Newfangled Ideas

The new year begins...with new year comes new hope n ofcorse new resolutions! Wish u all an exhilarating,adventurous n exciting 2011.

When i look back..n recall all the things happened last year..i can see myself transformed into different being.For me  2010...will b one of the most memorable years of my life.

''No aim is a crime'' , a cliche, since frm my school days..all teachers who have taught me,always repeated dis line..so tat i get motivated n start working towards my dream.At school,to b the topper, n at home n coll to b a doc.Truely n candidly ,i never worked  fr anythng ,nor to b a a topper or a doctor.Nw wen i rewind my life..to few years back..i can see i was a average n aimless girl.

Bt today i understand..wat dis line really means..why ,no aim is a crime.Nw i am nt at all a silly,stupid, aimless girl.All thnks to Him!

Last year was a turning point in my life,because its only during dis period i have realised wat i really want n i am working towards my dreams... .Some new friends n people  have cme into my life..who really mean  a lot to me.Have become so much matured..tat nw i can walk on my  life's path..without falling,no matter hw many hurdles i may have on my path.I am confident n sure...i can clear all of dem n walk smoothly..I have come out of my, all fears n  inferiority complex...nw it doesn't matter to me what others think of me, nw i dare.. n wen i dare i dont think of risks...n i have learnt to jus make all those people to get lost of my life..to whom... i  mean  nothing.!n its only from last year i have tarted blogging...whenever i read my blog it fills me with enthusiasm,..n new hope.

I am still a student..bt i can forsee my future...i  may nt become a C.A...bt i am sure i wll b happy enough..n wlll have evrything fr wat i have dreamt for.Few failures in life....means nothing..it jus catalyse the success path.

Thanks to all those people who have made my life so beautiful n meaningful!!

Thanks heaps!!

Sometimes i think how come i am so lucky??
how come Almighty can be so benignant??


Life seems to me so beautiful,
just as beautiful as you and your soul..


When i was born,you were the first to take me ..in your arms,first to hold me...
the person i saw first,ur   first touch of care n love..made my life more beautiful..


How come an only person be a mother,sister,best friend, a guide and a teacher...


You realised His existence today,
but me...long back...in YOU..


For me every path seems to be easy,joyful
no matter how many hurdles i may have ..... along the path..
only if YOUR with me..!!


God is there...& i believe in it....because i have an ANGEL in my life!!!!


(sometimes i may have hurt you...but i swear i truely regret whenever i do that)

Nitu ..and her dream...

Standing by the side of the road ,waiting for the school bus to arrive .Wearing a clean and neatly pressed uniform , with nicely oiled and brushed hair.A school bag hangging at her back, with lot of zips and tom & jerry's pictures.Bus arrived Nitu jumped in, and bid adieu to her mother.As soon as the bus reached the school every one hurried to assemble in the ground for prayer .. it was already late ,and the one who is late have to miss the first class..which Nitu didn't wanted.P.T sir asked everyone to settle down and stand in rows in savadhan to start the anthem..it was just then she noticed her polished black colour shoes..she was amazed..what all is happening today!First period was science ..the subject which she always loved ..teacher asked to open their text book and class work.Teacher started to draw on the board a plant and naming all its parts..and everyone started to try the same in their book..Nitu was again flummoxed to see a tom and jerry pouch in her bag with a natraj ruler,non dust eraser , sharpner & lastly a apsara pencil finely sharped.

Now she was sure something is really wrong ..what all is happening.Suddenly her mom yelled Nitu get up..i have lot of work ahead,have a quick shower,get up.She opened her eyes it was already 10:00 a.m. & she came to know what was wrong..that it was just a dream."yes mom,i will be ready in just 5 min"replied Nitu.

Nitu was 7 year old surviving with her elder sister and mother .Her sissi never went to school..& it was her mother dream that Nitu should complete her graduation but it was not possible for her mother to send her to a good school..so she decided to send her to a local small school where teachers gave only weekly visits.But Nitu was very determined and very enthusiastic she herself get the books, read it, and tried to understand,& whenever her teacher came.. she use to ask questions.Everyday she went to school ..and after school straight to her home.

Her sister & mom worked in a saree shop, both of them toiled the whole day..& their only dream was that Nitu should complete her graduation with good grades and should get a government job,so that she don't have to work hard like them for such a small amount.

Nitu had summer holidays so she was at home all the day..her sis & mother left the home at 11:00 a.m and return back at 7:00 p.m .Even this morning, both of them got ready , Nitu "take care of yourself, we will lock the door from outside ,don't care if somebody knock the door,if you feel hungry eat bananas or rice .If u get bugged up..study or else play with your gudiya..ok sweety we will be back soon.. " Ok don't worry about me..come back soon.

But today Nitu wanted to tell her mother something...wanted to tell about her dream,though she knew it was not possible for them to afford all those things ,still she wanted to ask if ...if she can manage...& after thinking for long time she decided i will surely talk about this with her mother.

Somebody on the the door ''Nitu beta,mera acha baccha ,how are you my child?had your lunch? i cooked daal for you ..did you liked it?you might be hungry ..wait for a while i will make something for you ..meanwhile drink milk, di has brought it for you''.

Mom i am not hungry ,i want to tell you something & told about her dream.As soon as she completed ..she saw tears rolling from her mother eyes ..& her siss weeping.Nitu understood..then she just said..mom chill & said "nothing happens unless we dream"

We grow great by dreams. All big men are dreamers. They see things in the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winter's evening. Some of us let these great dreams die, but others nourish and protect them; nurse them through bad days till they bring them to the sunshine and light which comes always to those who sincerely hope that their dreams will come true.

- Woodrow Wilson

A Brother's Love

This is a beautiful and true story of a brother and his eternal love for his sister...i really liked it..hope you all will enjoy!!

Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling. They found out that the new baby was going to be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sang to his sister in mommy's tummy he was building a bond of love with his little sister before he even met her.

The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen, an active member of The Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown, Tennessee.

In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every five minutes, every three.. every minute. But serious complications arose during delivery and Karen found herself in hours of labor. Would a C-section be required? finally, after a long struggle, Michael's little sister was born. But she was in very serious condition. With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushed the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital, Knoxville, Tennessee.

The days inched by. The little girl got worse. The pediatrician had to tell the parents, "There is very little hope. Be prepared for the worst." Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot. They had fixed up a special room in their house for their new baby but now they found themselves having to plan for a funeral. Michael, however, kept begging his parents to let him see his sister.

"I want to sing to her," he kept saying. Week two in intensive care looked as if a funeral would come before the week was over. Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive care, Karen decided to take Michael whether they liked it or not! If he didn't see his sister right then, he may never see her alive. She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and marched him into ICU. He looked like a walking laundry basket. But the head nurse recognized him as a child and bellowed, "Get that kid out here now! No children are allowed."

The mother rose up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed right into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line. "He is not leaving until he sings to his sister!"

Karen towed Michael to his sister's bedside. He gazed at the tiny infant losing the battle to live. After a moment, he began to sing. In the pure-hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sang: "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray ---" Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond. The pulse rate began to calm down and become steady.

"Keep on singing, Michael," encouraged Karen with tears in her eyes. "You never know, dear, how much I love you, Please don't take my sunshine away". As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten's purr.

"Keep on singing, sweetheart!!!"

"The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms. . . Michael's little sister began to relax as rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep over her. "Keep on singing, Michael." Tears had now conquered the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glowed.

"You are my sunshine, my only Sunshine, please don't, take my sunshine away..."

The next day...the very next day...the little girl was well enough to go home! Woman's Day Magazine called it "The Miracle of a Brother's Song." The medical staff just called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle of God's love!

NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE. LOVE IS SO INCREDIBLY POWERFUL.

Would have never come to know..

well i didnt evr thought tat i wll ever write something like this...fr my frnd.Anyways dis one is for u..Amy

Amy...my first frnd.We were nt best frnds,but still their was something ...'something' very special ...very peculair(bt both of us..didnt evr understand it..).We were from same school bt nt frm same class,she was my junior, and my neighbour too.. But still,together we played,laughed and fought.I still remember the day ,i don remember exactly i was in 6th std , we were going to shift in our new home..n i was crying because i loved tat place my friends,tat playground..everything meant so much to me..the whole day i sat on the slider, watching evryone playing .And it was from tat day me n Amy never played together.

But our school was same...as the time passed our relationship changed..changed completely.We use to speak occasionally..we participated in many competitions ...she alwys stood 1st..n me alwys second and sometimes not at all in the list of winners.I don knw...what went wrong..why everything changed.

I still remember it was 15 august..and both of us were asked to introduce the chief guest(i don remember his name..was in 10th std) .And the part of the speech included how that person won so many national awards..and i was supposed to read those lines.When our mam was taking our practice she shouted...'this the way..ur gonna read ,do u even knw hw important those lines are...oh! hw can i expect this from you...u never cleared any national level exams , hw can u knw its importance.Amy jus read those lines..n show her how to read..with variations in tone.. n expressions(as she won gold medal in many exams).

Though Amy behaved normally at that time..but i was deeply wounded inside..so much that even now when i remember that i just feel so embarrassed ,and from that time i always averted her.I never envied he,but always felt an inferiority complex to talk with her..and she always behaved rudely with my friends..n tat was the strong reason ..that i stoped talking with her completely.

But she always tried to talk with me..though she knew i was not interested.Then i got my results..n left the school...n tat time i thot our relationship came to an end.But i was wrong..we once again became frnds through net..we started chatting,sharing ....somehow the ruined relation was now retrieving its original colour .And i don knw what went wrong... she blocked me.

Today i am feeling extremely bad..why??may be because she was very close to me..and i myself didnt knew it..and would have never known ..if she would have not blocked me!!