. He was fine with it and rushed for the meeting. Came home, it exactly took ten minutes for me. Logged in and tried connecting to the internet. Something was wrong and guess what was it?  I shouted...I knew it..i knew its gonna happen. When i need internet the most..when i am hanging on the tree with tic and tac..internet won't work. I was awake until three in the morning. But India in india, it was not working still. I hardly closed the upper side of the laptop that made a kind of loud noice ( dupp). I didn't bother. oh when did it start working? Not until i left for office the other day. Terrible!!!

So number two is : Never ever rely on one service provider for internet services, if you have a WiFi, have a data cable because you are gonna need it surely every alternate day. And if you are addicted to Blogging, better have one.

# I decided, mind it I Decided, but you know whatever i decide won't happen if in india. So i was going a bit late everyday and so thought, will surely go on time from tomorrow..Whatsoever happens. Be it tide, or hurricanes. :P. Got up early, and then quickly switched on the geyser (oh ya,india most of the people still used the electric geyser, especially people like us who stays in a rented apartment), when i switched it on, i was not able to see the red light that indicates that water is getting heated. Switched it off and on..Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr there was no power!! !! !! yesss...and can you guess when did it came? three in the afternoon. Since i did not charged my laptop as well, it was dead. egghhh.! Heights of frustation i tell you.

So number four is always keep an alternate for hot water, and your laptops, mobiles and any other electronic devices fully charged. Remember, work on any device by plugging it to the charging point. Because you never know, its India after all...

# Well i don't have a story for this, and even if i have i can't share it. :P Number four is always keep a bucket full of water to be on the safe side. otherwise one day you will get up, and see there is no water coming in the tap, or in the shower or anywhere in the house.

# If in India, going on time is always twenty minutes after the actual time. So if someone says, i was on time assume that on time is twenty minutes late. And if someone says he came before time, that is on Time.

# We Indians have a tendency to stick on to our own words, and always assume that the other person is wrong. So what ever we say, say its correct. Do not argue, or tell us your opinion because we are not interested.

# Remember! be it a five stat hotel or a simple locality, the back side is gonna be full of garbage because indians usually throw the things that they don't want in the backside open area where the house is still building, or if its a barren land. you know we like to keep our HOME clean! we are cleanliness freak.

# Always be ready for unexpected incidences, like..burning of local train at Mumbai station, or a child falling down into the dig (believe me he became more famous than the president of India) or like, the petrol price hike, or how the Ministers threw Bata footwear's on each other while discussing a topic in the parliament, or like a husband slapped his wife for putting salt in the food( This is gonna be the breaking news on all the indian television news channels), or the murder of a man who was not so called famous,! uf.

So, watching news channel is like fun for people and breaking news is something that actually breaks you into pieces and burst out the laugh!

Inspite of all these tragedies, we all love our country and have a great respect!

P.S: Also we are damn proud about Taj mahal although we haven't visited yet and follow traditions strictly at home. Yes at Home. Outside we don't know what it stands for.

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Why can't you love me? I asked myself.

I called him.He didn't receive. I called again, and again. and again. Well how many times, it was more than 100 times i guess for today. Messaged him infinity times , no reply. I asked in my messages, to call him back atleast once. Just once, I wanted to listen to him for the last time, I wanted to talk to him for the last time before everything was over. Before our path takes the other way, and we depart from each other forever. But i tihink he was not even bothered about that one call or message that i was expecting from him. Waiting for his ONE call, Standing in the balcony, evening seven thirty it was, tried calling again. I knew he won't receive. I left the message again. Leaning down the left side walls on the balcony, the walls were wet as it rained sometime back. Looking down towards the local market that was rushed at that time, as people were buying vegetables for dinner. I thought the days back when he used to love me crazily. Why things changed? why his feelings changed for me from what they were back then. I just had a question why?    

I talked to myself :

what's wrong with you Aryan? Why are you not talking? I am the same, you are the same, then what changed? Why can't you love me now, like the way you used to do?

Why don't you like going out with me, remember those days, when we used to take your bike, and just go on and on, without knowing where to go.?

Why don't you come with me to have tea, 20 kms away, in the small village, the road side shop, just to spend time with me?

Why don't you call me again and again, to ask if i am gonna come home with you, having dinner, and coffee at Barista?

Why don't you care for me, when i am sick and not well, like you used to take leave from office, just because i had fever, and was alone at home?

Why don't you ask if i reached office safely, or if i am tired of work and need a break, to spend time with you?

Why don't you hold my hands, or say ' I love you' like you used to do all these years?

Why don't you like spending time with me watching Tv. or doing nothing, just sitting and sipping coffee and talking non sense, still laughing on every talk?

Why don't you message me at four in the morning, saying you can't wait to see me the first thing in the day?

Aryan, why don't you write silly poems for me, and sing some stupid song like:

Pal Pal Dil Ke Paas Tum Rehti Ho
Jeevan Meethi Pyaas Yeh Kehti Ho 

Pal Pal Dil Ke Paas Tum Rehti Ho

Well, a very famous hindi song from the Movie Blackmail) " Why  Aryan?

Why the wasting seconds doesn't matter to you now, when earlier, you never wanted to waste them and utilize in seeing me every-now and then.

Why don't you lie to your friends now, that you can't come out with them because you have stomach ache and how you used to run, so that they don't catch your lie. How we used to keep hiding from going to the places where they can visit.

Why did you dreams changed, the marriage, and how you wanted me to wear the Red color Indian Tradition Attire?

Why don't you want our kids to be the Doctor and the engineer?

Why don't you have fear of losing me, why , why? Why are you letting me go soo easily, when you used to say..Amy i will never let you go from my life. and i said ' let's see' , you challenged, and said ' Let's see babay, you are gonna lose it this time'. Well, i thought you are gonna win and i lose. They why Aryan?

I just want to know Aryan, why don't you love me? Why can't you love me ?

In the meantime i realized i have a message on my cellphone. .

It was from Aryan. and you know what did he say " I don't have any answer to your questions. But to be frank, i don't feel for you anymore. I don't get that love feeling somehow. you are a good girl, and i am sure you will get someone better than me. I know you are matured enough, to come out of it!.and Please Move On. That's all i can say."

I think he meant, Move on, Move on with the tears i have given you, move on with the sadness, the emptiness that i have gifted you. Move on, move on with something that can never happen.

I asked Myself again, The never ending question: Why can't you love me, Aryan?  Why? ? ? and the tear rolled down my eyes!

P.S.: Guys, Aryan is just a name i am using it to represent a person. It does not hold anything to anyone personally. 

So you think, you can't write?

I wonder, is it only me who think, that whatever i write is all bulls shit, crap, and just disgusting with no meaning. Is it only me, who think, that people are not at all interested in reading my blog? or any post , or any article i write? Is it only me, who feels, the articles  are just words and nothing more? Is it only me, who when read others article, or visit someone's blog, wonder, " OMG, the blog looks awesome, and see the number of posts, the followers, comparing with mine? Asking the question, why don't i have these many followers, ? what is soooo special in this bloody picture that it has promoted by 500 odd people? I mean common, my posts are better, faaarrrrrrrrr better than this person's? okay, enough of bitching i guess.. Oh no, not yet i have some more points to point out to the bloggers. Has it happen to others( ofcourse including me), that okay, i think i am not at all fit for this blogging and all, I should better focus on the one liner's on the FB and or Twitter( The tweet bird) P.S.: well i really find the bird really really cute. P.P.S : i know post script has to be used at the end. But thats okay, It's my post and i can write it the way i want.

okay, back to the topic. you know this is the worst habit in my, i wanna write on something, and my mind will have thousand thoughts running, that distracts the flow. ugh! i have to improve! okay, so,  I know many of us think , that we can't write and that, we should stop irritating people by our posts, and we should keep our thoughts to ourselves as you don't get the likes expected. Right? Are you also the one who comes under the category of " So you think, you can't write?" Well if yes, here are few tips and tricks to be followed when you are writing, or when you get through this thought.

1. Think of something original. Well when i say original, means, don;t peep into others blog( well, this gonna be my second point, but never mind if i mentioned it in the first one), and try to connect it to your post. you see love on some blog, and try to write on that, you see some invention and decide, oh yes, even i can write on invention. yeah! No, not all all. Don't do that ever.The main purpose of blogging is to share your thoughts, remember YOUR, its you what people want to know. It's what you think matters here, and not what others like, or on what topic i will get the most likes. A blog shows your personality, and so it should show your emotions, be it happy or sad, be it good or bad, be it wierd, or old, or new or religious or whatever. Remember again, originality of thoughts, originality of you, that is what makes you perfect. and that is what the first Criteria to become a blogger.

I would say : Be original, be the best! is the first main point you have to keep it mind.

2. As i already mentioned it in the first point : DO NOT peep into other blog's ,pages, and articles. Mind me, reading and peeping are two different things. I am talking about the later one. Do not peep. Again i will say, exploring is different than peeping. You can surely have a look, at the articles, the followers, the positives, the negatives, the Template used. But don't start replicating the things, thinking " Wowww, the template is awesome, let me change mine. Nope, never. See, appreciate, and move on. Come back to your page. So i would say:

Do not peep, just explore and appreciate.

3. No, not at all. I don't believe you do that.. Just don't judge your posts or an article by the number of likes, or comments, or How many of them promoted your post on Indiblogger( Well, that is what even i do). But that's a big NO, NO . why? well i have a reason. Likes have a logic and so do comments. Although people might be reading your blog, and your articles, but may not be 'liking' or 'commenting' as they are lazy to do so. or may be people are reading, but think, " oh common, how does it matters to him/her if i like. He anyways writes good, and i am sure he must be aware of it( I know wrong perception, can't help it). or the most important point, they must be thinking( I am sure many do) that what if he gets more likes, comments, or followers? what if he gets more popular on Indiblogger or on FB? What if people stop promoting my blog? and last but not the least, few thinks, "oh common, what am i even getting promoting somebody's post. Forget it. I am getting my share and i am happy." So imagine, if you think you can't write and people don't like your post, there are plenty of reasons for that.

So a BIG NoNo to deciding your capability on the basis of likes, and the promotion!

4. Short and sweetu : Well yes, this is something you can do surely. Remember you are writing a blog, and a blog is something quick. Where reader's wanna have a quick look at your article, and read it real quick, and just get that punch in a mile second. So try not to write 5000 words article where people can't complete it, and leave it half read. Always remember, its not the quantity, its the quality.

So, it should be short and sweet for sure!

5. I mentioned in point 4, about the punch in the article, where the reader is forced to get in the actual reading because something excites him. Well what can be that something? That something can be, most importantly, A UNIQUE Title!!! Yes, the title. it should be something that makes the reader click on your post, and atleast help him to get started read the blog. Always try that title keeps the suspense of the main content.

SO the Title should be Tiled awesomely!

and finally last, but not the least, on the list is :

6. Go back to point one, and read it again. Don't forget....

Be original, be the best.

Its 'HE' and 'He'

Situation 1:

I was 'I', with him.
I smiled, he laughed, he laughed, on my smile.
I was happy, he was happier, on my happiness.
I won, he won, I lost, he became sad.
I cried, he made me alright. I danced, he clapped.
I sung a song, he listened.
I dropped a vessel, he picked it up.
I fell, he stood next to me.
I did a mistake, he felt guilty.
I was wrong, he made me feel correct.
I didn't eat, he couldn't fill his stomach.
I wanted the extra scoop, he gave me all.
I fought with brother, he fought with him.
I topped, he was the topper.
I wanted to ride, he bought a bicycle.
I wanted to fly, he bought a bike.
I passed, he grew. I failed, he came down.
I learned, he scored.
I earned, he got richer.
I was successful , he was the reason.
I loved, he supported. 
I got married, He got his love of life.
I had kids, he treated them as stars.
I was happy, he was happy.
I was sad, he was sad.
Happy and happy!

Situation 2:



He was 'he', with me.
He smiled, I laughed, I laughed, on his smile.
He was happy, I was happier, on his happiness.
He won, I won, He lost, I became sad.
He cried, I made him alright. He danced, I clapped.
He sung a song, I listened.
He dropped a vessel, I picked it up.
He fell, I stood next to him.
He did a mistake, I felt guilty.
He was wrong, I made him feel correct.
He didn't eat, I couldn't fill my stomach.
He wanted the extra scoop, I gave him all.
He fought with brother, I fought with brother.
He topped, I was the topper.
He wanted to ride, He bought a bicycle.
He wanted to fly, We bought a bike.
He passed, I grew. He failed, I came down.
He learned, I scored.
He earned, I got richer.
He was successful , He was the reason.
He loved, I supported.
He got married, I got love of my life.
He had kids, I treated them as stars.
He was happy, I was happy.
He was sad, I was sad.
Happy and happy!

Well, Situation 1 is 'Me' and 'Father', and Situation 2 is My 'better half' and 'Me'. The difference is visible! And so i say, Love hold different place with different people. A father's love cannot be replaced by a mother's love. How much ever you love your gf/bf, your love for your kids will be different from his/her love. Love for your career is a passion to accomplish something, love for football is love for games, cooking is love for food. Buying car, is love for driving, Love is in everything we do. Everything we do is because of Passion, and passion is love, passion is loving something crazily!

One day while going to the office!

I got ready for office, and was near the parking area. Heard the voice, bhow- bhow. Went outside the building and guess  what did i saw? Two cute puppies, i think a week old, playing and crumbling the Chapati given to them. As they saw me going towards them, they ran, with food in their mouth, thinking i may eat all. I called again, baby come here..After a lot of efforts, I was successful in winning their hearts and now, we play everyday. I have to see them once i get back home, pat their back, love them and get into the apartment. If i don't see them, they listen to my vehicle's horn and come running. Wanna see the picture? Here it it!

Really, pets are something makes you happy. They are always with you, and give lots and lots of love, if you love them.Please, please, adopt if you have the capability. Even they deserve a better life.