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"I Can't Bargain When Its YOU!" :) :) :)

I was thinking about you,

In the corner of my heart,

There is a place so attached with you,

That I fear none can take it apart,

I doubt, I doubt on you,

Such a wonder in my life,

You came one day brushing like a wind,

I thought it was just a day’s start,

But hey! I was wrong, I was so wrong for you,

You are still here with me,

To make me wonder, you are my lucky card,

I wake up in the morning to feel your view,

I hope, I hope you never depart.

When I look to you,

You give me scintillating effect,

Running through my mind,

You always with your cue; infect,

You capture all my veins,

You make me go insane,

Without saying a single word,

You make me feel connect,

You say you do nothing,

You say you have done nothing,

But its only you who make me contend,

The vastness of sky can’t decide,

The words in the universe will fly,

It is more than my heartbeat’s total,

You ask what you mean to me,

It’s not me but the word “eternal”.

It’s me who feel so complete with you,

Like the life does exist only with you,

Your simple gestures are magical to me,

In this lost world, you are the destiny to me,

For anything I loose,

You are my bribe,

You make my day; you light my nights,

Like a blind who does not know colors,

For me as rainbow you always shine,

You are up above the world,

You are more than the word,

I was so barren, so barren without you,

That you came and I made my world with you,

You make me feel proud,

When you make me alive,

You make me feel I am all live,

I feel I am on ninth cloud,

I wasn’t, I wasn’t so good till then,

You came and let me know the same,

I owe a lot, a lot to you,

For me, you are my essence,

I can’t bargain when it’s for you,

My life breaths and I just stay here only for you!

"Meeting Those 7 Platinum Words !"

Whenever I find key to success some idiot change the lock.Hain na? The same old answer to all the newer failures of our life. We have extended a special courtesy to the failure but never to success because the road to success is too long and the dim light on the highway of success frequently take off our eyes from the focus of success. Searching to the most searched thing in the world- Success, never ends. What ends is the spirit to search it in the right place with right kind of endeavor with right attitude and never ending determination and the confidence. What really is necessary in whole of the process is the person's unshakable trust on himself which can lead his way to the highest mountain tip, only if REALLY wants to. Different people crave for different TYPE of success and so carving according to that is utmost importance.

I remember a story where a man was searching something under a glowing street light at night and a gentleman approached him with a baffled looks. He said,"Friend, I am observing you since long, have you lost something?" The man looked up and quickly said with a sign of worry," Yes I have lost something and I am searching for it. That gentleman was courteous enough to join him. After around an hour's hunting when nothing was found, the gentleman with a sad look on his face told him,"Sorry brother we couldn't find your thing. But what was that?" The goof replied,"It was my coin that I lost THERE." He pointed to a dark place nearby. Now that gentleman angry and shocked yelled at him,"If it was lost there then why on this earth are you searching it here?''.That person with an irritating grin replied, which would make us all to beat our forehead. He said,"Come on, It's so darkness there, how you want me to search my coin there, here there is light so I came here!" ROFL.

Success comes to those who are too busy looking for it(of course at the right place ;). So friends thats what is the story of many of us. We certainly forget to search our so called success at the right place. Some has to be cued to make them aware of it and some get too lost to get back to the right starting point. And some just strip away from the middle of path when they see so much of darkness ahead. There is no surety of success every time but then no surety of failure as well. So why take it granted. Get Set Go.

Well someone can argue that its all bullshit and there is nothing like this. It's all in the destiny and success happen to those who are already destined irrespective of their toiling the hardest way. For them well yes, you can say that but how do you know that he was destined and you not? If you are so sure of his success then why not yours?, that too when all the ball'S' are in your court. There are always adage attached to someone's success and we convince so sweetly to ourselves about our failure in the name of "fate". Why should you succumb yourself and your trust before you have played all the games and run in all major or minor races of life. This is your life and it's you who will define the pros and cons. Self evaluation is important than anyone poking nose and pulling you down the ladder.

The more you fear the more you get close to the failure. There is always another time but just because we have been deceived by life once, twice or thrice we deplore our own actions. It's because others say that we can't do or laugh at us, we impeccably believe them and succumb. We trust others so much that we forget that we are NOT others. We allow them to decide for us so they do. If you fight for the moon you may reach somewhere amongst stars, right?. The tryst with success is absolutely weird. It doesn't happen with prior appointments, it's like meeting a stranger at a very strange time and strange moment. For someone as old as one of my aunt(45 years) passing 10th board is a success and for someone as big as Ratan Tata making a Nano is a success, different parameters and different aims. It's you who has to set your priorities, define your way and don't let fear rule your head. But one thing, there is something what I term it as"Negative Success"(success for one, the disaster for all) that harms the human race, society and whole civilization and that certainly in any way I wouldn't stamp it as success.

The success comes in bits and pieces but we are so buried under our "that" big target that we forget that it's a big picture puzzle that would give the perfect picturesque when all the bits and pieces are put together But Alas! in this hurly burly we forget to keep those pieces which we mourn afterwards. :) Success is still that old ABC - Ability,Break and Courage. It's not so easy but is it too hard when you have been given all the raw material ditto as given to others by the Almighty. You have it in you. Discover it sooner or later and see how beautiful the journey on the express highway to success becomes. Drive carefully but passionately with your conscience, enjoy the journey, have breaks for good and you will hit it for sure, somewhere amongst the stars! :)

The Hidden Darkness Of Shinning India.

If I may ask a simple question: Define an Indian? Then I am damn sure that there would be many people who will raise their eyes, make wired faces and than move their mouse to search for my name before going through the page.

What a stupid question? Isn’t it? Even an idiot, living in India can provide a very well defined answer. Agreed! But I would still stick to it. Ok, let me modify it a little for your convenience. Who is a true Indian like-Define?

Come on! We have our answers readily available; perhaps it has been cooked, garnished and preserved like a heirloom. In addition, to keep it fresh we get to revise it frequently from time to time, on 15^th August, 26^th January or 2^nd October.

P.S- The rule of showing patriotism or acting like a true Indian hold true only across border or at the time of any foreign particle /person /entity attack. “For the residents of India” the rule is void.

We, the 120 crores “janta” living in 28 states, 7 union territories,606 districts, speaking approximate 400 languages following 6 major religions with a few sub religion reside in India but do not strictly live for India. Janta know this, unfortunately. YES.

So, Janta do we still count on our pride as an Indian (NRI’s excluded) when we keep on reminding ourselves as an enemy in disguise to our country’s growth, in short to our own growth. I don’t at least.

More than that, I want to vociferate on handful of anti – Indians who call themselves the vanguard of the India’s eroding culture and have taken the sole responsibility of protecting it. How? By vandalizing the property and terrorizing the poor crowd. Also I am Amazed at their own they manufacture the definition of “being INDIAN”. According to this new brand of moral police the people who celebrate Valentine’s Day, or enjoy music at discotheques are equated to be Anti – INDIANS, well well its so rubbish, isn’t it. I along with many friends have celebrated Valentine’s Day or have been to pub and had couple of drinks, but I can proudly say we are more of INDIAN by heart than this moral police brigade. Their Favourite target- the vulnerable women who are dragged, stabbed, beaten, and abused both physically and verbally publicly for being characterless (according to their stupid double standards) and not following the code of conduct. WTF. Who gave them the right to satisfy their umbrage? Who gave them right in democratic country to decide how people will enjoy (that too harmlessly). Why are they too plucky to create chaos fearlessly? Whereas these so called followers of Lord Ram and Lord Shiva can audaciously stand in middle of road with their desi tharra with tilak and danda; eve teasing. Do we question? No. Instead, we set our eyes enjoying the live video footage of such nonsense harrowing incidents with utmost interest. OUR friend, media in return twist and turn it in their most serious and rigorous form, raise its temperature to boiling point, sensationalize it then leave it at the midst in the light of fresher hot news. After all TRP counts! Remember it makes us fool because it shows only what it wants to show, the truth still untouched the reality buried.

We keep on fighting petty grotesque battles with our own compatriots just for the sake of creating a gang of pseudo supporters for our selfish motive. Do we really gain anything except a bit of the ephemeral psychological win? Check your own conscience and the answer is “A big NO”. Right? On contrary, we have been paying hefty price regardless of the fact that by this we fell on our face and start the miles long journey again from the scratch. Nevertheless, we are too adamant to accept the truth. YOU win or I win its WE who loose together – Always. Let it be in name of religion, region, culture, or language. The bloodstain is everywhere. Mother India, are you crying? Who cares! Let me remind you that the bloodshed on the warfront is only justified when the ties across the country are strong and the people belong to the country and not to bits and parts. All heart tune to just one beat- INDIA.

I am sadly sad to say this but if India with all diversities in religion(cricket-mini religion), language, culture, sub culture, caste, sub caste, creed, region, colour (everything of which we proudly brag around in a foreign country) is mixed and made into a cocktail, I am sure the drink would not give any good or sweet but ONLY a bitter taste with no fragrance of “Incredible India”. Pardon me but that is truly true and I am obviously angry on it. We voluntarily bow to another country’s commandments the day we step at the airport but totally delete that sense when we are back. There, we don’t even cough without covering our mouth and HERE we throw a sack full of rotten garbage right in the middle of road. If questioned the absurd answer is same everywhere. “ Pahle se ganda hi hai, tumhe problem hai to tumhi saaf kardo”. There, we pay all taxes fully much before the deadline but here we prepare strategies to save OUR money (sorry hard earned). Dare we break or question them but HERE we are ready with our arguments because we have almost forgotten that we live in a country, we have forgotten the essence of word-OUR. We are ready to “embrace” a new different system but “embarrass” our own. We are proud Indians but only outside our country! Give me one genuine reason why should not I be sad at this and I would succumb.

Get up in the morning and start the day with one or other disheartening issues, which flames the angrier side of me. Be it the rout at gruesome accident stopped for a refreshment break and vamoose for the routine. Be it the murder of senior citizen where no neighbour came for timely help because they were too busy to hear the old couple’s plea. Be it a mendicant small kid at the traffic signal, looking at whose pitiable condition we silently say,”kash main kuch kar pata,” only to forget the next moment. And this holds true for all, be it “chotu” by whose hand all WE revolutionist class of people receive OUR morning tea OR let it be the rowdy behaviour with the women by so called educated professional males in the workplace, If anyone complaint’s even the police say, “who ask you to go and work at night!” Damn. We worship matarani with full gusto but while looking at women we have an evil eye. The newspaper is flowing with shameful rapes, fawning female foeticide, pathetic sex ratio, surprising student’s suicide, miserable child labor, doleful dowry cases and irritating minor girls trafficking. We have not even spared holy Ganges and have literally converted it into a big garbage can and then we dip into it shamelessly asking her forgiveness for our sin. Will she? We are helpless (we strongly feel so) and as usual we are ready with our answer, “saala pura system hi kharab hai, sab ek jaise.” However, we forget we are very much a part of the system and we need to do our share of chores. Do we even heed to our duties, 1%? – No. Have we questioned our self?-NEVER.

Leave the above “reality shows” and there is something that is creating its fear virtually but effectively, the ridiculous menace of social websites. Insane but a good way out to vomit your frustration of rejection or avenge the insult. Psychotics have found the easiest way to flaunt their dangerous ability to harass (punish according to them) and “repay” the person from “friends list” or general strangers to revenge the insult that should be ignored and forgotten. Just because it does not require much effort, these people reach at a click away and skedaddle is too easy until found, complaint and looked upon. Women and children are the favourite sensitive ones who are bullied largely; the obnoxious treatment is on rise and we are in illusion, “come on its for OTHERS will not affect US.”. Now can I rename it as Anti Social Website? Why not?. The hypocrites who shy away from talking about sex in public in name of “Bharatiya sanskriti & saram haya” shun all shames in the dark showing their brutal side. F*** Where does he sell off his conscience when ferociously post the photo shopped obscure pictures or make the MMS clip which in turn is shared by half the city religiously. Why can’t others complain and boycott such malicious deed. If demand cease so does the supply. However, why should they? Because its not our sister, mother, wife. We forgot that disrespect to one is disrespect to all. Still go on killing the women’s dignity, drilling her emotionally, and psychologically. Tell me are we not responsible? Think.

So, is there any field where we are no.1 Yes here it is. In June 2006 in the survey of “The Polite Countries of the world”, we (Mumbai) bagged the award for being the No. 1 but only from the last! Phew! At least here, the rank matters. Let it be tourists, elderly person, vendor, autowallah, or anyone other than we know, are all our enemies. We feel anyone who approaches us with an innocuous question is a die-hard criminal and if we talk politely for few milliseconds, it would directly divide our dignity to half. We are too skeptical. We break traffic rules and argue with the dutiful cops. We try to negotiate, unfortunately, we get it too. Then how on this earth have we any rights to blame anyone but “WE” for corruption. We happily pass this and many more crookedness to our kids too, creating a clone of ourselves that we aggressively wish them to follow. Alas!

Well, The “Sone ki Chidiya(The Golden Bird) is now “The Sleeping bird”. We have drugged her and made her kumbhkaran. It’s High time to get rid of the attitude of, “Sab chalta hai” and come in sense of Pro country, pro people and pro progress.

We-the people are the backbone. We have the full right to question our “servants & representatives” and not to get rid off with our sleeping minds. Can’t we just be The People of republic India and follow the religion “India” first? Do not forget “By the People”. Take one card out from middle of the pile of cards and everything fall to dead. Exactly! In that sense each one of us are that one card. We are not powerful until you use power within us. The fire in us can burn nothing, not even our passion until we use it. I we believe: We have the sense; we are not just mindless big crowd; we are not the lost world, BUT we are the biggest democracy. And then just one more thing is required (I am not telling to go on warfront) and that us the guts to say “No”, say NO to the bribery, corruption, immorality, unethical, injustice, and above all to our beastly greed. Be very much a part of system, instead of choking the line at the basic, push it for the better, and condemn the wrongdoing and doers. Why wait to “wake up” until it directly affects us then to end that virus at the budding stage. Don’t adumbrate, evoke and elicit for a new beginning. In the land of Gandhi, Ram, Krishna, Buddha and Mahaveer, none taught us to suppress our conscience instead; they taught us the way to renaissance. Right! For us the path is far easier if we ourselves put into the small action. After all, it’s drop by drop the whole sea is filled. We are the drop and the beautiful tomorrow is impeccably in our own hands. And lastly we need to pledge to not be the herd directed by someone, Not let few lunatics define us and our Being INDIAN. Lets we be a Proud INDIA and importantly lets give our motherland “INDIA” a chance to feel proud because of us, We young passionate and patriotic PROUD INDIANS.

Jaago India Jaago

By Nisha Yadav, Under the guidance of Jemin Panchal.

"Every Time I Hold YOU Close !"

Every time I hold you close,

I feel the flowers bloom,

The nights just wash away at my feet,

When they see you lead,

I breath the air to get you more,

I crave for the moment to let you adore,

Deep black eyes with which you look at me,

Make me travel in the brights to see,

In your presence my mind stops,

Just to go on looking is all what I want,

To say a single word I think of millions,

Then too its just silence that takes on,

To kiss your forehead I want to be close,

To hug you for a while I want to rose,

The day when comes, come with your smile,

To feel thy I make my eye walk a mile,

In the sunray, I see your wishes,

In the bed sheet, I see your creases,

Though you leave me in my dreams itself,

I fight it to keep live to myself,

The first kiss has its aroma till date,

The first walk has its own marks,

I want to; I want to hide in you,

I want to; I want to lie with you,

In the wide valleys and on mountains tip,

In the forest lone with you in the thick,

I want to be with you as much as I can,

To die in your lap and shred,

With your pure tears as my shed !

"Parinda "---(Aman Ki Asha)

Ek parinda dekha hai maine,

Asmaan ki sej par ghar banate dekha hai maine,

Pankh lagakar wo apni khwaishon ko,

Udte hue kai kai baar dekha hai maine,

Koi sarhad unski mohtaj nahi,

Khulkar saans lete dekha hai meine,

Puche bina paar kiye usne har ghar ki deewar ko,

Pure asmaan par raaj karte dekha hai maine,

Aaj yaha to kal wahan magan apni duniya me,

Hamesha mushkurate hue dekha hai maine,

Garv se gungunate hue gaate sarsarate hue,

Apni hi dhup me nahate dekha hai maine,

haskar talte hue apne zakhmo ko,

Nanhe paankho ko pasarte hue dekha hai maine,

Akansha nahi koi aur bas ghumte rehna hai usko,

Yunhi chaav se bhatakne ki chah ko ,

Ankho me uske panapte ehsaas ko dekha hai maine,

Khul-e-aam apni awaaz sunate hue,

Idhar udhar apni raah banate dekha hai maine,

Wo nahi jane dastoor kitne hain iss duniya ke,

Bas nanhi zindagi apni hi dhoom me jeete hue dekha hai maine.

Baithkar socha bahut hai....

Aaj baith kar yeh socha bahut hai,

Mil gaya rahon me tu mujhe kaise,

Yeh tajjub bahut hai,

Meri viraniyan thi mere sath tab tak,

Aab tere saaye ki chaon bahut hai,

Mili thi kabhi mujhe rahon me,

Yeh takdir thoda kaanton me bishari huin,

Par shayad mere naseeb ka palda bhari bahut hai,

Hum kaise rehte the aab jakar malum hua hai,

meri kayaamt me tere katre ka alam bahut hai,

Apne diye gaye kuch saal tujh par mein vaar dun,

Par lagat hai jeene ko abhi baki bahut hai,

Meri mannat hai hai ki utna hi waqt chahiye mujhe,

Ki sama jaun teri ruh mei,

Malum hai ki karz tera mujhpar saat janamo ka bahut hai.

To love you in the glass house!!!

To love you in the glass house in the morning,

That makes you smile unto the evening,

The only cover has to be you and me,

And the raining water from the sky to be,

To shower the blessings in the form of roses,

The heavens envy as much as I could love you,

In the name of breathe to breath through you,

In the late sunshine I may make you all new,

To make you feel the desire even come true,

In the glass house in the raindrop, I want to love you…

The pretty whistling of the trees giggling with us there,

To feel the veins and dance almost make us shower,

No one around till the dawn of the day,

But only the beauty of the hue of the ray,

When we walk hand in hand in the deserted ways,

The crisp leaves make the sound as amaze,

Turning to the dewdrops can see a colour of mine,

I never knew such that world could be so divine,

On the beach, the sand shines as we make the castle,

The whole night goes other way as in each other we meddle.

The Nurture's Big Shoot..

We are India. We are the people. We are the proud owner of the rich heritage and rich natural resources. We boost joint family and condemn nuclear. we are proud parents for our cultured and intelligent next generation. We are the one who brag about Ayurveda ( now the fashion). But on other side we are the silent killer of our gen next! Aren't we?

I am not going for any technical assessment but yes what I know is that the figure depressing 46% has been the same for last 7 years unchanged for the number of malnourished children in India. If it has improved miraculously its our feat. Thousands of children die every year due to pneumonia and Diarrhoea, and we know its government who has to tight the belt to fight it by providing portable water and hygienic condition. But aren't we capricious? Yes we are and ten out of ten to the parents who emphasis on the balanced development of their children from all the corner.

Let me talk straight about the 'sweet' word lifestyle, its a metaphor for silent killing at least for our young generation. I blame it simply on the parents and the way parenting (bad)is carried out. Be it urban kids or rural it doesn't make much difference.Why? Why not? With such an alarming increase in rate of the obesity which has increased by 12% in just two years. Is this FEAT making us more proud. NO. Obesity alone is the promoter for diabetes and hypertension and thus making life a bitter quarrel with our own body. So tell me can India shine with its major young populace obese and diseased whom we are preparing for the future and would like to take charge of our country?

It upsets to see what we are feeding to our kids uncontrollably with no nutrition value but just the taste and less time. With fast world we are moving fast. Fast food, modern set up, quick grabbing,ravenous manners, frozen packaged food are all our enemies in disguise. Pizza,burgers, Frankie,colas no doubt we can have it but the problem arise when we ignore and forget to burn those EXTRA calories intake and that saturated fats,sugar and carbohydrates remain inside playing dirty big game for us. Why follow any other country's diet blindly, don't we have sense to learn that dietary habit of any country remains attached to many factors. But we are opportunistic how can we leave the chance to show off our megalomaniac attitude. Blame it or leave it but truth remains the same.

We are already winner in diabetes with 30 million people under its trap now will we be satisfied by penalizing our kids too? 29% of Urban kids are obese who takes the responsibility? Parents teachers,technology OR lifestyle?I count all of them. The hoodoo is multiplying as bacteria and we are sitting in our comforts thinking,"it will not affect us."Instead parents take pride saying,"aab nahi khayega to kab,baccha hi to hai." Aren't we paying heavily for idyllic charm of the lifestyle(error).

I have never understood why we want our children to be the slave of the daunting technology sedentary lifestyle, blind forced competition, feckless parents and the dying love for the physical efforts. Mostly kids are either seen busy with their play station,video games as a PART of refreshment with the big bowl full of fried French fries,cola or they are seen shuffling from one class to another in chauffeur driven car. Thanks to the hectic schedule of parents who have no time to nag with the querulous adamant kids to get the right thing done. They got easier way to finish off the matter." If you do this you will get this." Haven't we also heard this famous line somewhere. Easy way invented by parents. Big Deal.

Some parents even go to the extent of comparing themselves and their small kids in the way of thinking. Does that 40 year you have slogged will be compressed and get into head of 5 year old kid! he is himself not you. Parent are egoistical who want kids to study to boast their status. Just because his colleague's son is so n so he wants his kid also to do same thing same way. No difference agreed. Subconsciously its we who loose which we realize only when its too late to mend. God save such parents.

Parents always want to pass on their responsibility in terms of expectation to their kids because they are parents they have right to rule them in every possible manner. They become such a good jockey to run the horse in a specific direction, unfortunately they become quite successful too. At the end of the day the child is too exhausted that he doesn't have energy to do anything he LIKES. So in this whole process of nurturing parents become killer of their own children's happiness, loosen the confidence, shatter his dreams before they have even seen the light of the day. Children loose interest in the humdrum of the tight routine and so loose the enjoyment of growing up. All they care about the academics and ranks(only first 3 ranks,other is a shame) in myriad exams. They are victim of the so called good modern parenting. Spare them they will know how to do what and when. Trust your yourself. Don't you trust your own nurturing?;) but nurture for better healthy kids not the robotics mechanical ones on which you have command.

Healthy mind resides in healthy body,don't forget. Vittles is the vital after all humans exist to eat":) Nothing is permanent except change but that should be for good. Good food, healthy habits are essential and who will inculcate it ? of course parents take the responsibility instead of taunting the kid after you are satisfied with your expectation. There is never a right time you start and it becomes right(at least now for this thing).

Mike, the Headless Chicken

Mike was a special chicken. So special that each year the residents of Fruita, Colo., come together to remember him. They memorialize him with a car show, a chicken-dance contest, games (like "Pin the head on the chicken"), a 5-km race ("Run like a headless chicken") and, of course, many delicious chicken dishes. So what made this clucker worthy of such a celebration? He lived for 18 months without a head.

On Sept. 10, 1945, Lloyd Olsen, a Fruita farmer, went out to prepare a chicken for the family dinner. He spied a plump 5½-month-old rooster named Mike and chopped off his head. But Mike didn't seem to mind. In fact, he went back to his normal chicken responsibilities, attempting to preen his feathers and peck for food. When Olsen found Mike still alive the next morning, with his "head" (er, stump) tucked under his wing, he decided it was a miracle and began to feed Mike grain and water with an eyedropper to keep him alive. After all, if Mike had that much will to live, who was Olsen to stop him? A week later, Olsen drove his newly headless friend to the University of Utah to figure out what the heck happened. Turns out Olsen's ax had missed the jugular vein, and a blood clot prevented the bird from bleeding to death. Most of his brain stem was intact, which allowed him to live a relatively normal — albeit headless — life.

Courtesy -TIMES

In the prison of my breath.

Well...As a thumb rule, always a story starts with an introduction to the main characters,the thespians and even I thought to do so and almost dashed the few words later dropping the idea like a hat. Alas!I would not like to do. Rather would leave up to "YOU" to define her in any and many ways you want by simply closing your eyes and feeling her to the eternity. After all I trust your imagination more than my actual substance.

She is beautiful, charming, garrulous, adventurous, goof,angry,bold but never brazen and her one smile can wash away all your worries. A young new era's WOMAN who doesn't like, almost hate it when anyone even dare to take charge of her OR her life.

She smiles when the sun rays touch her face or the breeze that make her hair go haywire. She feels the best when she is herself. She touch life with her breaths every time she makes someone happy. She is one of the faces you would find sophisticated and unapproachable yet so called a girl next door. She wants to feel important, always on the top of anyone's priority list For sure she is no Bollywood heroine and I am not talking about the larger than life character but absolutely existing true one!

Nevertheless she is a face of young ladies on the run today,the true illustration of the patience and the epitome of the generosity but not all the time. She is bind to make mistakes,get jealous, scandalize the tiniest event, and needs to maintains her vainglorious nature at the top but silently. Feeling that it will boost her existence for better only to mess up everything on her card(what I would call as a war against life). In the prison of the breath she discovers much more things lying on her way other than "her friend in deed" who had been her Samaritan till then, but now her parents, fiancé, fiancé's sister and mother in law eventually becomes the center of world. What to do? she needs to choose only one! Mugwump she becomes. Where should she head and most important with whom?

I always dreamed of someone like you,

But never felt that it can be true,

The world is so crowded that I may miss you,

May be sometimesi wud have walked by you,

I used to think and think for hours together,

The more I thought the more I cried and wither,

Sometime I was firm that one day I will be with you,

Holding a imagined hand and dancing with you,

When I used to look at other,

In the corner of my home I used to shatter,

I wondered does something like love exist,

And with the time I became whist,

I felt I was going in sane,

I chuckled and tried to be in regain,

I always kept my arms open,

And made myself ready that it can happen,

In my heart I had the hope,

That for sure someone for me is made,

Till One blessed day I met u my sunshine,

I knew Its you with out whom it has been hard all time,

You are the one I love to depend,

I am sure now things will mend,

I feel contend just only when I look at you,

My sadness vanishes and breeze flow with you,

All I want is just your palpable love worth to breath,

And here I have one thing that’s all my life to give….

The day I remember is saved in my heart,

With my beats it always go on,

I cherish all those love you showered on me,

We walked together making marks of our feet,

We could see at the back they meet,

The sand at the beach denied being quiet,

There was so much of silent that night,

When we both were staring the darks,

Sometimes taking glimpse that made a spark,

The chilly wind was making me so nervous at a time,

You looked as if stealing your heart was a crime.

There was so much to say and long walk to cover,

I could hear you something murmur,

You had practiced so much to speak your heart,

But that was too sweet still you forgot that all,

It felt your heart just vanished in the sky,

As our eyes meet stared and blinks deny,

The time ran as quickly as it could disappear,

As if it was teasing us for our shyness to come near,

I turned crimson when your lips moved a bit,

In those millisecond thousands of dreams I knit,

Just as you dared to hold my hand,

It was longed moment but time to part,

Oh! There I wished time could take a little reverse,

And we could say all that we both had rehearse….

To whisper sometimes onto shore,

To let the passion adore,

In the jingling dark of the evening,

Come close and listen the sound so sizzling,

Let the moon silently look at our face,

This delights the all longed wish,

Fancies set all the feelings,

Ride in the aroma of flowers blooming,

You have the right to get into my heart,

I just want you, please dont go apart,

There is something the love can do,

The legs tap on music to woo,

Eyes as hypnotized just to look on you,

The breath so pure and out of blue,

The lovely crease of the tenderness turns,

The smile that always run,

Through my veins there is always agony,

In your arms, it’s always so cozy,

I don’t want the time to walk by my side,

want the charming desire to ride,

Come let me hold you and forget,

Keep the world behind and watch the sunset.

Be with me and walk far across,

I want today all the desire to toss…