tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4913022339863982982012-01-19T23:49:07.047-08:00Welcome to this little heaven of intellectual thoughts, stories from my heart, my life... Love, care n keep smiling! :) <a href="http://www.copyscape.com/"><img src="http://banners.copyscape.com/images/cs-gy-3d-120x60.gif" alt="Page copy protected against web site content infringement by Copyscape" title="Do not copy content from the page. Plagiarism will be detected by Copyscape." width="120" height="60" border="0"></a>Preethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13852374289703226846noreply@blogger.comBlogger281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491302233986398298.post-59812914295539801992010-12-14T02:57:00.000-08:002011-02-17T05:43:35.116-08:00

Her "Favorite Gold Chain" glittered nicely in the afternoon glares of the sun. She was wearing it proudly. I couldn't understand why she always wore it with that great pride. I thought it was just a plain looking simple gold chain. Any occasion in the family and there was this gold chain that she so lovingly took out from a small transparent plastic case. The case had a red velvet 'paper' placed

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Soothe me with your feather touchLet me feel the little shiversThat run down the spine The cool wind and the cozy hugIs all that I needTo let my soul bathe in the openness of the dark sky Let the wet grass pamper my feetAnd Beneath form a soothing quiltSoothe me with the calmness Let the moonlight peep in from the tall pines And Sing me the rhythmsOf the words that I always wanted to hear softly

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I was bit apprehensive about going there, had my own fears of ‘how would I be treated by the people of other community’ - thanks to the junk fed to our minds since childhood. I was little sceptical and unsure of attending the occasion. But my conviction that I’m going to attend a close friend’s wedding and not of someone from a specific caste or community, pushed me to be a part of this so very

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Beauty of leaves, dancing and savouring the sweety musical rhythms of the divine; their happiness coming from quenching of their thirst of meeting the supreme power - they all make this morning look so serene and beautiful.. The leaves, the buds, the flowers, they all accept the divine’s blessings with open arms and are grateful. They share their joy with us by blowing a soft breeze that feels

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Those little pitiful eyes, looking at me and silently requesting me for a night shelter, seemed so weary. Last night, it was chilling cold when I heard the whimpering of a puppy outside my house. I was snuggling in the comfy, warmth and cozy bed and didn’t want to leave it. The puppy continued crying. I braved the cold and made an effort to go out. I noticed a very cute, little, black puppy

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I was chatting with my 6 years old nephew 'Lavin' a few days back and we were playing puzzles. I asked him a question, "Lavin, if I've to choose one 'thing' out of the 4 available, how should I go about choosing one when I like them all, but the rule of the game says that I could pick only one"?After giving it a deep thought [trust me, kids looks even more innocent while making such poses :)],

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The vibes of freedom seemed to be present in every moment of the day [15th August - India’s Independence day] reminding me of the saying that we attract what we think. I had planned to spend the Independence Day in totally ‘unplanned’ manner and when the day has ended I’ve concluded that I had been missing out on - * enjoying the beauty of the wonderful music sung by pure hearts; * noticing

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Yeah, we do BUY DAUGHTERS, but it really hurts to sell our own little girl to someone else!! Isn't it? Why this hypocrisy?The pain in her dad's eyes while bidding her good bye, brought this sudden bitterness in my thoughts. I wish I could hold his hands and convince him saying, "Don't worry! Your daughter is very happy with her married life and enjoying it to the best." Alas! I couldn't, because

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[This is the second post in the series: Experiences at old age home]: Family reunion finally happened!It was time to meet another senior citizen now. She was a very warm lady of around 70 years of age. The old man whom I had met earlier was so quiet and this lady was so chirpy like a little kid. Did I say that old people don't have a pure heart like kids? They do, infact they are just like little

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Lines and wrinkles on their face say it all. Their eyes cry of pain, sometimes lost in the emptiness - emptiness of hearts of their own children, emptiness prevailing in the society, emptiness of their own hearts which are now devoid of any feelings and emotions as they have become so numb and insensitive to any feelings. Nothing puts them at ease and nothing makes them sad. They don't smile,

Preethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13852374289703226846noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491302233986398298.post-727954127147505132008-04-12T05:57:00.000-07:002008-04-12T06:26:46.000-07:00

So long..... another year added to mom's life.. A lil dedication to my mom on her b'day today - 12th April. I am really falling short of words to thank her for what she's done for me, still I hope this little gesture reaches her heart, which I'm very sure, will...Maa..Thanks mom for being my shadow,for always walking besides me..I wanted only a few smiles, you gave me ALL yours..I wanted you to

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MISSY , the pretty sparrow and COCO, her smokey mate, the male sparrow, shared a beautiful love story and lived it every moment in my house, until Coco died of electric shock yesterday.Story when Coco was alive:The day in my house beings with the chirpy sounds of these lovely little sparrows who create a romantic and beautiful sight. I love the way Missy keeps teasing Coco by flaunting her pretty

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** DEFY that you can't do it!** UNWRITTEN curses of hypocrisy and conditioning do no good. Turn them into blessings. Learn to UNLEARN! Still be grounded..** EXPERIMENT and move on!** GO beyond your limits. Limits are what you set for yourself!** BREAK preconceived notions!** CRACK assumptions!** LEARN to cross mountains made out of moles!** DO NOT define your life by what others perceive of you!*

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A season of writer's block because there is just too much to write, but can't decide what to.. need a breather.. still I felt like quoting something here, which emphasizes being your own true self, so very beautifully.....Seeing the swans swimming, the herons became envious...But the poor herons drowned and died, and floated with their heads down, and their feet above.

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Mingling thoughts, knock at my door,Finding their identiy, they sometimes roar...They sleep with me, we spend the whole night together,Just to find out that we've lots to gather...Morning shines over me, but clouds are still there,Never willing to leave me alone, still I've nothing to share...Shapeless forms every day, with a hope of finding a curve,a point, a dimension, a depth and soul to serve

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Taare Zameen Par - A beautiful film, touching the chords of every heart, telling us that there are stars amongst us, whose brightness is sometimes overshadowed by the stronger moon but on a moonless night, it's these stars only who shine and make the sky [aan haan, this earth] look so very beautiful. The movie was good enough to keep me engrossed till end, even during the interval, it took me

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[Entirely my personal views]Did the director of the movie ‘Laga Chunri mein Daag’ really know the meaning of 'feminism'? The movie begins with the tag line 'Journey of a woman' and sadistically, ends up merely focusing on the extreme step a woman will take in her life despite all her odds. The theme was good and could have been really used as an encouragement or for talking about the true journey

Preethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13852374289703226846noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491302233986398298.post-54105024278160574102007-09-06T21:41:00.000-07:002007-09-07T05:00:48.710-07:00

A fear of moving to a new place, in new neighborhood and then suddenly this pretty doll named "KUDRAT" emerges from nowhere, welcoming us with her cute smile and little open arms. It was just yesterday morning that I was feeling so lonely [despite my family being there] and missing my old house that we had to leave as we were moving to a new place. But within seconds after we entered the new

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I'm in no mood to post a movie review or be a critic here, just want to share some simple lessons that I learnt from the movie "Chak De!". ** Focus on goalie's mind and not on the goal and the goal will happen by itself. [Learning: Focus on the efforts and the direction and you'll reach the destination. However, if you don't focus on the efforts but only on the destination, it will distract you

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Friendship day, why it seems so special? Simply because it brings lot of smiles on our faces when we recount the most cherished moments spent with our friends and look forward to making new friends. Why to wait for celebrating the happiness that we got from those beautiful relations, when each moment and each single day can be a friendship day? "Dosti" - ek khoobsoorat lamha, ek khoobsoorat

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Another afternoon and gossip at the college canteen and then I was heading towards next class on marketing. It was a normal, dull looking day that gave an entirely new direction to my life. I couldn't imagine that it would set up a launch pad for my life. If you've to scale the summits of the mountains, the base camp has to be strong and this one incident became the base camp of my life. I

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Is life all about choices and following our inner urges is merely a reactive action we take? Life is full of highs and lows but our tunnel vision makes us see only the lows and then we make plans to feel the highs of life, to be happy again. The search for happiness never ends and will never end as it is within us; it’s just that we have put blinds in front of our eyes and heart.Let us talk about

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I’ve just finished the lavish dinner prepared by my sweet mom. This takes me 3 years down the memory lane, when I was staying away from my mom because of my professional responsibilities.The weekend had just got over and I had to return to my ‘job town’. I reached home and started unpacking my luggage. Suddenly I felt my hands rubbing through some sheets of paper, which made me wonder if I had

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My Dad, my loving dad, whom I am missing very much today as he's out of town due to some work. When I think of him, I see him standing silently far away and just smiling.. He's been smiling throughout his life, irrespective of the struggles that he's been through. Whenever I saw other dads spending time with their daughters, I felt my heart aching as I missed all that fun and those precious

Preethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13852374289703226846noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491302233986398298.post-2869352017738118292007-06-10T05:45:00.000-07:002007-06-13T08:34:11.015-07:00

[Simply couldn't resist from penning it down..what simply matters is how we look at its beauty :)]I wondered..... and..* Asked the SKY - WHY YOU ARE SO VAST??It smiled... and said..coz..I wanna make you realize that you still have enough space in this world where you can breathe peacefully.I too gave it a bleak smile..* Asked the MOON - WHY YOU ARE SO BRIGHT??I saw the moon smiling and it told me

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It was 35 degrees and I was heading to a market.. The scorching heat forced me to take a 'rickshaw' as no other commuting mode was available because of Delhi bandh! I was elated to be able to bargain with the 'rickshaw wala' for just 5 rupees. I was sitting on the rickshaw like a queen, ignoring the plight of that poor rickshaw wala who was pulling that. I even ignored the "sweat and blood" of

Preethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13852374289703226846noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491302233986398298.post-14321298289480318462007-06-07T08:52:00.000-07:002007-06-13T08:28:48.319-07:00

Have you ever walked on those beautiful paths along with your HEART? I walk there each day, along with my heart, hearts of everyone.. People call me 'Heart's preet' coz I stay in hearts..[My parents blessed me with this name "Manpreet"]I love that heart, the one who cares, who feels the pain.. Sometimes, my head revolts and conflicts with my heart, but it's the heart always that makes me and you

Preethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13852374289703226846noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491302233986398298.post-14143422264655689162007-06-01T12:38:00.000-07:002007-06-13T08:32:12.232-07:00

Mercury soaring high makes me go nuts. Every morning as I awake and glare at the bright sunlight from my air conditioned room’s window, I crave for clean, fresh breezebut my nose gets stiff with the pollution. Feeling slightly disheartened, I retire to my artificially air conditioned room, still half asleep and feeling restless. Lack of fresh air has made my desire of getting my office shifted to

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