Strewn Imagination (Sinthiya Sinthanaigal...)

'Brand you'

2005-10-05T14:55:00.000+05:30

Did u get impressed by the name..? 'Brand U',
hah ha..Me too.
Its jst a name of a self grooming session, which I attended last week.
Such an interesting session it was. (conducted by an organisation cald 'evolv', bangalore)

When I got a mail regarding the nomination for this training (1 week b4 this distinct event) I hesitated to nominate, then I thought twice, "wat might be this training for ?" the title spells good, ok lemme give a try. Finally I got it done by jst sending my nomination thru a mail.

The day also has come. Having two options in my hand I struggled a lot to decide. Ya I thought of enjoying the movie 'Madagascar' on the same day, Finally I decided to step into a place where they gonna groom me.

The session was very much interactive right from the introduction. Many things were taught, but the ultimate goal of the program is 'how to project yourselves in the society'. There it means 'Brand you'.

In between the session the tutor (Sanjeevani) narrated a story that taught me an excellent moral, which I would like to share @ this time...

Here comes the story which propelled me, and made me to think a while. Hope u too will get motivated.

THE DONKEY
One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.

He invited all his neighbours to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well.At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted down.

A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw.With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing.He would shake it off and take a step up.

As the farmer's neighbours continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!

Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt.The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up!

Shake it off and take a step up.

p.s: Hey plz dont compare the donkey with this kid ya..

Marketing @ its extent..

2005-09-21T23:28:00.000+05:30

Indians are good @ marketing. Do u agree?
Here's an example 4 that.Blogs its the name of a new virus disseminated around my workplace. Ya everyone has started their own blogs, whether they r updating it with new tidings or not.. This virus evloved in our concern frm a concern called Xerago. Think I am deviating the topic. Coming to the point.

How do they proove that they are good at marktetting ?

1. Fwding the link to all the colleagues, classmates, frnds, even to anonymous persons.
(Dear friends, I have started my own blog. Most of u have seen my blog. But i have posted new articles. I had a plan of updating it once in a week. So if u r interested start ur own blog. In that u can write about the incidents that u have faced in ur life. With the help of blog, we could create our own grp...bla bla bla)

2. Calling up everyone who all are using CUG & requesting them to check their blogs.(Dei machi goodmorning da... yest did u checked my blog da.. if not check it today da.. i have a posted a new article..)

3. Posting comments on others blog, atleast by this mean with the curiousity of the commentors there is a chance for them to check his blog.

4. Forming a groups such that atleast the members of that grp may revisit the members blog atleast once in a while.

5. Suggesting a person to start a blog, and placing his url for reference in their blog.
and so onnnnnnnn...

I have planned 4 a new journey.. Join me :-)

2005-09-13T20:07:00.000+05:30

Holding a cup of coffee in my hand i was thinking abt wat ppl advised me.
ya my pals conjured up me to post some innovative things in my blogs, instead of these love stories.

Hey I do agree these are not the outcome of my own narration. These are the few fwd mails thru which I came to believe on the basis of emotion, intuitions, or indefinite grounds.

I thought of preserving it somewhere, meanwhile I got this idea of using blogspot as my repository of such a love stories. And moreover I couldn't allocate time for blogging in my busy schedule (Hey BB's sorry, lemme show-off atleast by this mean).
BB's gonna kill me as soon as they read it.. :-(

But now I adjudicated not to post such love stories,

ok ok ok.. I am able to hear the loud utterance of my ardent follower's
Dont worry guys I will create a new blog for u ppl, such that u can bask from it as usual. :-) Here's where u have to reckon... luvunleashed

Valentine Roses :-(

2005-09-12T17:23:00.000+05:30

Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose. And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows. The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.

The card said, "Be my Valentine," like all the years before.Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say, "I love you even more this year, than last year on this day."

"My love for you will always grow, with every passing year."

She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear. She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day. Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away. He always liked to do things early, way before the time.

Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine. She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase. Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face. She would sit for hours, in her husband's favorite chair. While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there. A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate. With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.

Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before, The doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door she brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock. Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop.

The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain, Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?

"I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago," The owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know." "The flowers
you received today, were paid for in advance."

"Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance."

"There is a standing order, that I have on file down here, And he has paid, well in advance, you'll get them every year. There also is another thing, that I think you should know, He wrote a special little card...he did this years ago."

"Then, should ever, I find out that he's no longer here, That's the card...that should be sent, to you the following year."

She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard. Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card. Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note. Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote...

"Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone, I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome. I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real. For if it was the other way, I know how I would feel. The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life. I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife. You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need. I know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve. I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears. That is why the roses will be sent to you for years. When you get these roses, think of all the happiness, That we had together, and how both of us were blessed. I have always loved you and I know I always will. But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still. Please...try to find happiness, while living out your days. I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways. The roses will come every year, and they will only stop, When your door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock. He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out. But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt, To take the roses to the place, where I've instructed him, And place the roses where we are, together once again."

Tears rolled down her eyes, over the love and planning of her ex-husband.

A Silent Love

2005-09-05T15:44:00.000+05:30

From the very Beginning, the girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background,& that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.

Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?"

As the guy is not good with his words, this often cause the girl to be very upset. With that & the family's pressure, the girl often vent her anger on him. As for him, he only endure it in silence.

After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated & decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?"

The girl agreed, & with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in & agreed to let them get married. So before he leave, they got engaged.

The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails & phone calls. Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.

One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realised that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice......

The doctors says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.

During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry,.....it's still just silence cry that companied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart everytime it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know. & not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.

With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions & millions of reply, and countless of phonecalls,.. all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying....

The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually
forget everything & be happy.

With a new environment, the girl learn sign language & started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came & told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.

A year has passed & her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead.

When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. He used sign language telling her "I've spent a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You. With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.

U see we dnt know what our future holds...
sometimes its hard but later u realize watever happens happens 4 d best..
never b faint hearted or loose hope coz surely after every hardship there
is ease infact a better life to come......
Trust on God and leave ur life in his hands.....
May God Fulfill all r good n lawfull wishes....

What can love do?

2005-08-29T17:19:00.000+05:30

What can love do? It can do wonders!! Here's an example..
In order to renovate the house, someone in Japan tear open the wall. Japanese houses normally have a hollow space between the wooden walls. When tearing down the walls, he found that there was a lizard stucked there because a nail from outside hammered into one of its feet.

He sees this, feels pity and at the same time curious, as when he checked the nail, it was nailed 10 years ago when the house was first built. What happened? The lizard has survived in such position for 10 years!?!! In a dark wall partition for 10 years without moving, it is impossible and mind boggling. Then he wondered, how this lizard survived for 10 years without moving a single step - since its feet was nailed!

So he stopped his work and observed the lizard, what has it been doing and what has it been eating? Later, don't know from where appears
another lizard, with food in its mouth... AHHH! He was stunned and touched deeply. For the lizard that was stucked by nail, another lizard
has been feeding it for the past 10 years...*sob* Such a love, such a beautiful love!! Such love happened even on this tiny creature...
What can love do? It can do wonders!!

Love can do miracles!!Imagine it has been doing it for a tiredsome 10 yrs,without giving up hope on its partner. Imagine what a small creature can do that a creature blessed with the brilliant mind can't. As the technology advances, our access to information become faster
and faster. But the distance between human beings, was it getting closer as well?

NEVER ABANDON YOUR LOVED ONES. Share this story with everyone that has touched your life and make you grow and understand and feel more about your life. Share it with everyone!
May everyone be loved...

A quote from Cae Hiew: "Love makes your heart young again and magically erase all your wrinkles."

So, stop fighting, start loving

Salty coffee (-: :-(

2005-08-25T16:59:00.000+05:30

He met her on a party.She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him.

At the end the party, he invited her to have coffee with him,she was surprised,but due to being polite, she promised.

They sat in a nice coffee shop,he was too nervous to say anything,she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home....suddenly he asked the waiter:"would you please give me some salt?i'd like to put it in my coffee."

Everybody stared at him, so strange!His face turned red, but, still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.She asked him curiously: Why you have this strange hobby?

He replied: "When I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now evrytime i have the salty coffee, i always think of my childhood, think of my hometown,I miss my home town so much, i mmiss my parents who are still living there." While saying that tears filled his eyes.
She was deeply touched.

That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart.A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home , cares about home,has responsibility of home.Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown,her childhood,her family.That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.

They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm,careful.He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee!

Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life.....And, every time she made the coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee as she knew thats the way he liked it.

After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This is the only lie I said to you--The salty coffee.Remember the first time we dated?I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but said salt. It was hard for me to change so i just went ahead. I never thoght that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell u the truth many times in life, but i was too afraid to do that, as i have promised not to lie to you for anuthing. Now i m dying, I afraid of nothing so i tell u the truth: I dont like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.But i have had the salty coffee for whole my life! Since I knew you, I have never feel sorry for anything I do for you.

Having You with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, Still want to know you and have you for my whole life, Even though I have to drink the salty coffee again."

Her tears made the letter totally wet.Someday, Someone asked her: Whats the taste of Salty Coffee?Its sweet. She replied.

Love is not to forget.
But to forgive
Not to c but understand
Not to hear but to listen
Not to let go but HOLD ON!!!!!

True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.

2005-08-17T12:58:00.000+05:30

I hope you enjoy this, it was too beautiful not to send out:

It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am, when an elderly gentleman, in his 80's, presented to have sutures (stitches) removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.

While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation. I asked him if he had a doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry.
The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for awhile and that she was a victim of Alzheimer Disease.

As we talked, and I finished dressing his wound, I asked if she would be worried if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.

I was surprised, and asked him. "And you still going every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?" He smiled as he patted my hand and said.. "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is."

I had to hold back tears as he left. I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."

"True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be".

to my luving sister ...

2005-08-11T21:54:00.000+05:30

Take time to read it, maybe you will help prevent someone drunk to go driving.

On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the supermarket to buy the remaining of the gift I didn't manage to buy earlier. When I saw all the people there, I started to complain to myself,” It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to go. Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year. How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after it..."

Nonetheless, I made my way to the toy section, and there I started to curse the prices, wondering if after all kids really play with such expensive toys.

While looking in the toy section, I noticed a small boy of about 5 years old, pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll and looked so sad. I wondered who was this doll for. Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him, "Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?"

The old lady replied, "You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear." Then she asked him to stay here for 5 minutes while she went to look
around. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I started to walk toward him and I asked him who did he want to give this doll to. "It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this
Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her, after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can not bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mother so that she can give it to her when she goes there." His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mummy will also go to see God very soon, so I thought that she could bring the doll with her to give it to my sister."

My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said, "I told daddy to tell mummy not to go yet. I asked him to wait until I come back from the supermarket."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing.He then told me, "I also want mummy to take this photo with her so that she will not forget me." I love my mummy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister." Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few notes and said to the boy,
"What if we checked again, just in case if you have enough money?" "Ok," he said. "I hope that I have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll, and even some spare money. The little boy said, "Thank you God for giving me enough money."

Then he looked at me and added, "I asked yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mummy can give it to my sister. He heard me." "I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mummy, but I didn't dare to ask God too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and the white rose." "You know, my mummy loves white rose."
A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my trolley. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck who hit a car where there was one young lady and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to get out of the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away. I couldn't stop myself and went to buy a bunch of white roses and I went to the mortuary where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wish before burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place crying, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to that day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk man had taken all this away from him.

evr luving frnd..!

2005-08-10T14:07:00.000+05:30

10th Grade
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so-called 'best friend'. I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before. I handed them to her. She said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't! want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
11th Grade
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, So I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she were mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go home.
She looked at me, said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek.. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want!! to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Senior year
One fine day she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she said, "has not gonna go" well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, We made a promise that if neither of us had dates, We would go together just as 'best friends'. So we did. That night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as She smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to now that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why

Graduation.
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get higher diploma. I wanted her to be mine-but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.
Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said- 'you're ! my best friend, thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Marriage.
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That ! girl is getting married now. and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said 'you came!'. She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Death.
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'. At the service, they read a diary entry she had written in her high school years. This is what it read:
"I stare at him wishing he was mine; but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know i t. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me!
.......'I wish I did too...'

I thought to my self, and I cried.
Do yourself a favour, tell her(him) you love Her(him). She(he) ! won't be there...................Forever..........!!

A Love Story....

2005-08-09T19:48:00.000+05:30

A Love Story . . .
Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived:
Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all repaired their boats and left.

Love wanted to persevere until the last possible moment. When the island was almost sinking, Love decided to ask for help. Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, "Richness, can you take me with you?" Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."

Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel, "Vanity, please help me!" "I can't help you Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat." Vanity answered.

Sadness was close by so Love asked for help, "Sadness, let me go with you."
"Oh....Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"

Happiness passed by Love too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her!

Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come Love, I will take you." It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that he even forgot to ask the elder his name. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went his own way.

Love realizing how much he owed the elder and asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who helped me?" "It was Time," Knowledge answered. "Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?" Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because, only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is . . .

"What is Love?".........

2005-07-27T18:00:00.000+05:30

There was once a guy who suffered from cancer... a cancer that can't be treated. He was 18 years old and he could die anytime. All his life, he was stuck in his house being taken cared by his mother. He never went outside but he was sick of staying home and wanted to go out for once. So he asked his mother and she gave him permission. He walked down his block and found a lot of stores. He passed a CD store and looked through the front door for a second as he walked. He stopped and went back to look into the store. He saw a young girl about his age and he knew it was love at first sight. He opened the door and walked in, not looking at anything else but her. He walked closer and closer until he was finally at the front desk where she
sat.

She looked up and asked "Can I help you?" She smiled and he thought it was the most beautiful smile he has ever seen before and wanted to kiss her right there. He said "Uh... Yeah... Umm... I would like to buy a CD." He picked one out and gave her money for it. "Would you like me to wrap it for you?" she asked, smiling her cute smile again.

He nodded and she went to the back. She came back with the wrapped CD and gave it to him. He took it and walked out of the store. He went home and from then on, he went to that store everyday and bought a CD, and she wrapped it for him. He took the CD home and put it in his closet. He was still too shy to ask her out and he
really wanted to but he couldn't. His mother found out about this and told him to
just ask her.

So the next day, he took all his courage and went to the store. He bought a
CD like he did everyday and once again she went to the back of the store and came back with it wrapped. He took it and when she wasn't looking, he left his phone number on the desk and ran out... !!!RRRRRING!!!

The mother picked up the phone and said, "Hello?" It was the girl!!! She asked for the boy and the mother started to cry and said, "You don't know? He passed away yesterday...

"The line was quiet except for the cries of the boy's mother. Later in the day. The mother went into the boy's room because she wanted to remember him. She thought she would start by looking at his clothes. So she opened the closet. She was face to face with piles and piles and piles of unopened CDs. She was surprised to find all those CDs and she picked one up and sat down on the bed and she started to open one.
Inside, there was a CD and as she took it out of the wrapper, out fell a piece of paper. The mother picked it up and started to read it.

It said: Hi... I think U R really cute. Do u wanna go out with me? Love,
Jacelyn The mother opened another Í...Again there was a piece of paper. It said:

Hi...
I think U R really cute.
Do u wanna go out with me?
Love,
Jacelyn

Love is... when you've had a huge fight but then decide to put aside your egos, hold hands and say, "I Love You"

Wrong Number !

2005-06-28T12:46:00.000+05:30

It was the day of my son's XII results and I was so tensed. I sat beside him while he logged on the website with his registration no.
" Ma" , he screamed in excitement," I scored 1191, with centum in 4 subjects. I cant believe it. "
I kinda became numb in my excitement. My eyes became wet.
I kissed him on his forehead and smiled .

Soon we realized that he stood first in the state. Oh, my joy knew no bounds when Reporters and media persons soon swamped my house for interviews and photos. I was so honored to join him in the snaps.
I wanted to call my "wrong-number-friend to tell him the news......I was so excited.
He was someone whom I have known for more than 20 years.

I still do not remember when we became friends, but certainly cannot forget the first day he called me when I blasted him for giving me so many wrong calls.....after that he had called up a week later asking apology, for he had now got the right no of his friend whom he wanted to talk to .We spoke for an hour that day...even without knowing each other's names.Though he kept pestering me to reveal my name I never did and so he kept a name...Sweety. I used to get so shy whenever he called me 'Sweety'. I was doing first year of BSc. Maths then, and he was a Computer Engineering student.
From then he used to call me very often . We almost discussed everything ..
By the final year of my college, we probably we were in love, but I had been cautious. I was in a dilemma whether to tell him. But what if he was of a different religion? Do I have the courage to talk to my parents about it?
........all these questions ran through my mind.
I decided I'll not talk to him thereafter. When he called next time I lied to him I that I was going to Delhi for my post graduation. He gave me his office number and asked me to ring him up once I reach there.
I never called .......

A couple of months later my marriage got fixed with a guy of my parent's choice. I was not happy but I did not complain; rather accepted it as an obedient daughter. At times I felt I missed my wrong- number- friend.......

My hubby was a moody person; I have hardly spent any good time with him- but he was genuine indeed and never bothered my personal space. After 2 years we had a boy...Yet,I was not very happy with my married life...One day I happened to browse through my diary and found I still had my old friend's office phone no that he had given me. I dialed it and spoke with him. He said he was married and got a kid too. I was happy for him though in the bottom of the heart I felt bad that I could not marry him.

From then I used to occasionally call him on that number. I never gave him mine as I felt that would put me in trouble...
And till today I almost shared everything with him including my relationship with my hubby.....today I was so happy and I wanted to call him.
Just then I got a call.
"Your husband met with an accident and died on the spot"
I banged the phone down. I broke. I did not call my friend.....I somehow started feeling guilty. I have never tried to talk to him properly when he was alive or moved close with him....
I felt I had been a bad wife........

A couple of years passed and one day my son brought home a Bengali girl and said they wanted to get married. I got them married as I did not want my son to go through what I did.
I decided to give my son his father's room and started clearing it. There was a phone book. I gently opened it to find, " Wrong no Sweety -2XXXXXX2"

God always puts the right numbers together. Its we who interpret it wrong!!!

Pain of Life...

2005-06-17T10:59:00.000+05:30

An old Master instructed his unhappy young disciple to put a handful of salt in a glass of water and then to drink it. "How does it taste?" the Master asked. "Awful," spat the apprentice.

The Master chuckled and then asked the young man to take another handful of salt and put it in the lake. The two walked in silence to the nearby lake and when the apprentice swirled his handful of salt into the lake, the old man said, "Now drink from the lake."

As the water dripped down the young man's chin, the Master asked, "How does it taste?" "Good!" remarked the apprentice. "Do you taste the salt?" asked the Master. "No," said the young man.

The Master sat beside this troubled young man, took his hands, and said,

"The pain of life is pure salt; no more, no less. The amount of pain in life remains the same, exactly the same. But the amount we taste the 'pain'

depends on the container we put it into. So when you are in pain, the only thing you can do is to enlarge your sense of things ..... Stop being a glass. Become a lake!"

We all want to fall in love. Why?

2005-06-15T11:00:00.000+05:30

We all want to fall in love. Why?
Because that experience makes us feel completely alive.
Where every sense is heightened,
every emotion is magnified,
our everyday reality is shattered
and we are flying into the heavens.
It may only last a moment, an hour, an afternoon.
But that doesn't diminish its value.
Because we are left with memories
that we treasure for the rest of our lives. :-)

Chatting - Is this so called Internet revolution?

2005-05-31T19:52:00.000+05:30

Have u ever done chatting in any of the famous chat-rooms?
Will u be able to recollect 10 names u found there? Now, tell me how many male names u came across?
Hardly, one?
They say " if you enter with your original name, the chances of getting responses are very few". So Is this Chatting or Cheating?
It helps finding new friends - another good reason.
From what we hear from our friends residing abroad,particularly western countries, socialising is very restricted to a small circle. So chatting may suit them.
But here?
They will be browsing the net sitting along with 10 other fellows in the browsing centre, never ever bothering to say Hi to the person sitting next to them,eventhough they may see the person regularly but they will be chatting (that too paying money for the browsing) with some unseen unknown person for being friends!!
From what i could hear and see most people are chatting with the feeling
"marriages are made in chatrooms"
may be!watch out for cyber children!!

In wat way I can excel ?

2005-05-25T14:39:00.000+05:30

As i sip my hot beverage...
Different thoughts came across my mind, donno in which path shld I jump into. Hope I will find my path at the earliest.,
First of all, i shld thanq the java brain(Durai)& the creative brain(Mali) , who helped me to scribble over here...

New born baby in this blogs-world

2005-05-24T17:47:00.000+05:30

quwah..quwah..mmmm...ah.,ah, :-)