The Secret to a Happy Married Life

Once I was asked by my Friend, "What is the secret behind your happy married life?"

I said, "You should share responsibilities with due love and
Respect each other. Then absolutely there will be no problems."

He asked, "Can you explain?"

I said, "In my house, I take decisions on bigger issues where as my wife decides on smaller issues. We do not interfere in each other's decisions."

Still not convinced, Friend asked me "Give me some examples"

I said," Smaller issues like, which car we should buy, how much amount to save, when to visit home town, which Sofa, air conditioner, refrigerator , monthly expenses, whether to keep a maid or not etc are decided by my wife. I just agree to it"

He asked, "Then what is your role?"

I said," My decisions are only for very big issues. Like whether America should attack Iran, whether Britain should lift sanction over Zimbabwe, whether to widen African economy, whether Sachin Tendulkar should retire, etc etc and Do you know one thing,

My wife NEVER, EVER objects to any of these"

Wrong Number...!!!!

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 h im 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 ne ver 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 -26538887"

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

Hospital Windows (Good Story ..)

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it forhimself.

He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

tanhaiii

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ek pal ka ehsaas bankar aatey ho tum,
dusrey pal khushboo ban kar ud jaate ho tum,
jaantey ho tanhaiyon se darr lagta hai humein..
phir bhi humein tanha chod jaate ho tum..
---Tanha Dil

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Darr

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Gunaah karke sazaa se darte hai,
Zeher peekar dawaa se darte hai..
Dushmano se sitam ka khouf nahi..
hum to doston ki vafaa se darte hain

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NON-VIOLENT PARENTING: An episode in reverse psychology

Dr. Arun Gandhi, grandson of Mahatma Gandhi and founder of the M.K.Gandhi
Institute for Non-violence, in his June 9 lecture at the University of Puerto Rico,
shared the following story as an example of"non-violence in parenting":
"I was 16 years old and living with my parents at the institute my grandfather
had founded 18 miles outside of Durban, South Africa, in the middle of the sugar
plantations. We were deep in the country and had no neighbors, so my two sisters
and I would always look forward to going to town to visit friends or go to the movies.
One day, my father asked me to drive him to town for an all-day conference, and I
jumped at the chance. Since I was going to town, my mother gave me a list of groceries
she needed and, since I had all day in town, my father ask me to take care of several
pending chores, such as getting the car serviced. When I dropped my father off that
morning, he said, 'I will meet you here at 5:00 p.m., and we will go home together.'
After hurriedly completing my chores, I went straight to the nearest movie theatre.
I got so engrossed in a John Wayne double-feature that I forgot the time. It was 5:30
before I remembered. By the time I ran to the garage and got the car and hurried to
where my father was waiting for me, it was almost 6:00.
He anxiously asked me, 'Why were you late?' I was so ashamed of telling him I was
watching a John Wayne western movie that I said, 'The car wasn't ready, so I had to
wait,' not realizing that he had already called the garage. When he caught me in the lie,
he said: 'There's something wrong in the way I brought you up that didn't give you the confidence to tell me the truth. In order to figure out where I went wrong with you,
I'm going to walk home 18 miles and think about it.'
So, dressed in his suit and dress shoes, he began to walk home in the dark on mostly
unpaved, unlit roads. I couldn't leave him, so for five-and-a-half hours I drove behind
him, watching my father go through this agony for a stupid lie that I uttered.
I decided then and there that I was never going to lie again. I often think about that
episode and wonder, if he had punished me the way we punish our children, whether
I would have learned a lesson at all. I don't think so. I would have suffered the
punishment and gone on doing the same thing. But this single non-violent action was
so powerful that it is still as if it happened yesterday. That is the power of non-violence."

Kahaani may TWIST..............

One day a man was having a conversation with god when his whole lifeflashed before
his eyes as a series of footsteps on the sands of time. Hesaw that there were two pairs
of footprints, but during the most difficultperiods of his life there were only one set of
footprints. He asked god"You said you will be with me throughout this journey, but why
have youdeserted me during the most critical times of my life??" to which god answered
"Son, I did not desert you, I was always with you...you see onlyone set of footprints
because during those difficult times in your life, I was carrying you"




THIS MUST BE KNOWN TO U...............






NOW CHECK THIS OUT............






Another day a Engineer was having a similar conversation with his PMwhen his whole
project flashed before his eyes as a series of footsteps onthe sands of time. He saw that
there were two pairs of footprints, butduring the most difficult times in the project there
were only one set offootprints. He asked his PM "You said you will be with me throughout theproject, but why have you deserted me during the most critical times oftheproject??"
to which the PM answered "Son, I did not desert you, I wasalways with you...you see only
one set of footprints because during thosedifficult times, I was sitting on your head!!"

Tanha

Ye dil aaj itna tanha kyun hai
kisi ko chah kar bhi akala kyun hai
shayad unko es chahat ka ehsas nahi
mere dil ke dariya ki unhe pyaas nahi
koi kisi ko pyaar mein majboor nahi kar sakta
pyaar ka ehsaas, dard to toota dil hi samajh sakta hain
duniya mein hamesha dil kyun toot te hain
pyaar karne wale aapas mein kyun roothte hain
roothe huin log ek doosre ko kyun tadpate hain
chooti si zindagi mein kyun rulate hain

Es tanha zindagi mein jab bhi koi saathi aata hain
kuch pal ke liye zindagi ho jaati hain haseen
un sapno, khawabo mein ho jaata hun main leen
kintu yeh khawab kuch pal ke mehmaan hote hain
pehle koore khwabo ko rangeen sapno se saajate hain
phir unhi khawabo ko sheeshe ki tarah tod jaata hain
kab tak aisi zindagi jeeta rahonga mai
unhi toote hua khawabo ko seeta rahonga mai
jabki mere dil ko yeh yakeen hain wo khawab nahi the mere
jisme sajaye the maine wo sapne sunahare

---Tanha Dil

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COMIC Characters

NASA interview

NASA was interviewing professionals to be sent to Mars.Only one person could go,
and he will not return to Earth.
The first applicant, an American engineer, was asked how much he wanted to be
paid for going. "A million dollars", he answered, "because I wish to donate it to M.I.T."
The next applicant, a Russian doctor, was asked the same question. He asked for
two million dollars. "I wish to give a million to my family, he explained, "and leave
the other million for the advancement of medical research."
The last applicant was a Indian politician When asked how much money he wanted,
he whispered in the interviewer's ear, "Three million dollars." "Why so much more
than the others?" the interviewer asked. The Indian Politician replied, $1 million is
for you, I'll keep $1 million,and we'll give the American engineer $1million and send
him to Mars"....

A scientist joke

Once all the scientists die and go to heaven.......
They decide to play hide-n-seek.........
Unfortunately Einstein is the one who has the den...
He is supposed to count upto 100...and then start searching.....
Everyone starts hiding except Newton.........
Newton just draws a square of 1 meter and stands in it right in front of Einstein...........
Einstein's counting......97,98,99.....100........
He opens his eyes and finds Newton standing in front........
Einstein says "newton's out..newton's....out.....
"Newton denies and says i am not out........
He claims that he is not Newton......
All the scientists come out to see how he proves that he is not Newton..........
Newton says "I am standing in a square of area 1m squared.....
That makes me Newton per meter squared......
since one Newton per meter squared is one Pascal,I'm Pascal, Therefore Pascal is OUT !!!!!!!!"

Sardarji Again............

Santa Singh decided to start a chicken farm so he bought a hundred chickens to begin with.A month later he returned to the dealer for another hundred chickensbecauseall of the first lot had died. A month later he was back at the dealer for another hundred chickensfor thesecond lot had also died.'But I think I know where I'm going wrong,' said Santa, 'I think I'mplanting them too deep.

Balle Balle ........


Sardarji bought a brand new Maruti and decided to drive down fromAmritsar,where
he lived, to Jalandar to meet his friend. He reached there in a fewhours. After spending
a few days there, he decided to return, andcalled uphis mother to expect him in the
evening. But he didn't reach in theeveningand not the next day either. When he finally
reached home on the third day,his distraught mother ran and asked him " Arre Puttar,
ki hoya?"(What Happened, My Son?)The Sardarji got out, obviously very tired from
a long journey, andsaid,"Oy, ye Marutti wale pagal hain, agge jaane waaste chaar gear banaate hain,aur pichche jaane waaste sirf ik?" (These Maruti Car people arecrazy! Theyhave four gears for going forward, but only one for going back!)

Balle Balle ..........

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