Sunday, June 29, 2008

babies part 2

THESE PICTURES ARE COURTESY SOME PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN KIND ENOUGH TO SHARE THESE WONDERFUL PICTURES WITH THE WORLD ON VARIOUS SITE, APOLOGIES FOR NOT GIVING DUE CREDIT TO THEM, BUT HAVE BEEN UNABLE TO FIND THE ORIGINAL PICTURE TAKERS.





some more of them!

yipeee!

yaaahhoooooo!!!
M the new editor-in-chief....
m sooo happy....
it feels as if things are now falling in place...
i deserve this! i shall treat myself for this...
i wonder what should i do....
ummm......

Friday, June 27, 2008

स्माल लिटिल पोएम

हर खुशी है लोगों के दमन में, पर एक हँसी के लिए वक्त नही।
दिन रात दौड़ती दुनिया में, जिंदगी के लिए ही वक्त नही।
माँ की लोरी का एहसास तो है, पर माँ को माँ कहने का वक्त नही।
सारे रिश्तों को तो हम मार चुके, अब उन्हें दफ़नाने का भी वक्त नही।
सारे नाम मोबाइल में हैं, पर दोस्ती के लए वक्त नही।
गैरों की क्या बात करें, जब अपनों के लिए ही वक्त नही।
आंखों में है नींद बड़ी, पर सोने का वक्त नही।
दिल है ग़मौं से भरा हुआ, पर रोने का भी वक्त नही।
पैसों की दौड़ में ऐसे दौडे, की थकने का भी वक्त नही।
पराये एहसासों की क्या कद्र करें, जब अपने सपनो के लिए ही वक्त नही।
तू ही बता ऐ जिंदगी, इस जिंदगी का क्या होगा, की हर पल मरने वालों को, जीने के लिए भी वक्त नही.......

happiness and sadness

i wonder why, i write only when i am brimming with emotions; either of sadness or happiness..
right now i am happy! happy because for the first time i achieved something ON MY OWN..no approaches, nothing! MY CV got accepted in Anand and Anand! I feel so elated...so..i don't even have words...
I never knew i could do anything on my own caliber... i had taken for granted, i would need help, help of my parents or my friends anyone but i couldn't believe i could do any such thing on my own...
Thank you, Anand & Anand....for giving me the confidence, a new high...something to be proud of..

Sana thinks that luck is nothing...you, your own self is everything..i strongly beg to differ.. i am lucky cz i have an amzing an supportive family. Often i look at a street kid and wonder what life that kid is leading...he would stare at other little kids with jealousy and awe, a kid being pampered n spoiled by his parents, little knowing that this very kid may not even feel any bit of emotion for these very parents or for that matter grow up, move away and leave those parents to rot in an old age home...

life is weird...

Thursday, June 19, 2008

some more baby pics






















aren't they adorable


THESE PICTURES ARE COURTESY SOME PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN KIND ENOUGH TO SHARE THESE WONDERFUL PICTURES WITH THE WORLD ON VARIOUS SITES, APOLOGIES FOR NOT GIVING DUE CREDIT TO THEM, BUT HAVE BEEN UNABLE TO FIND THE ORIGINAL PICTURE TAKERS.

babies

I have no clue what has gotten into me..and why do i have a sudden obsession with babies...i have collected so many pictures of little toddlers, that i have started loosing count..
I simply adore babies, for the simple reason that they are purely innocent, without any bad habits and without any prejudices and biases.They will gladly hop in your lap after initial apprehension, and won't care whether you are a Hindu or a Muslim or a servant or a rich man..
these little angels have an uncanny ability to make you forget your tensions and problems, the minute you see their smiling and innocent faces.
i wish to give birth...to bring out a new life from me..to be able to understand the joy or rather bliss of 'creating'...
Being a mother is the greatest joy for a woman and its really unfair that any woman should be deprived of this by nature...



Sunday, June 15, 2008

loved this



read this beautiful piece written by Sh Harivansh Rai Bachchan for his son, Sh Amitabh Bachchan....intelligent and witty...
Courtesy...Amitabh Bachchan 's Blog

Thursday, June 12, 2008

nostalgia

nostalgia prevails when i am supposed to be working! what timings!
came across few blogs and where one particular blogger was remembering her old times..and made me also think about my old lost memories tucked away somewhere..
i remembered one such incident where me, my sister and my two cousins wanted to do something adventurous.. (adventure then meant climbing gates and walls and jumping!) ..that was class 5..or perhaps 6..i vividly remember wearing my light pink shoes, that i simply loved...and all four of us climbing away to glory on the neighbour's wall to jump to the backside of the neighbour's house, which was nothing but a dumping ground or rather a junk yard..and our hidden 'adventures' to find a hidden treasure there (which was more often than not a rare coloured stone! ).. anyways back to that day...i remember coming back from the junkyard still on the wall trying hard not to step on the pieces of glass on stuck deliberately on the wall to ward off trespassers (read us!).. when i hear my aunt and uncle coming..we all panicked at the thought of being caught standing on neighbor's wall, that we rushed and amidst this a glass piece passed through my pretty pink shoe and pierced my foot..
anyone would have fainted at the sight of blood gushing out, but me..oh never! i was NOT a cry baby...very calmly (and i still wonder how on earth!) i managed to pull put that piece, jump from the wall, with my blood drops following me, and ran to the nearest washroom to wash my feet...without a single tear i managed to survive a bloody incident and happily resumed our activities!