Its time....

She packed her things in a bag. There wasn't much stuff as she had always lived in a home, rarely went out and was a classic example of minimalistic living. She turned back the last time the drawers and cupboards lay open but hadn't made much difference. The bed lay sad and lonely. The shining television set was hanging on the wall, her only companion for years crying out miss you. The breeze flowing through the window was dancing with curtains waving her good bye. The house was calm but the emptiness in her heart was making her heartbeats sound louder than drums.

Walking towards the door she thought about the 25 years she had spent in this place. She stepped into the house at that age of 20 dressed in a red bridal saree with a dream in her mind of leading a wonderful life. Every single moment of these 25 years she had invested in the people of this house. She had done all her duties and responsibilities with full responsibility and heart. She had sacrificed her job, family, friends to fulfill the demands of this family. All she did was for them and now what she was left with was ignorance, no respect and loneliness.

Her husband never took her out as then how would he maintain his status by introducing her as a housewife. Her children felt low and never took her to the school meetings as they felt ashamed of her being a housewife. She even didn't remember the last time she had been to a place other than the stores that sold household stuff. She had spent her life doing all the household work from repairing the mixer to paying the bills, from cleaning the house to get the kids studies done, from delivering 2 cute babies to nursing every patient at home. And now she was just a housewife.

She had loved everybody enough but now it was time to be herself. One last time she took a deep

breath, closed the door behind her, placed the keys where she usually hide them and start walking. Yes, she had made her decision now. She wore that smile on her face, waving goodbye in her heart to the people around. She had opened the door to her new life away from the sadness, loneliness and emptiness of this house. With every step she feels her new found confidence building up. She feels like the people all around are cheering up on her decision.

She feels the rays of sun giving her the warmth of energy, the cool breeze a ray of hope, a signal to a better life coming ahead. She noticed an old man sitting on a bench on the pavement reading newspaper. Something written in bold caught her attention. She bend down to take a closer look and it was an advertisement for a woman wanted to supervise the servants and take care of the house and old couple and kids living there. She thought, her time has come. That was what she had excelled herself in doing a quarter of century and doing the same was also going to pay her now. This was her chance, to a new life.....

She noted down the address of the place and caught the bus heading there. Her time had come.....

Just another weekend....

Its saturday morning and yeah today he will be coming back from office until lunch. Its the arrival of weekend and plans have started building up. He will be completing his pending sleep of whole week after the lunch getting up directly at dinner time. And then he would suddenly realize its saturday night so a drinks night will come up with friends and the dinner will be consumed after midnight that too if he is in mood of having some food. Sunday mornings are supposed to be spent on bed but the rule gets modified here and he is up exceptionally early at times even before God. Its a treat indulging himself in some early morning movies and then a cricket match with the friends. By the time he returns its noon. Time dedicated for lunch with eyes glued to the television set (as usual) and then some cricket match or sunday special movies comping on air. A glass of beer in hand, with some snack and an unappreciated lovely dinner. The coach develops a duct into it by the time its time to sleep. Sometimes a boys day out with friends pops up but thats it.

Weekends are the perfect occassions for some me time. Of course there's no time during the weekdays left after the job, dinner with eyes glued to the tv and sleep after getting exhausted by the programmes/movies displayed.

She makes sure that he is not disturbed at all and gets everything on time and as demanded during the weekdays. She waits impatiently for the weekend to come with a hope of getting some we time. She will leave no work for the weekend as it would disturb him or even eat up on their time together.

The schedule is going on since some 100 weekdays and weekends. She is living with a hope of getting noticed some day. She keeps on moving around him, doing things he likes, and everything she could possible think of just to get noticed. No its not that he doesn't love her. He is very kind to her, she is never deprived of anything. He remembers her birthday and their anniversary every year. They go grocery shopping together. Anytime she demands of spending some together he pulls her beside him on the sofa and they watch the tv together.

Does sitting on the same coach watching the same television programme together without a word being uttered means being together. Does eating in the same plate with face in the direction of the favourite movie coming on air without the appreciation of food means being together. Does leaving the changes in the partner unnoticed specially made for you means being together?? Does sleeping on the same bed without kissing good night means being together?? Does living under the same roof without knowing whats going on each others lives means being together?? Does only knowing that the partner is alive but not bothering is living or not means being together??

Marriage is like a song, where the Lord's sweet melody of love comes from two hearts joined as one, husband and wife. Neglecting a persons individuality is not less than a crime. Every person in the

universe needs to be known, cherished and respected. And done more specifically if the person is your mate. Indifference and neglect do much more damage than outright dislike. When making any choice in life, never neglect to live and to live with person you love.

Being honest, the real threat to marriages is none other than loving commitment whether in the form of neglect, indifference or cruelty. So many women die every year due to depression. Its not the biology that kills them as much as neglect. Death only kills once but ignorance, neglect kills every moment of life. It is better to not be in a relationship if you are going to act single. It hurts being ignored cos it makes the person look foolish trying to get some attention.

She may get used to it. She may get used to being cancelled, left alone. She may get used to being left as the last option.She may get used to being forgotten. She may get used to not exist. It would all be still fine. She will learn to live it that way. But just imagine how would it feel if all of that happens to you. What would happen to your alter ego , your manhood?? 

In life there is always a purpose behind everyone you meet. Some will use you, test you, teach you, bring out the best in you and some will just love you. Love you for you being you, irrespective of however you are, whatever you do. They will always you, be with you. Love is not about sex, going on romantic dates or spending money on each other. Its all about being with the one who makes you fell like nobody else does, makes you feel complete. we oftenly underestimate the power of a smile, touch, a kind word, a listening ear or even the smallest act showing you care. All of these have the power to move a life around.

Being alone does not mean you are lonely or being lonely does not mean you are alone. Choose your relationship wisely. Its always better to be alone than being lonely and neglected inspite of being in a relationship. Good relationships never happen in a moment of time, they take time, patience and lots of work and desire to be put in. The purpose of a healthy relationship  is to grow together and achieve you goals together without disrespecting or ignoring each others individuality.

Never waste a moment in your life holding grudges, it may be the last one with your love. In

relationships distance is not measured in miles but in the affection they share. Two people might be sitting next to each other but may be miles apart. so make the effort to nourish the special bond. Trust me its worth the effort. Never neglect the people who are important to you taking them for granted that they will be always be there. One fine day you would wake up to realize that they are gone to never come back.

Half a million women die each year around the world in pregnancy. It's not biology that kills them so much as neglect.
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Half a million women die each year around the world in pregnancy. It's not biology that kills them so much as neglect.
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Every mind likes celebrations. It gives more pleasure & memorable moments. Today is One of that day. So enjoy it & feel the moments. Have a Nice Day Together.

Wedding??? Ahan, Competition!!!

Recently I had been to a wedding of my darling friend. When they were in the middle of their pheres, I heard some ladies chatting behind me. They were so loud that I couldn't help but hear. To my utter surprise they were criticising the brides saree. She no doubtedly looked ravishingly beautiful but to

their taste she was wearing a majorly heavy saree than she could carry.

"Oh my god the saree must be double her weight"

"Had she chosen the lighter shade, would have suited her better"

"She would have saved some money for the beautician, look at her make-up"

They did not stop on just the bride but dwindled on every single aspect existed. From the venue to the menu. On the day which was supposed to be their most special day of life, these 3 would be/had been brides were busy rating the whole procession like professional paid critics. Were they invited to

criticise or bless the newly wed deeply in love couple with a happy life.

Wedding is supposed to be about 2 people who are madly badly in love with each other expressing their commitment in front of family and friends. It is not about comparing whose dress was better, was anything on the menu eatable or hoping to get an expensive return gift. Marriage processions since long have been a matter of show off. These days a matter of status. Not to forget the contribution of these advertising and marketing community including bollywood, people these days pour lakhs of rupees in the procession which actually lasts for just a couple of hours.

But how many times do we see people madly in love getting married?? Its like weddings have become just an overly expensive affair rather than celebration of love. It is everybodys right to have the day designed the way they want, but I genuinely believe the couple must spend some time discussing their marriage than planning it. I would really be happy to remember some simple marriages filled with love and overwhelmed with emotion than the ones just bought at the expense of bundles or paper notes what we call money. I still get a smile when I heard him(Groom) murmering in her ears now I will be able to dance at my grand childrens weddings with my beautiful wrinkle queen in my arms.

Isn't this what we would call as love?

Hasn't somebody rightly quoted that there is no more lovely, friendly and a charming relationship than a good marriage. The funniest thing is I wrote the complete post on the topic the wedding day, but the real thing starts from the very next day. It is not the promises you make that makes a great marriage but the act of fulfilling them every single moment of your life ahead. Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, rather what you offer to give and that's everything. To be loved with a love that is more than love. Its not the end dude, Its just the beginning.

True love stories never have endings....

"'cause I know there is strength
in the differences between us
and I know there is comfort
where we overlap"
-Ani Difranco's 

pERFECT tIMING...

Today I woke up exceptionally early, even before the sunrise. But I preferred to stay on bed cuddled up. After some time I saw some beautiful shades of pink appearing on the horizon. Yeah I have a balcony to my bedroom facing east and the first thing you see when you wake up is the golden sky with that lovely ball of sun. Lucky me... I enjoyed the shades of pre-sunrise laying in his arms. In no time the sun started showing up and dominating the whole sky with its presence. In just a matter of 10 minutes the dancing colours were all gone and the day was up. It was like it never happened. I would have missed the glory of beautiful vibrant colours dancing all over the skyline had I slept a little more. 

Timing can be a witch sometimes. Nothing is more important in relationships. A person can be compatible with the other in n number of different ways. You could form the best of couple, having similar views and ideals with matching thoughts on favourite topics. You could share the same taste in food, fashion, hobbies and leisure times. You may get along with each others families absolutely well.

But all is well if the timings well. Consider the timing is off for any one of you all the compatibilities end up in the bin outside your house. When the timings not right with someone all your emotions betray you portraying a picture of discomfort and unhappiness building paths of an unfulfilled relationship. Happiness bears the most inconsistent nature. Some day you will be like the happiest creature on earth and the other day you may not feel the same.

Timing plays a crucial role in all sorts of relationships

especially in love. Not getting along today may not always mean they wont be having a future together. Maybe tomorrow they would grow mature and progress to a level of understanding and grow more secure in who they are. Maybe they won't. There will not be any heavenly moment saying you that this is the perfect timing for a relationship.  But there will be this moment, and you will always know when it comes. Learn to trust your instincts. Instincts never betray, they just help us to not get settled for interrupted happiness.

Wanna see if hubby remembers anniversary...

There is no doubt that anniversaries are a huge deal for most people. Whether it is the day they met, their first date, or the day they were married, it marks a celebration. If you are into anniversaries, I completely understand what it must feel like for someone to forget. What I can’t grasp is the desire for people to “test” their significant other. 

Some time back when I was having a casual chat with ma friend she showcased the bitter side of herself uttering, “I want to see if my husband remembers our anniversary . I’m not uttering a word this year. Every year, I have to remind him(Its just been 2 years since they are married). This year, I want to see if he remembers on his own and see what he does. I am not going to forgive him if he forgets.” Instead of waking up, rolling over, planting a kiss on his lips and greeting her husband with, Happy Anniversary, she rolled out of bed, completed her chores, went to work, and was salty all day  because her husband had as usual forgotten her anniversary which was actually supposed to be their anniversary. I would call that a waste of emotions and energy.

Even my hubby is worst when it comes to remembering birthdays and anniversaries. I literally have to remind him the night before, and the morning of any family member’s birthday. This includes his parents, his siblings and even my own. But I just love it that way. He just doesn’t do well with remembering birthdays. He has proven that year after year. But that doesn't make him a bad person or it confirms that he doesn't love us. Its just not his style to remember the dates.

I have always been the neglected one so most of them never remembered my birthday. But I had my own style of celebrating it. I would call up or walk to everyone I love and gift them with some handmade stuff I personally prepare for them sharing love and happiness. That's how a birthday is meant to be, isn't it. 

When you test a person, it almost always ends in failure. And what is really the purpose of the test? If they remember does it mean they love you? If they forget does it mean you chose the wrong person? It really can be as simple as the fact that they are forgetful or they don’t place the same value on one particular day. 

Life is too short to treat your mate like a child. You may as well be saying, “I wonder if he remembered to collect the house keys while leaving. I’m not telling him again. If he didn’t, I am going to ground him when I get home.”

She could have saved a lot of time, energy, and stress just by saying, “Darling, what can we do for our anniversary on Friday?” Decide together if you want to go out to dinner, cook at home, head out for a movie, go on a long drive, lounge whole day on the bed or celebrate with friends and family.  

Trust me, it would have worked out a lot better for both. After all, it’s not just your anniversary. It is a day for both of you.So go wish him without trying to test whether he remembers or not. Its the relationship that's important not the date.

Is my life getting really boring???

I saw a very bizzarre dream this weekend night. I am not calling it bizarre cos it was far too strange. My subconscious is a master in creating strange dreams. I hardly remember of watching a normal dream, but this was BIZARRE. It was so incredibly mundane. I am blaming my subconscious for being such a waste in even creating it.

If this is what I can dream up to at a weekend night than my life is really turning too boring. I actually dreamed of cleaning crockery in the sink of my house. And I did it pretty much the same way I regularly do it. First the spoons and the bowls, then the plates. I must have woke up just before putting my hand on the serving bowl. It wasnt like I was cleaning the bowls and the water in the sink suddenly splashes up like like a huge fountain and then reshapes into a dolphin that dances all over the house. It would have been worth the creation. But this. Not at all, I was just simply, ordinarily cleaning the white porcelain crockery.

Wait, the saddest part is yet to come. After I woke up, I realized that I had actually been dreaming

about it. And the thought that popped into my head was the crockery in my dream had a yellow flower with a green stem on the right side instead of the turquoise blue border design in my original one. What a shame.

Yeah yeah, I am convinced that my life is turning out pretty boring....

Being Human.

The Delhi gang-rape victim has said to have had justice as the accused are sentenced to death. But this is just one case there are so many rapes happening every-time since ages. It is just that now people come out and speak about it. These days there is a hot topic running on news channel debates about being a woman and being a man. Everybody has his own views about being one and i need not discuss them here as you too might have got bored of such debates running everybody. But do we understand that these are just debates it has contributed nothing to the downfall of such heinous crimes. It is all running everyday about what should the men do and what the ladies should not... It is ringing alarmingly men - women -men - women - men- women - .........

But where is the human in them. The behavior of a human being in sexual matters is just a prototype for the whole of his other modes of reaction in life. Why do we have to discriminate every being into a man or a woman. Why cant we be just humans. We must learn to acknowledge the truth that everyone is the same and unique. Our first world is humanity and religion humanism. God created us as humans and expects us to be one. He doesnt expect us to be something else. He knows it that we are humans and just wants us to learn it.

I have been hearing since time that I will teach my boy respect every woman, my girl to respect ever

y man. But is it really necessary. Why cant we just rely on the concept of respecting every human being. Looking at a person must not remind us of his gender, but he being a human very much the same like us. I dont understand why do we people waste our precious time on debating the concepts of evolution and creation against each other. Isnt spiritualism and science one?? That first the souls evolve and then the bodies evolve and then this universe marries them both into a wonderful creation called human being. Why cant we just accept that??

I am just a human similar to you. We might be having differences from within but one thing is same that we are both just humans. We have to start injecting into ourselves the fact of just being a human. Nobody is superior on inferior here. We cant wait passively for millions and millions of years until we evolve a better understanding of ourselves as just the same. God created every individual with all his love to be treated equally. We all parent the best we can, we want perfection for our babies. But we first need to understand it ourselves it is easy to teach the differences but is it necessary to preach the discrimination. Lets grow ourselves into a human being than into being a man/woman.

The main thing in life is not to be afraid of being just human. We should all get obsessed

with the idea of being human. Trust me, the idea of being human is very human.

Its now, or never..

An old lady died last night from the apartment i lived. She stayed on the 3rd floor with 2 sons, 2 daughters-in-law, 3 grand children and a husband. She was a lovely woman who spoke softly to everybody and fulfilled every demand made by anybody who knew her. She died of an heart attack in the midnight. She was never a trouble to anybody despite of her age. She is gone now and at least for some time everybody is gonna miss her.

In the morning when she was brought back from the hospital something caught my attention. Everybody who was addressing her called her a body. Until last night she was called by various names aai, aaji, aunty, mummy, mini, kaku, tai. bai and so on. But now everybody was addressing her as body.

As soon as a person dies, it becomes a body. He/She no more remains the same. In a seconds time your identity becomes body.People start using phrases like "bring the body","lower the body in the grave","lift the body"...... People don't even call you by your name whom you tried to impress your whole life. You are just a body to be disposed off to all those for whom you had lived, beared all the pain, did everything in your life.

Then why do we live to impress such people for whom we become just a body in a fraction of second.  Lots of things an be fixed, things can be fixed. But many a times relationships between people cannot be fixed, because it should not be fixed. You are aboard a ship setting sail, and the other person has joined the inland circus, or is boarding a different ship, and you just cant be with each other anymore. Because you shouldn't be.

We have to forgive, we don't have to like them, we don't have to be friends with everybody, but we have to forgive them, to ignore, to overlook. Otherwise we would be ending up tying rocks to our feet heavier than our wings could carry. Why do we have to think about making life better for other people who don't even deserve us. Choose your lifes battles wisely. After all life is not counted by the battles you stood up to fight. Its not that every battle you win makes you happy. Ask yourself, Does it??? 

What counts is how many times you turned around to chose  better direction. Life is too short for anything. Fight only the most most most important battles and let the rest just go. The wildest journey is the journey to your inner self. the most exciting thing to discover is the portrait of your soul.

So take chances, spend money on everything that you love, live like a wild storm, do all the stupid things that you have always wanted to do, sing aloud in your shrilly voice, dance madly in the rain, be childlike. Do whatever you have always wanted to do.

What is important to understand is that death is not the greatest loss in life. Loss is when life dies inside you when you are alive. So celebrate this occasion called life. Its now or never....

 

Love Life!! Live Life!!

 

Bruises....

It was 11:30 p.m., time to wash off the days sweat and try to find some sleep. It was her daily routine but today something strange happened. While scrubbing her hands she found some marks. They appeared like she had acquired them in some sort of an accident she never remembered.

She ignored it and started to scrub her body and she found another mark on her leg. she was totally amused by finding some more marks on her body of which she could trace no memories. She looked herself in the mirror carefully. She had grown pale, the face shouted dullness with wrinkles showing promptly their existence. The hands had grown thin and the skin on the neck was sagging.

She found some sparkling greys too with a spectacular decrease in the overall hair density. She wondered in confusion who the lady in the mirror was. Trying to get the thought of her mind she moved briskly experiencing deep ache in her back. Closing the seat of the potty she sat down there. She definitely didnt have the energy of the youth she remembered herself from. She had turned weak, frail, doddery, hoary, senile, unvenerable, but when????

She searched back in her life to know when it happened. All she could find in the memories were her kids, hubby, family, responsibilities,mother and father-in-law, their illness, kids school, then college, hubby's work, his work tours, kids growing, finding themselves job, moving away with their partners, moving into her own house, turning the house into a home, working on every minute detail to let it find its space. But she failed to find herself and her space.

 Everything had changed, and she remembered every small transition in the change process. She had been ridiculously busy all her life. She had time for everybody who needed her everytime. She remembered everything about everyone in her life except herself. She has had everything but Where was she in her life????

She thought old age comes suddenly and not gradually as is thought. Old age is like plane through a storm , once you are aboard nothing can be done but to live with it.The complete life, the perfect pattern, includes old age as well as youth and maturity. The beauty of the morning and the radiance of noon are good, but it would be a very silly person who drew the curtains and turned on the light in order to shut out the tranquillity of the evening. Old age has its pleasures, which, though different, are not less than the pleasures of youth.

Dont HOPE...

He was on the airport waiting for his friend to be seen through the sea of people coming in. That was his life changing moment. It took place just beside him and he couldn't help but notice and wonder even though they were all strangers to him.

Straining to locate his friend coming out among the passengers, he saw a man coming towards him with handful of bags. he walked straight towards him and halted right next to him to greet his family with his arms spreading as wide as he can.

First he hugged his youngest son tightly confessing how much he missed him. The boy too in return replied "I missed you too, dad. So good to see you back." with a shy smile on his face.

Then he stood up cupping his eldest sons face in his hands who was around 10 yrs of age and said "You are already the young man. I love you very much dude.". They too hugged the most special hug.

While all this was happening the baby girl who was 2 yrs was observing all this silently through the corner of her eyes resting in her mothers arms. The man now turning to her said "Hello, my princess" stretching his hands towards her. In a second she leaped towards him to be occupied with kisses all over her sweet face. She then rest her head on his shoulder with pure contentment.

In some moments he handed over the baby to his oldest son and preceding towards his wife said "I've saved the best for the last" and gave her the most passionate and the longest kiss. He then stood holding her close and admiring. He whispered into her ears "I love you so much darling. Missed you.". They stood there holding hands and staring into each others eyes and beaming smiles.

Watching all this from beside he thought they could be newlyweds. But looking at the kids he knew they couldn't possibly be. He then realized how engrossed he was in the display of this unconditional love. He suddenly felt uncomfortable on hearing himself saying "WOW!! How long have you been married??"

"Been together for 14 and married for 12 of those" the man replied. "That's lovely, but then how long have you been away???" he inquired back in astonishment and curiosity. "Two complete days!!" once for now taking away his gaze from his wonderful wife and looking at me.

He was stunned, amazed  and shocked by the intensity of the greeting. He had thought of at least a couple of weeks, if not months. He was feeling betrayed by his thoughts.

He said almost offhandedly and with an intention of ending his intrusion "I hope, my marriage is till that passionate after 12 years."

The man suddenly stopped smiling and turned to him looking straight into the eye, holding his shoulder with both his hands and gazing right into the soul said, "Don't hope friend...... DECIDE!!! ". His smile was appearing back on his face, he held his hand and prayed "God Bless!".

The Situation....

In Washington , DC , at a Metro Station, on a cool January morning some time back, a man with a violin played the classic six Bach pieces for about a quarter hour. In that time, around 2,000 people passed by, most of them on their way to work. After about 3 minutes, a man in his 40's noticed that there was a musician playing. He slowed down a little and stopped for a few seconds, and then he hurried on to meet his schedule.
Around 5 minutes after the man passed, the violinist received his first dollar. A woman threw money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk. She did'nt even listen to what he was playing
At 6 minutes, a young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk hurriedly.
At 10 minutes, a 3-year old boy stopped, but his mother dragged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head the whole time. This action was repeated by several other children, but every parent - without exception - forced their children to move on quickly.
At 45 minutes:
The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.
After 1 hour:
He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed and no one applauded. There was no recognition at all.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell sold-out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100 each to sit and listen to him play the same music.
This is a true story. Joshua Bell, playing incognito in the D.C. Metro Station, was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities.
This experiment raised several questions:
*In a common-place environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?
*If so, do we stop to appreciate it?
*Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?
One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made . . ..
How many other things are we missing as we rush through life?
Enjoy life NOW ..
it has an expiry date !

I read this a long time back in some of my favr8 glossy e-magazines ;-)
I wanted to share this today because I was running hell lot of busy and i was constantly failing to grab some cosy moments for myself. But then my hubby said what a waste it is if I am finding no time to steal a brief hug which i fancy the most.
This post was just to make a remainder to not to forget to live the sweet little moments of life in the race of making this life worth living for those moments when there will not be any life left to live.
My fellow people
Live it.... This is the perfect moment to live....It's now or never...

Love & Marriage...

One day a kid asked his granny, "What is love?"

She said, "If you want the answer to your question you will have to go in the farm where we have planted the beautiful golden corn, and bring the biggest and most beautiful looking corn."

 

But there is a rule: you can go through the field only once and cannot turn back to pick the one you have already passed."

The kid went to the field with great enthusiasm and anxiety to find the connection between the corn and love. Going through the first row, he saw a very big corn, but he thought..may be there is a bigger one later.

Then he saw another bigger one and more bigger one.. But may be there is an even bigger and beautiful ahead.

Once he had finished toiling through half of the field, he started to realize that the corn is not as big as the previous one he saw, he know he has missed the biggest one, and he regretted.

So, he ended up and went back to his granny with empty hand.

She told him, "..this is love.. You keep looking for a better one, but then later you realize, you have already missed the person.."

"What is marriage then?" he asked this time more anxious.

She replied, "Now again to find the answer for yourself this time you have to go to the wheat field and bring back the biggest one. But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick."

The kid this time more alert and careful to not repeat the mistake went to the field, when he reach the middle of the field, he had picked one medium wheat that he felt satisfied with, and come back to his granny.

she had already been waiting for him all known with what he might have done told him, "This time you have brought a wheat.. You looked for one that is just nice, and have faith and believe that this is the best one you get..
This is marriage."

To My Friends......

To My Friends Who Are...SINGLE

Love is like a butterfly. The more you chase

it, the more it eludes you. But if you just let it fly, it would come to you when you least expect it. Love can make you happy but often times it hurts, but love's only special when you give it to someone who is worth it. So take your time and choose the best!

 To My Friends Who Are...SEARCHING

True love cannot be found where it does not truly exist, nor can it be hidden where it truly does. Love is magic. The more we hide it, the more it shows; the more you suppress it, the more it grows.

To My Friends Who Are...NAIVE

How to be in love: Fall but don't stumble, be consistent but not too persistent, share and never be unfair, understand and try not to demand, and get hurt but never keep the pain.

To My Friends Who Are...AFRAID TO CONFESS

Love hurts when you break up with someone. It hurts even more when someone breaks up with you. But love hurts the most when the person you love has no idea how you feel.

To My Friends Who Are...POSSESSIVE

It breaks your heart to see the one you love happy with someone else but it's more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you.

 
To My Friends Who Are...PLAYBOY/GIRL TYPE

Never say I love if you don't care. Never talk about feelings if they aren't there. Never touch a life if you mean to break a heart. Never look in the eye when what you do is lie. The cruelest thing a guy can do to a girl is to let her fall in love when he doesn't intend to catch her fall.
 

To My Friends Who Are...NOT SO SINGLE

Love isn't about becoming somebody else's "perfect person." It's about finding someone who helps you become the best person you can be.

To My Friends Who Are...HEARTBROKEN

Heartbreaks last as long as you want and cut deep as you allow them to go. The challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks but to learn from them.

To My Friends Who Are...STILL HOLDING ON

A sad thing about life is that when you meet someone who means a lot to you, only to find out in the end that it was never bound to be and we just have to let go.

To My Friends Who Are...ENGAGED

The true measure of compatibility is not the years spent together but how good you are for each other.

 

To My Friends Who Are...MARRIED

Love is not about "it's your fault", but "I'm sorry", not "where are you' but "I'm right here", not "how could you" but "I understand", not "I wish you were", but "I'm thankful you are."