Sometimes….

Just being there is ALL!

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Garfield on seeing Shakira dance 😛

Also, enjoy:

dey copied it from Om Shanti Om! lolz!

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Ek Chutki code ki keemat tum kya jaano HR Babu?

Ishwar ka ashirwaad hota hai ek chutki code

Developer ke sar ka taj hota hai ek chutki code

Har bench resource ka khwaab hota hai ek chutki code

Bugs ka bhandaar hai ek chutki code

TL ki shikayat ka adhar hai ek chutki code

Release ke samay ninde udata hai ek chutki code

Nanhe se logic ke liye 1000 line ka hota hai ek chutki code

Back pain karata hai ek chutki code

Tension se takla kar deta hai ek chutki code

Per phir bhi hume salary dilata hai Yeh ek chutki code!!
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Feb21_2008_1

Garfield on seeing Shakira dance 😛

Also, enjoy:

dey copied it from Om Shanti Om! lolz!

~~~~~
Ek Chutki code ki keemat tum kya jaano HR Babu?

Ishwar ka ashirwaad hota hai ek chutki code

Developer ke sar ka taj hota hai ek chutki code

Har bench resource ka khwaab hota hai ek chutki code

Bugs ka bhandaar hai ek chutki code

TL ki shikayat ka adhar hai ek chutki code

Release ke samay ninde udata hai ek chutki code

Nanhe se logic ke liye 1000 line ka hota hai ek chutki code

Back pain karata hai ek chutki code

Tension se takla kar deta hai ek chutki code

Per phir bhi hume salary dilata hai Yeh ek chutki code!!
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Life n d power of affection

Life is what happens when we are busy making other plans…..
I saw this graphic, and in the first glimpse, it seemed a junkie outta d dustbin, but when I looked at it for sometime, I saw the beauty in its crumpled untidiness….. and realised that its its imperfection that gives it this “beauty”, and its “uniqueness”…..

Imagine a blank sheet of paper with the same letters “LIFE” written over it(u may actually do it practically) and compare this pic with it…m damn sure you’d like d crumpled one more!

N now some geeku inputs, ummm…. life is not the “digital” ‘0’ or ‘1’, i.e. “good” or “bad”, the two loner states hanging out there…all alone!
rather its like a beautiful sine/cos curve(as a matter of fact, any curve) with infinitesimal moments of the “actual life” happening between the start and the end….

To enjoy life fully, we must enjoy these “seemingly tiny” moments, rather than wait for a particular time in infinity to arrive, and then…and then…and then!

I feel perfection is boring, and imperfection is interesting since once we are perfect, we can improve no more, although I truly believe in constantly working towards achieving perfection(with its threshold moving up, as and when I near the point)…..

An example would be to bring a rose for your loved one….. not just on the oh-so predictable special days, but pouring in the affection at special moments.. esp when you think (now that’s up to you how you gauge when these are needed!) and making the one feel special 🙂

The sheer joy of having thought of something like this would not just fill you with joy, but also be felt by your loved ones.

People spend their lives in “waiting for the right time”, and end up realising all the time just flew by…..
So, give, before its too late! Give NOW! You won’t think twice if you truly love someone- ain’t it!

Life is beautiful!

I love this pic:) It sums it all!

Life n d power of affection

Life is what happens when we are busy making other plans…..
I saw this graphic, and in the first glimpse, it seemed a junkie outta d dustbin, but when I looked at it for sometime, I saw the beauty in its crumpled untidiness….. and realised that its its imperfection that gives it this “beauty”, and its “uniqueness”…..

Imagine a blank sheet of paper with the same letters “LIFE” written over it(u may actually do it practically) and compare this pic with it…m damn sure you’d like d crumpled one more!

N now some geeku inputs, ummm…. life is not the “digital” ‘0’ or ‘1’, i.e. “good” or “bad”, the two loner states hanging out there…all alone!
rather its like a beautiful sine/cos curve(as a matter of fact, any curve) with infinitesimal moments of the “actual life” happening between the start and the end….

To enjoy life fully, we must enjoy these “seemingly tiny” moments, rather than wait for a particular time in infinity to arrive, and then…and then…and then!

I feel perfection is boring, and imperfection is interesting since once we are perfect, we can improve no more, although I truly believe in constantly working towards achieving perfection(with its threshold moving up, as and when I near the point)…..

An example would be to bring a rose for your loved one….. not just on the oh-so predictable special days, but pouring in the affection at special moments.. esp when you think (now that’s up to you how you gauge when these are needed!) and making the one feel special 🙂

The sheer joy of having thought of something like this would not just fill you with joy, but also be felt by your loved ones.

People spend their lives in “waiting for the right time”, and end up realising all the time just flew by…..
So, give, before its too late! Give NOW! You won’t think twice if you truly love someone- ain’t it!

Life is beautiful!

I love this pic:) It sums it all!

Life n d power of affection

Life is what happens when we are busy making other plans…..
I saw this graphic, and in the first glimpse, it seemed a junkie outta d dustbin, but when I looked at it for sometime, I saw the beauty in its crumpled untidiness….. and realised that its its imperfection that gives it this “beauty”, and its “uniqueness”…..

Imagine a blank sheet of paper with the same letters “LIFE” written over it(u may actually do it practically) and compare this pic with it…m damn sure you’d like d crumpled one more!

N now some geeku inputs, ummm…. life is not the “digital” ‘0’ or ‘1’, i.e. “good” or “bad”, the two loner states hanging out there…all alone!
rather its like a beautiful sine/cos curve(as a matter of fact, any curve) with infinitesimal moments of the “actual life” happening between the start and the end….

To enjoy life fully, we must enjoy these “seemingly tiny” moments, rather than wait for a particular time in infinity to arrive, and then…and then…and then!

I feel perfection is boring, and imperfection is interesting since once we are perfect, we can improve no more, although I truly believe in constantly working towards achieving perfection(with its threshold moving up, as and when I near the point)…..

An example would be to bring a rose for your loved one….. not just on the oh-so predictable special days, but pouring in the affection at special moments.. esp when you think (now that’s up to you how you gauge when these are needed!) and making the one feel special 🙂

The sheer joy of having thought of something like this would not just fill you with joy, but also be felt by your loved ones.

People spend their lives in “waiting for the right time”, and end up realising all the time just flew by…..
So, give, before its too late! Give NOW! You won’t think twice if you truly love someone- ain’t it!

Life is beautiful!

I love this pic:) It sums it all!

All You Ever Wanted To Know About Love

mmmmm ….dey smell n look divine:) thx!

Love is a basic emotion, yet you cannot plan to fall in love or create conditions for being in love. It is something over which you have no control. Either you fall in love or you do not. It is ordained. Ramakrishna explains this with the following analogy: “When a huge tidal wave comes, all the little brooks and ditches become full to the brim without any effort or consciousness on their own part”.

However, there are some criteria for judging whether one is in love or not.

The first test is that you do not want exclusive possession of the object of your love. You wish the world to know of your love. You could declare your love from the rooftop. And you wish to do or say whatever makes the person you love happy. M K Gandhi said: “Love and exclusive possession can never go together. Theoretically where there is perfect love, there must be perfect non-possession”.
The second test of love is that there can be no bargain. It does not recognise reward or punishment. Love itself is a merit, and itself its own reward. Beyond itself love seeks neither cause nor outcome; the outcome of it is one with the practice of it.
You love something or someone for its own sake and not because you want or desire a favour in return. Love is not a means to some ephemeral or non-ephemeral end, but is an end in itself. Love is not a response to a certain positive situation. You can go on loving… for when you give your love it comes back millions of times more. Express it!
The notion of giving is so consequential to love that “if you do not give it, it goes, it becomes dead, it becomes a dead weight on you. It becomes hatred — it turns into its very opposite. It becomes fear, it becomes jealousy, it becomes possessiveness”, said Osho.
The third test of real love is the annihilation of the ego. It obliterates the distinction between the self and the other by an unconditional surrender to the other; rather it is a total merger, a complete synthesis with the beloved. Perfect!
In true love the lover and the beloved are one [hmm…. like ardha narishwar! – Lord Shiva and Shakti]. The sense of your own identity and individuality vanishes. The other, therefore, does not place a limit on the lover’s freedom; rather, communion with the beloved leads to unbound freedom. It frees us from limits imposed on us by our ahamkara — ego.
The fourth test of real love is that it knows no fear. Fear could be of unfulfilled desires. If your love springs from fear of punishment, or from your desires being fulfilled, then it is no love at all. Love and fear are incompatible, because in love there is no place for desire.
The fifth test of love is that you love what you consider to be the best – you bring out the best – you simply see the best in your partner. Therefore, the beloved person, object, or ideal is unique. It is the highest from the perspective of the lover; from others’ perspective it may not be so. For others some other ideal could be higher than this one. But for the lover the beloved is the best.
The sixth test of real love is that the lover does not so much believe in pedantic and powerless reason which merely argues but is not able to establish a direct contact with the beloved.
The lover gives up the fruitless intellectual groping in the dark, and trusts his own direct experience. He does not give reasons and arguments, nor depend upon inference but depends on direct perception and lived life experience.

The writer [Mr. A. Vohra] is head, department of philosophy, Delhi University.

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I have always believed that
“zindagi me bahut sare relations se better hai ki,
relations me bahut saari zindagi ho”,
and that all are lovely souls connected together by awesome energies of the universe…..
all caring, and sharing, and loving!

All You Ever Wanted To Know About Love

mmmmm ….dey smell n look divine:) thx!

Love is a basic emotion, yet you cannot plan to fall in love or create conditions for being in love. It is something over which you have no control. Either you fall in love or you do not. It is ordained. Ramakrishna explains this with the following analogy: “When a huge tidal wave comes, all the little brooks and ditches become full to the brim without any effort or consciousness on their own part”.

However, there are some criteria for judging whether one is in love or not.

The first test is that you do not want exclusive possession of the object of your love. You wish the world to know of your love. You could declare your love from the rooftop. And you wish to do or say whatever makes the person you love happy. M K Gandhi said: “Love and exclusive possession can never go together. Theoretically where there is perfect love, there must be perfect non-possession”.
The second test of love is that there can be no bargain. It does not recognise reward or punishment. Love itself is a merit, and itself its own reward. Beyond itself love seeks neither cause nor outcome; the outcome of it is one with the practice of it.
You love something or someone for its own sake and not because you want or desire a favour in return. Love is not a means to some ephemeral or non-ephemeral end, but is an end in itself. Love is not a response to a certain positive situation. You can go on loving… for when you give your love it comes back millions of times more. Express it!
The notion of giving is so consequential to love that “if you do not give it, it goes, it becomes dead, it becomes a dead weight on you. It becomes hatred — it turns into its very opposite. It becomes fear, it becomes jealousy, it becomes possessiveness”, said Osho.
The third test of real love is the annihilation of the ego. It obliterates the distinction between the self and the other by an unconditional surrender to the other; rather it is a total merger, a complete synthesis with the beloved. Perfect!
In true love the lover and the beloved are one [hmm…. like ardha narishwar! – Lord Shiva and Shakti]. The sense of your own identity and individuality vanishes. The other, therefore, does not place a limit on the lover’s freedom; rather, communion with the beloved leads to unbound freedom. It frees us from limits imposed on us by our ahamkara — ego.
The fourth test of real love is that it knows no fear. Fear could be of unfulfilled desires. If your love springs from fear of punishment, or from your desires being fulfilled, then it is no love at all. Love and fear are incompatible, because in love there is no place for desire.
The fifth test of love is that you love what you consider to be the best – you bring out the best – you simply see the best in your partner. Therefore, the beloved person, object, or ideal is unique. It is the highest from the perspective of the lover; from others’ perspective it may not be so. For others some other ideal could be higher than this one. But for the lover the beloved is the best.
The sixth test of real love is that the lover does not so much believe in pedantic and powerless reason which merely argues but is not able to establish a direct contact with the beloved.
The lover gives up the fruitless intellectual groping in the dark, and trusts his own direct experience. He does not give reasons and arguments, nor depend upon inference but depends on direct perception and lived life experience.

The writer [Mr. A. Vohra] is head, department of philosophy, Delhi University.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I have always believed that
“zindagi me bahut sare relations se better hai ki,
relations me bahut saari zindagi ho”,
and that all are lovely souls connected together by awesome energies of the universe…..
all caring, and sharing, and loving!

Achyutam Keshavamvam,

A lovely friend asked for this today… had almost lost the song… but I foundit again…. lovely .. I simply love it 🙂


and here go the lyrics… sing along :):)
Achyutam Keshavam Krishna Damodaram,
Rama naraynam Janakivallabham,
Kaun kehta hai Bhagvan aate nahi
Bhakta Meera ke jaise bulate nahi,
Achyutam Keshavam Krishna Damodaram,
Rama naraynam Janakivallabham,
Kaun kehta hai Bhagvan khaate nahi,
Ber Shabri ke jaise khilate nahi, …
Achyutam Keshavam Krishna Damodaram,
Rama naraynam Janakivallabham,
Kaun kehta hai Bhagvan Sote nahi,
Maa Yashoda ke jaise sulate nahin,
Achyutam Keshavam Krishna Damodaram,
Rama naraynam Janakivallabham,
Kaun kehta hai Bhagvan naachte nahi,
Tum Gopi ke jaise nachaate nahin,
Achyutam Keshavam Krishna Damodaram,
Rama naraynam Janakivallabham,
Naam Japate chalo kaam karte chalo
Har samay Krishna ka dhyaan karte chalo
Achyutam Keshavam Krishna Damodaram,
Rama naraynam Janakivallabham,
Yaad aayegi unko kabhi na kabhi
Krishan darshan to denge kabhi na kabhi ….. Achyutam Keshavam…
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“Love my creation and you love me”
Free your heart from hatred and you love me…..

Basant Panchami

A repost:

Crooning
He Sharde Ma, He Sharde Ma, Agyanta se hame taar de ma…..!
Tu Swar ki devi sangeet tujhse… Har Shabd tera hai har geet tujhse….
Teri daya ka, teri kripa ka…. hamko bhi kucch ma uphaar de ma….
He Sharde Ma, He Sharde Ma, Agyanta se hame taar de ma…..!

Hum hain akele hum hain adhoore
teri sharam hum hame pyaar de maa….

He Sharde Ma, He Sharde Ma, Agyanta se hame taar de ma…..!

we used to bring all possible yellow things to please Goddess Saraswati – Yellow rice, yellow flowers and unmarrried young girls wear red and white Sari to pray to the Goddess of learning…… so beautiful she is – seated on a beautiful white swan with Veena in her hands….. and with the most beautiful smile on her face…… playing the loveliest, soul-stirring ragas….. imagine lovely peacocks/birds/ me myself sitting near her…. mantra-mugdha [spell bound] ….. I wish I could keep listening to her veena always…… but yo! gotta get up and wotk and utilise the knowledge gained 🙂

Basant Panchami or Vasant Panchami [the Festival of Spring] is a festival of Hindus, and is celebrated all over the world with great enthusiasm. This year it was celebrated on 10th of February. Magh Sud 5 (5th day of the bright fortnight of the lunar month of Magh) is the day of Vasant Panchami. Hinduism, more a way of life rather than a religion, demure to the special significance of seasons in our lives through religious festivals. Vasant Panchami is referred to as the spring festival, and signifies the beginning of Vasant Ritu (spring season).
It is celebrated mainly in Haryana and Punjab, during February-March. It is celebrated at the end of winter to welcome spring. ‘Basant Ritu’ means the spring season in Hindi. During this season in Haryana the mustard fields are in full bloom, giving the impression of yellow carpets laid out on acres of land. People welcome this change of season by wearing yellow clothes, flying kites and having fun. A puja (prayer) is held in the house, teeka applied on the deity as well as everyone’s forehead.

Kite flying is the major and most colorful event of this festival. The sky is covered with different colorful fighter kites. The kites (patang in Hindi) are of medium size normally from 1 feet to 4 feet across and made of paper on a frame of bamboo strips. Preparation for this festival start many days earlier and people spend a lot of money on the kites. New clothes are purchased for this festival and many delicious dishes prepared for this particular occasion. In Haryana, sweet yellow rice, flavored with saffron, is prepared for Basant Panchami.

‘Yellow’ is the color of the festival and so it dominates everywhere i.e. in the kites, in the clothes, especially in the clothes of ladies, as ladies make a lot of preparation for this particular occasion. There are kites in the sky not only in daytime but also in night. People use searchlights in the night to fly the kites. All the family members gather at one single place, many times on the rooftops, and celebrate this festival.

The Goddess of Learning

It is customary to begin a child’s education on this day in deference to goddess Saraswati. Before starting. The children are expected to recite the following prayer

Sanskrit: Saraswhathi Namastuhyam Varade Kamarupini Bidyarambam Karishy ami Sidhirthayatu Mesada

Translation : Oh Saraswhati, sitting on the beautiful Lotus flower, I am beginning my education, so always bless me.

Schools, colleges and other places of learning organise special worship of Saraswati. Many schools and colleges also organize cultural activities. Chandigarh and Punjab colleges, for example, typically celebrate the day with Bhangra competitions. Pandit Madan Mohan Malviya laid the foundations of Kashi Hindu Vishwa Vidyalaya on Vasant Panchami. This has now become a world academic institution.

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Basant Panchami

A repost:

Crooning
He Sharde Ma, He Sharde Ma, Agyanta se hame taar de ma…..!
Tu Swar ki devi sangeet tujhse… Har Shabd tera hai har geet tujhse….
Teri daya ka, teri kripa ka…. hamko bhi kucch ma uphaar de ma….
He Sharde Ma, He Sharde Ma, Agyanta se hame taar de ma…..!

Hum hain akele hum hain adhoore
teri sharam hum hame pyaar de maa….

He Sharde Ma, He Sharde Ma, Agyanta se hame taar de ma…..!

we used to bring all possible yellow things to please Goddess Saraswati – Yellow rice, yellow flowers and unmarrried young girls wear red and white Sari to pray to the Goddess of learning…… so beautiful she is – seated on a beautiful white swan with Veena in her hands….. and with the most beautiful smile on her face…… playing the loveliest, soul-stirring ragas….. imagine lovely peacocks/birds/ me myself sitting near her…. mantra-mugdha [spell bound] ….. I wish I could keep listening to her veena always…… but yo! gotta get up and wotk and utilise the knowledge gained 🙂

Basant Panchami or Vasant Panchami [the Festival of Spring] is a festival of Hindus, and is celebrated all over the world with great enthusiasm. This year it was celebrated on 10th of February. Magh Sud 5 (5th day of the bright fortnight of the lunar month of Magh) is the day of Vasant Panchami. Hinduism, more a way of life rather than a religion, demure to the special significance of seasons in our lives through religious festivals. Vasant Panchami is referred to as the spring festival, and signifies the beginning of Vasant Ritu (spring season).
It is celebrated mainly in Haryana and Punjab, during February-March. It is celebrated at the end of winter to welcome spring. ‘Basant Ritu’ means the spring season in Hindi. During this season in Haryana the mustard fields are in full bloom, giving the impression of yellow carpets laid out on acres of land. People welcome this change of season by wearing yellow clothes, flying kites and having fun. A puja (prayer) is held in the house, teeka applied on the deity as well as everyone’s forehead.

Kite flying is the major and most colorful event of this festival. The sky is covered with different colorful fighter kites. The kites (patang in Hindi) are of medium size normally from 1 feet to 4 feet across and made of paper on a frame of bamboo strips. Preparation for this festival start many days earlier and people spend a lot of money on the kites. New clothes are purchased for this festival and many delicious dishes prepared for this particular occasion. In Haryana, sweet yellow rice, flavored with saffron, is prepared for Basant Panchami.

‘Yellow’ is the color of the festival and so it dominates everywhere i.e. in the kites, in the clothes, especially in the clothes of ladies, as ladies make a lot of preparation for this particular occasion. There are kites in the sky not only in daytime but also in night. People use searchlights in the night to fly the kites. All the family members gather at one single place, many times on the rooftops, and celebrate this festival.

The Goddess of Learning

It is customary to begin a child’s education on this day in deference to goddess Saraswati. Before starting. The children are expected to recite the following prayer

Sanskrit: Saraswhathi Namastuhyam Varade Kamarupini Bidyarambam Karishy ami Sidhirthayatu Mesada

Translation : Oh Saraswhati, sitting on the beautiful Lotus flower, I am beginning my education, so always bless me.

Schools, colleges and other places of learning organise special worship of Saraswati. Many schools and colleges also organize cultural activities. Chandigarh and Punjab colleges, for example, typically celebrate the day with Bhangra competitions. Pandit Madan Mohan Malviya laid the foundations of Kashi Hindu Vishwa Vidyalaya on Vasant Panchami. This has now become a world academic institution.

Read More

10 Ways to love people

Got it as a forward…..

As per the Holy book…

10 Ways to love people

1. Listen without interrupting (Prov 18)

2. Speak without accusing (James 1:19)

3. Give without sparing (Prov 21:26)

4. Pray without ceasing (Col 1:9)

5. Answer without arguing (Prov 17:1)

6. Share without pretending (Eph 4:15)

7. Enjoy without complaint (Phil 2:14)

8. Trust without wavering (ICor13:7)

9. Forgive without punishing (Col 3:13)

10. Promise without forgetting (Prov 13:12)

Spread Love!!!

Give…..! Love is about giving….. selflessly…. unconditionally…..!

Anyone who has loved someone, or has been loved by someone knows the true meaning of these…..

10 Ways to love people

Got it as a forward…..

As per the Holy book…

10 Ways to love people

1. Listen without interrupting (Prov 18)

2. Speak without accusing (James 1:19)

3. Give without sparing (Prov 21:26)

4. Pray without ceasing (Col 1:9)

5. Answer without arguing (Prov 17:1)

6. Share without pretending (Eph 4:15)

7. Enjoy without complaint (Phil 2:14)

8. Trust without wavering (ICor13:7)

9. Forgive without punishing (Col 3:13)

10. Promise without forgetting (Prov 13:12)

Spread Love!!!

Give…..! Love is about giving….. selflessly…. unconditionally…..!

Anyone who has loved someone, or has been loved by someone knows the true meaning of these…..

NOW THAT’S GOD!

Just got this from a good friend:) n felt like blogging it!
Just, just wonderful-so very nostalgic!
n i believe in
“Don’t tell GOD how Big your storm is.
Tell the storm how Big your GOD is! “

NOW THAT’S GOD

It was one of the hottest days of the dry season. We had not seen rain in almost a month. The crops were dying. Cows had stopped giving milk. The creeks and streams were long gone back into the earth. It was a dry season that would bankrupt several farmers before it was through.
Every day, my husband and his brothers would go about the arduous process of trying to get water to the fields. Lately this process had involved taking a truck to the local water rendering plant and filling it up with water. But severe rationing had cut everyone off. If we
Didn’t see some rain soon…we would lose everything. It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of sharing and witnessed the only miracle I have seen with my own eyes. I was in the kitchen making lunch for my husband and his brothers when I saw my
Six-year-old son, Billy, walking toward the woods. He wasn’t walking with the usual carefree abandon of a youth but with a serious purpose. I could only see his back. He was obviously walking with a great effort … trying to be as still as possible. Minutes after he disappeared into the woods, he came running out again, toward the house. I went back to making sandwiches; thinking that whatever task he had been doing was completed. Moments later, however, he was once again walking in that slow purposeful stride toward the woods. This activity went on for an hour: walking carefully to the woods, running back to the house.

Finally I couldn’t take it any longer and I crept out of the house and followed him on his journey (being very careful not to be seen…as he was obviously doing important work and didn’t need his Mommy checking up on him). He was cupping both hands in front of him as he walked, being very careful not to spill the water he held in them … maybe two or three tablespoons were held in his tiny hands. I sneaked close as he went into the woods. Branches and thorns slapped his little face, but he did not try to avoid them. He had a much higher purpose. As I leaned in to spy on him, I saw the most amazing site.

Several large deer loomed in front of him. Billy walked right up to them. I almost screamed for him to get away. A huge buck with elaborate antlers was dangerously close. But the buck did not threaten him…he didn’t even move as Billy knelt down. And I saw a tiny fawn lying on the ground; obviously suffering from dehydration and heat exhaustion, lift its head with great effort to lap up the water cupped in my beautiful boy’s hand. When the water was gone, Billy jumped up to run back to the house and I hid behind a tree.
I followed him back to the house to a spigot to which we had shut off the water. Billy opened it all the way up and a small trickle began to creep out. He knelt there, letting the drip, drip slowly fill up his makeshift “cup,” as the sun beat down on his little back. And it came clear to me: The trouble he had gotten into for playing with the hose the week before. The lecture he had received about the importance of not wasting water. The reason he didn’t ask me to help him. It took almost twenty minutes for the drops to fill his hands. When he stood up and began the trek back, I was there in front of him.

His little eyes just filled with tears. “I’m not wasting,” was all he said. As he began his walk, I joined him…with a small pot of water from the kitchen. I let him tend to the fawn. I stayed away. It was his job. I stood on the edge of the woods watching the most beautiful heart I have ever known working so hard to save another life. As the tears that rolled down my face began to hit the ground, other drops…and more drops…and more suddenly joined them. I looked up at the sky. It was as if God, himself, was weeping with pride.
Some will probably say that this was all just a huge coincidence. Those miracles don’t really exist. That it was bound to rain sometime. And I can’t argue with that… I’m not going to try. All I can say is that the rain that came that day saved our farm…just like the actions of one little boy saved another.
I don’t know if anyone will read this…but I had to send it out. To honor the memory of my beautiful Billy, who was taken from me much too soon… But not before showing me the true face of God, in a little, sunburned body.

*~THAT’S GOD ~*
Have you ever been just sitting there and all of a sudden you feel like doing something nice for someone you care for?

THAT’S GOD! He speaks to you through the Holy Spirit

Have you ever been down and out and nobody seems to be around for you to Talk to?

THAT’S GOD! He wants you to speak to Him.

Have you ever been thinking about somebody that you haven’t seen in a long time and then next thing you know you see them or receive a phone call from them?

THAT’S GOD! There’s no such thing as coincidence.

Have you ever received something wonderful that you didn’t even ask for, like money in the mail, a debt that had mysteriously been cleared, or a coupon to a department store where you had just seen something you wanted, but couldn’t afford.

THAT’S GOD. . He knows the desires of your heart. .

Have you ever been in a situation and you had no clue how it is going to get better, but now you look back on it?

THAT’S GOD! He passes us through tribulation to see a brighter day.

NOW THAT’S GOD!!!!!!!!
HAVE A BLESSED DAY
GOD LOVES YOU!
Yo!
Gawd! its just few days back… I was wondering about Telepathy etc n stuff… n here I have the answer! That’s GOD!

NOW THAT’S GOD!

Just got this from a good friend:) n felt like blogging it!
Just, just wonderful-so very nostalgic!
n i believe in
“Don’t tell GOD how Big your storm is.
Tell the storm how Big your GOD is! “

NOW THAT’S GOD

It was one of the hottest days of the dry season. We had not seen rain in almost a month. The crops were dying. Cows had stopped giving milk. The creeks and streams were long gone back into the earth. It was a dry season that would bankrupt several farmers before it was through.
Every day, my husband and his brothers would go about the arduous process of trying to get water to the fields. Lately this process had involved taking a truck to the local water rendering plant and filling it up with water. But severe rationing had cut everyone off. If we
Didn’t see some rain soon…we would lose everything. It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of sharing and witnessed the only miracle I have seen with my own eyes. I was in the kitchen making lunch for my husband and his brothers when I saw my
Six-year-old son, Billy, walking toward the woods. He wasn’t walking with the usual carefree abandon of a youth but with a serious purpose. I could only see his back. He was obviously walking with a great effort … trying to be as still as possible. Minutes after he disappeared into the woods, he came running out again, toward the house. I went back to making sandwiches; thinking that whatever task he had been doing was completed. Moments later, however, he was once again walking in that slow purposeful stride toward the woods. This activity went on for an hour: walking carefully to the woods, running back to the house.

Finally I couldn’t take it any longer and I crept out of the house and followed him on his journey (being very careful not to be seen…as he was obviously doing important work and didn’t need his Mommy checking up on him). He was cupping both hands in front of him as he walked, being very careful not to spill the water he held in them … maybe two or three tablespoons were held in his tiny hands. I sneaked close as he went into the woods. Branches and thorns slapped his little face, but he did not try to avoid them. He had a much higher purpose. As I leaned in to spy on him, I saw the most amazing site.

Several large deer loomed in front of him. Billy walked right up to them. I almost screamed for him to get away. A huge buck with elaborate antlers was dangerously close. But the buck did not threaten him…he didn’t even move as Billy knelt down. And I saw a tiny fawn lying on the ground; obviously suffering from dehydration and heat exhaustion, lift its head with great effort to lap up the water cupped in my beautiful boy’s hand. When the water was gone, Billy jumped up to run back to the house and I hid behind a tree.
I followed him back to the house to a spigot to which we had shut off the water. Billy opened it all the way up and a small trickle began to creep out. He knelt there, letting the drip, drip slowly fill up his makeshift “cup,” as the sun beat down on his little back. And it came clear to me: The trouble he had gotten into for playing with the hose the week before. The lecture he had received about the importance of not wasting water. The reason he didn’t ask me to help him. It took almost twenty minutes for the drops to fill his hands. When he stood up and began the trek back, I was there in front of him.

His little eyes just filled with tears. “I’m not wasting,” was all he said. As he began his walk, I joined him…with a small pot of water from the kitchen. I let him tend to the fawn. I stayed away. It was his job. I stood on the edge of the woods watching the most beautiful heart I have ever known working so hard to save another life. As the tears that rolled down my face began to hit the ground, other drops…and more drops…and more suddenly joined them. I looked up at the sky. It was as if God, himself, was weeping with pride.
Some will probably say that this was all just a huge coincidence. Those miracles don’t really exist. That it was bound to rain sometime. And I can’t argue with that… I’m not going to try. All I can say is that the rain that came that day saved our farm…just like the actions of one little boy saved another.
I don’t know if anyone will read this…but I had to send it out. To honor the memory of my beautiful Billy, who was taken from me much too soon… But not before showing me the true face of God, in a little, sunburned body.

*~THAT’S GOD ~*
Have you ever been just sitting there and all of a sudden you feel like doing something nice for someone you care for?

THAT’S GOD! He speaks to you through the Holy Spirit

Have you ever been down and out and nobody seems to be around for you to Talk to?

THAT’S GOD! He wants you to speak to Him.

Have you ever been thinking about somebody that you haven’t seen in a long time and then next thing you know you see them or receive a phone call from them?

THAT’S GOD! There’s no such thing as coincidence.

Have you ever received something wonderful that you didn’t even ask for, like money in the mail, a debt that had mysteriously been cleared, or a coupon to a department store where you had just seen something you wanted, but couldn’t afford.

THAT’S GOD. . He knows the desires of your heart. .

Have you ever been in a situation and you had no clue how it is going to get better, but now you look back on it?

THAT’S GOD! He passes us through tribulation to see a brighter day.

NOW THAT’S GOD!!!!!!!!
HAVE A BLESSED DAY
GOD LOVES YOU!
Yo!
Gawd! its just few days back… I was wondering about Telepathy etc n stuff… n here I have the answer! That’s GOD!

ऐ ज़िंदगी ये लम्हा जी लेने दे!

ऐ ज़िंदगी  ये लम्हा जी लेने दे


All the sunflowers are right there waiting for your embrace :)
The sky is waiting for you to hold it in your arms!

I love this awesome song from Filhaal..... and I relate to it soooo much!
Ye Lamha filhaal ji lene de....

A dream is created every moment.....
n its the possiblity of dreams being fulfilled that makes living life worthwhile:)
Dream On! Life is beautiful!


Ae zindagi yeh lamha jee lene de
Oh, pehle se likha kuch bhi nahin
Roz naya kuch likhti hai tu
Jo bhi likha hai, dil se jiya hai
Yeh lamha filhaal jee lene de - 2
Maasoom si hasi, bevaja hi kabhi
Honton pe khil jaati hai
Anjaan si khushi baheti hui kabhi
Saahil pe mil jaati hai
Yeh anjaana sa darr ajnabi hai magar
Khoobsurat hai jee lene de
Yeh lamha filhaal jee lene de - 2
Dil hi mein rehta hai, aankhon mein baheta hai
Kaccha sa ek khwaab hai
Lagta sawaal hai, shaayad jawaab hai
Dil phir bhi betaab hai
Yeh sukun hai to hai, yeh junoon hai to hai
Khoobsurat hai jee lene de
Yeh lamha filhaal jee lene de ...
Oh, pehle se likha kuch bhi nahin
Roz naya kuch, oh likhti hai tu
Jo bhi likha hai, dil se jiya hai
Yeh lamha filhaal jee lene de ...
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nostalgic - Helpless When She Smiles:):)
Get going with your fighter spirit! Your killer instinct!
The darkest of the clouds has the most shiniest of the silver lining..
that's what you have always believed in!
Try!
Try! Try!
ऐ ज़िंदगी ये लम्हा जी लेने दे