kuch panne zindgi ke....

A man of about 30 years old, wearing a blue color uniform stepped in the office at 6.30 AM in the morning. It was a rainy season so still dark outside, giving the evidence yesterday’s heavy rain. There were windy clouds and everybody seemed to be getting cozy inside their warm blankets, at their homes. The man had to clean the entire office before anyone arrives. There were two buildings in the office, a main building and the other store, where hardly anybody goes, but it was duty for him to ensure that this area of the office is also cleaned therefore everyday he had to go there for routine checkup. As soon as he reached office, he thought to start with the other building and then come to main building. As per his plan he went there and looked around. Everything was same as it was yesterday. A smile of happiness sparkled at his face that he shouldn’t need to do anything here today. Now the next destination was main building. He took a lift from 5th floor as usual and tried to whistle,

There was a time when I desperately wanted to happen this with me. I wished to stay in someone's eyes as a beautiful dream which is unspoken but loudly visible. Gradually time went and I grew up thinking this is bullshit. I came much ahead of this teen-age feeling of fantasizing love and being loved deeply by someone which is ethereal. At that time I received a love letter from one of my junior. I really have no idea, when and how he developed this feeling for me which has been transformed into this lovely mail. But, yes I felt nice, somewhere again it generated me that girlish feeling again, however I just don't want to spoil anything but this is one thing which I can say happened to me which has the power to make me smile for which I had yearned for, so what if it a bit late. Anyways, this one is for all those who dreams for something. Trust me sooner or later you gonna accomplish that. Needless to say it won't be as effective but still isn't it great that somewhere s

There is a very touching story I came across while flipping the pages of “Times Of India” recently, which I want to share with you all. There was a man walking towards his house satisfied with the day had offered to him. He was thinking, is there anything that has been left.. nope!! Almost done for the day. After a few hours he crossed a poor man begging on the roadside, asking for some money as he didn’t had anything from past two days. The man got furious over the creator. He directly went to the God, put a question in front of him.. How can you be so rude and affectionless? People worship you by thinking that you are so compassionate and love each and every thing that is there on earth. Why did not you do anything for the poor one’s who dies daily out of hunger?” God whispered “I did, I created you!”

I’m often being scolded by my loved ones for trusting people blindly. I’ve this strange habit of talking to strangers. I enjoy knowing different kind of people, variety in thoughts, variety of work they do and I always try to learn something out of it. Yes, it is correct that I encounter some ugliest consequences but that are very less when I compare it with the joy and enrichment I get due to my this habit. Today, many people are my very good friends who were strangers at one point of time for me. And the association turned out to be extremely wonderful. Few days earlier, I was returning home by my company bus. It met with an accident and we got down. I went ahead, tried but wasn’t able to catch any BEST bus they were overloaded. Getting an auto rickshaw at the evening time is a Herculean task at this route and even if u manage to get one, the traffic is so horrible that you just keep cursing why the hell have you got this auto. Hence I decided to walk. Walking over 2 kilometers, I st

Colours are very beautiful and have various messages to display. There are certain things which does not possesses colour but have the ability to paint a person from head to toe that reflects their beauty in his actions. Colours of joy, compassion, love, departure, pain, attachment and then detachment makes the canvas of life full of new shades, turn out to be so miraculous that heart long to live those moments again and again. With the whistle of engine, his heart skipped a beat. Finally the time was over and he was leaving, not sure whether would be able to come back and cherish all those moments that had been occurred with him in the past five days. Only one wish prevails this time that if miracles do happen why not something as such happens which can take him back to those days. Few more moments of rejoice, his heart cries. But time is the only most powerful thing in this world. Everybody have to bow down to it. It rarely let human wants to be accomplished completely and when it co

It may sound cliché but love is in the air. Young hearts are ready to fly a new height with their beloved one, extremely busy in making the day memorable for every possible way of their reach. It feels nice to see a special charm on the faces of lovebirds. Girls are looking more beautiful and witty than ever. Streets are surrounded by red roses as if decorating the path of love, inviting everyone to enjoy the ride. This time, when I was coming back to Delhi from Mumbai, all alone in train flooded with tears for feeling like getting detached with the very integral part of my life. I love Mumbai. Crossing the railway station of borivali, I had the saddest look of Mumbai, full of garbage and stinking materials. I was wondering what I love about the city this much that has established this unbreakable strong bond between us. Overloaded local trains, crying traffic jams, extremely heavy monsoons or people running short of time. Despite all odds I miss the city a lot. I miss the air, I miss