MY__LOVE__STORY

                      
                  !!**My_Tragic_Love_Story**!!

"Doctor plz kisi bhi tarah , kuch bhi karke use bacha lo."
"Hum poori koshish kar rahe hain, aap plz shant rahiye, Condition bahut critical hai. Patience rakhiye plz".

Aur dheere dheere jaise hi uski dhadkanein dheemi hoti ja rahi thi mujhe har wo lamha yad aa raha tha jo uske sath juda tha...

        College life ka pehla din. Bahut Excitement aur thoda darr bhi lag raha tha, ragging ka. Khud ko independent mehsoos kar raha tha. No uniform , koi timings ki restrictions nahi, ek alag hi duniya mei aa gya tha. Charon taraf fresh chehre the. Class shuru hui aur kaafi achha laga, ye schools ki classes se thodi different thi. But abhi abhi school se nikle the to kaafi hadd tak discipline hamare sath tha aur hum college classes ko bhi school classes ki tarah hi seriously lete the.. Fir jaise jaise din guzre hum puri tarah college students ban chuke the, no discipline, no classes, regular bunks, mauj masti, daily parties.. Class mein ek chehra tha jo hamesha mujhe apni aur kheenchta tha. Kabhi baat nahi ki thi ya kaha jaye kabhi mauka hi nahi mila kuch baat karne ka. Par fir ek din dil ne suggestion di " ki bhaiya mauke milte nahi, banaye jate hain". To chal diye ek din notes ka bahana bnakr uske paas " Excuse me, Hii, actually i was absent yesterday , kal jo economics ka lecture laga tha uske notes chahiye the". "Wo abhi to mere paas nahi hain, main kal la dungi", she replied. "OK, thanx", aur main chal diya.
                                    "KAVYA", jitna khoobsurat naam tha usse kain zyada khoobsurat thi wo". Lagta jaise aasmaan se pari uter kar is zameen par aa gyi ho. Uska chehra taazi kali ke samaan khila khila sa rehta. Uski aankhen aisi thi mano kuch na keh kr bhi sab kuch keh jati . Uske komal laal, phulon se nazuk hothon par jab hansi aati to aisa lagta jaise zindagi muskura rahi ho. Wo jab chalti to hawayein chalti thin, wo jab rukti to mano waqt thm sa jata. Uske kaale lambe baal aise lagte jaise baadlon pr kaali ghatayein chha gyi hon aur barasne ko tayyar hon. Uski har ada mein ek masti thi. Wo hoti to lagta jaise sab kuch hai aur uske na hone se aisa lagta jaise ye duniya hi nahi. Uske chehre ki chamak ke aagey suraj ki chamak bhi feeki padh jati. Use dekh kar lagta ki usse apni sari khushiyan de dun aur uske sare gamo ko apna bna lun. Uske chehre ki masumiyat, wo bholapan, wo nazakat, wo haya , mujhe har baar uska bna jati thi...Kuch Aisi thi meri "KAVYA".
                                          Next day ka besabri se intezaar tha, isliye nahi ki notes chahiye the, isliye ki us se fir se baat hogi. Saari raat karwatein badalte nikli, neend ka to dur dur tak koi namo nishan hi nahi tha. Ye raat itni lambi kyu hai, guzarti kyun nahi, hey bhagwaan bas aaj ke liye raat sabse chhoti kar do..Jaldi se 8 bja do , plz plz plz, itni bechaini to mujhe paida hone ke baad nahi hui jitni aaj ho rahi thi.
                                    Par bhagwaan ne der se hi sahi par sun li, aur suraj ki pehli kiran se pehle hi main ekdum perfect tayyar hokr ready ho gya. Aur sheeshe ke aagey khada hoker rehearsal karne laga  ki kis tarah se us se baat krun jisse best se best impression jaye, I am sure us din to bechara aaina bhi dukhi hoker tutne ko ho gya tha. Aadhi bottle deo ki pure jism pr aise gira di jaise koi pehelwaan kushti karne se pehle pure sharir par teil ki maalish karta hai. Jabki mujhe deo se allergy hai, but pyar, ishq, mohabbat mein hosh hi kisko rehti hai. Puri tayyari ke sath ek ghanta pehle hi college pahunch gaya. Ab aur sabr nahi ho raha tha, kab 8 bjenge aur college khulega, ji haan main bahar parking mein hi baitha college ka gate khulne ka intezaar krta raha. Wahan ka watchman bhi mujhe aise dekh raha tha jaise maine kisi ka khoon kar diya ho aur uske paas saza maaf krwane aaya hun. Nyways ek ek pal, ek ek saal ki tarah guzar raha tha aur barso beetne ke baad aakhir 8 bj hi gye aur college khul gaya. But meri musibat abhi yahin kahtam nahi hui thi, hamari class to 8:30 pr shuru hoti thi, yani ki abhi adha ghanta aur wait karni thi. Chalo jahan 9 ghante 38 min 45 sec wait kiya wahi adha ghanta aur sahi.. Apni class mein gaya aur ek baar fir rehearsal shuru kar di , "Hii yar wo notes laye aap". Agar wo layi hogi to bolegi,  "haan ye lo, actually maine sabhi kuch to note nahi kiya par jitna kiya hai wo main le ayi". "Thanx, to main agar ye tumhe kal tak de dun to chalega",.... hmmm, aisa bolna theek rahega. "Theek hai par plz kal yaad se le aana, mujhe bhi padhne hain", aisa hi kuch kahegi fir wo. "Ya sure", halki si smile de dunga..
                            Aur agar na layi to wo kahegi "oh sorry , main lana bhool gayi". Fir Uske samne udaas sa chehra bnaunga jaise mera sab kuch lut gaya ho aur fir udaas si awaaz mei kahunga "Its Ok,  kal le aana". Aisa karne pr senti ho jayegi.
Aise hi rehearsal karte karte kab class ka time ho gya pata hi nahi chala.
Aaj ka din bahut khaas tha...Class mei students aate gye, seats full hoti gyi, Meri nazarein par kisi khaas ke liye class ke darwaze par tiki thin. Dil bol raha tha ab ayegi ab ayegi. Sabhi aa chuke the, even ki teacher bhi. Lecture shuru ho gya. Par main abhi bhi darwaze ki taraf hi dekh raha tha, tabhi 'door' par hulchul si hui aur mere dil mein bhi. 'Door' khula to dekha ki dusra koi teacher tha. Fir mujhe bahut gussa aya  "pata nahi bachhon se college sahi time par kyun nahi pahuncha jata, discipline naam ki koi cheez hi nahi hai, pata nahi kyun studies ko seriously nahi lete aajkal ke students". "Arey ye kya main kab se aisi baatein krne laga, kamaal hai mujhe aakhir ho kya raha hai, itna utawala to main kisi ke liye kabhi hua hi nahi, mujhe samjhte der nahi lagi ki main us se really mein love karne laga tha". Ek ek karke sabhi lectures lagte rahe aur main isi aas mei baitha raha ki shayad wo ye lecture lagane aa jaye, uske chakker mein maine is semester mei pehli baar ek din mei saare lecture lagaye the. Sabhi lecture over ho chuke the aur meri bechaini 100 guna badh chuki thi, ab fir se sadiyon lambi raat, hamari mulakaat ke beech mei aane wali thi. Kyun bnayi bhagwaan tune ye raat, yahin soch raha tha us waqt main aur sath hi sath usper bhi gussa aa raha tha "Waise to daily aati hai, ek lecture bhi nahi chhodti, aur aaj chhutti karke baith gayi, ghar hi baitho na kya zarurat hai college aane ki, ye ladkiyan hamesha apne baare mei hi sochti hain, dusro ki feelings se koi matlab nahi inhe, ek number ki matlabi, selfish, dhokebaaz" , aur pata nahi kya kya dimag mei chal raha tha us waqt.
Aag-babula hua college ke gate tak pahuncha hi tha ki ek frnd ne awaaz dekr rok liya " Arey yar tujhe pata chala", thoda excited sa lag raha tha. "Abe kya pata chala , kya ho gaya ", main to pehle se hi frustrated tha, to thodi frustration uspr bhi nikal di.
"Yar wo Kavya ka accident ho gaya aaj, shes serious, Chandigarh PGI refer kiya hai usse"..
"O shit, aisa nahi ho sakta yaar", mere galey mein mano awaaz hi nahi thi aur sharir mei jaise jaan hi nahi bachhi thi. Main wahin se bus stand ki taraf bhaga aur seedha chandigarh ki bus pakdi...Pure safar mein bas yahi dua kar raha tha ki usse kuch na ho, wo bilkul theek ho jaye. Agar maine apni zindagi mein aaj tak ek bhi achha kaam kiya ho bhagwaan to usse kuch na ho. Main khud ko bebas sa mehsus kar raha tha. Hospital pahunchte hi pata chala ki wo operation theatre mein hai aur peechle 2 ghante se uska operatoin chal raha hai. Uske ghar wale sabhi wahan the, "kaise hua uncle ye sab", Kavya ke father se pucha. "Beta subah college ke liye nikali thi, fir thodi der mein phone aya ki kuch notes lene bhool gayi hai, ye wahi notes the jo wo sari raat baithkr banati rahi. Usne kaha "unhe table par nikal ke rakhein, main lene aa rahi hun", aur fir aate waqt ek car se uska accident ho gya, aur fir......" uncle ke ansun chhalak pade...." , kavya unki ikloti ladki thi, usi mei unhe apna beta, apna pura parivar dikhta tha aur aaj wo hi zindagi aur maut ke beech jhul rahi thi".
                                                     Tabhi operation theatre ka door khula aur doctor bahar aaya "I am sorry, condition is still critical, kuch keh nahi sakte, aap usse mil sakte hain". Meri aankhon mei aansun the, "kyuuun...., aakhir kyun bhagwaan mujhse wo log chheen leta hai jinhe main pyar karta hun". Sabhi parivaar waale kavya ko ghere khade the. Tabhi doctor ne sabko ek ek krke milne ko kaha..Main darwaze pr khada usse dekhne ki koshish kar raha tha par himmat nahi ho rahi thi usse aisi haalat mein dekhne ki. Usne mujhe dekha , shayad usse yakeen nhi hua ki main uske paas hun, usne halka sa hath ka ishara krke mujhe paas bulaya , Main ro raha tha aur kuch keh nahi pa raha tha. Main uske paas khada tha, uske pure chehre par pattiyan bndhi thin, wahi chehra jise har roz subah sbse pehle aankh khulte hi dekhna chahta tha aaj usne wohi chehra mujhse chupa rakha tha. Uske wo komal honth aaj pathher se bejaan pade the, fir dheeme se usne mujhse kaha "kitna time laga diya tumne notes mangne mein". Uski ye baat main samajh nahi paya. Fir wo boli  "main kab se intezaar kar rahi thi ki tum kab aaoge kisi bahane se ek din mere paas, aur notes bhi tumne us din ke mange jis din main bhi absent thi". Par aaj jab tum aaye to main ja rahi hun. Meri ankhein fati ki fati reh gyi "to tum bhi absent thi us din, to wo notes sari raat tum mere liye prepare kar rahi thi......o shit kitna bevkuf tha main jo samjh hi nhi paya, Plz Mat Jao, main sara din tumhara class mein wait karta raha, kitna intezaar karwaya tumne aur ab ruk bhi nahi rahi ho. This is not fair.",  main apne pyar ko narazgi mein jatane ki koshish kar raha tha....
Meri aankhon se aansu rukne ka naam hi nahi le rahe the..

Aaj mujhe pata chala ki maine kitni badi galti ki, apne pyar ka izhaar karne mei maine itna waqt laga diya ki aaj waqt hi nahi bacha..Par ab aur nahiiii....
                                       Maine uska hath thama aur bol diya "I LOVE YOU".... Maine aaj tak ye lafz kisi ko nahi kahe the aur na hi kabhi socha tha ki kisi ko kahunga, par aaj main khud ko rok nahi paya.  Uske hothon pr ek dheemi si muskaan aayi, main intezaar kar raha tha uske reply ka. Par uski muskaan wahin thm si gyi. "Doctor, kya hua Kavya ko", main chhillaya. "Oh my god, Heart beat is collapsing", doctor replied.
"Doctor plz kisi bhi tarah , kuch bhi karke use bacha lo.", main chahkr bhi kuch nhi kr pa raha tha.
"Hum poori koshish kar rahe hain, aap plz shant rahiye, Condition bahut critical hai. Patience rakhiye plz".
Fir achanak samne screen pr mujhe uski dhadkanein dheemi hoti dikhayi di. Aur kuch hi seconds mein ek stright line beep ke sath chal rahi thi. "Doctor kya hua, what happened..??", mere chhillane mein mera darr chupa tha..
"I am Sorry, She Is No More", he replied. Aur jaise meri dhadkan bhi wahin ruk si gyi.

                                                       Kabhi kabhi hum sari zindagi rehearsal mein hi nikal dete hain par ek time aisa bhi aata hai jab hume perform karne ka mauka hi nahi milta. Zindagi se zyada unpredictable cheez aaj tak mujhe nahi mili. Har pal , har lamha, aane wale pal ke sath jooda hua hai. Hum kabhi kabhi sochte reh jate hain aur zindagi ek din fir sochne ka mauka hi nahi deti. Jab hum hote hain tab waqt nahi hota , aur jab waqt hota hai tab hum nahi hote. Kaash wo pal waapis aa jayein, college ka wo din waapis aa jaye jb maine pehli baar Kavya ko dekha tha aur usi waqt usi ka ho gya tha , taaki main usi waqt usse keh sakta apne dil ki baat. Par na hi kabhi guzra waqt waapis laut kar aaya hai aur na hi kabhi khoyi hui zindagi. Is waqt ne meri zindagi hamesha ke liye badal di.
                          Ab har raat usi bechaeni ke sath karwatein badalta hun, sochta hun ki bhagwaan ne ye raat aakhir bnayi hi kyun, subah suraj ki pehli kiran se pehle hi ekdum perfect tayyar hoker sheeshe ke aagey rehearse karta hun, har baar ki tarah aaina bhi dukhi hoker tutna chahta hai, pr shayad ab usse bhi iski aadat si ho gyi hai, fir 7 bje college ki parking mein gate ke khulne ka wait karta hun, ab to watchman bhi nahi ghurta, 8 bje class mein jaker us se kaise baat shuru krunga practice karta hun, 8:30 bje sabhi class mein aane shuru ho jate hain, main darwaze ki taraf dekhta rehta hun ki wo ab ayegi ab ayegi, sabhi aate hain sabhi jate hain, main sabhi lectures lagata hun ki shayad wo ye lecture lagane aaye, par wo aaj bhi nahi aayi... kyun log college mein bunks marte hain , kyun itne indisciplined hote hain, kyun time se college nahi aate...Har din usi tarah shuru hota hai aur har raat waise hi dhalti hai. Sab kuch chal raha hai par main aur mera waqt thm sa gaya hai. Main sara din kavya ka usi tarah intezaar karta hun aur Fir wo mujhe daily evening mein milti hai aur dheeme se smile karti hai, aur uski wo muskurahat wahin thm si jati hai......

Main aaj bhi Kavya ki us pyari si smile ke baad wale reply ka wait kar raha hun...Mujhe yakeen hai wo ek din zarur laut kar ayegi, mera hath thamegi aur kahegi  " I LOVE U TOO..."
                                                                                                         
                                                                                                             

Hey Guys hope u like this story.. Actually i hav promoted this story as my own love story.. But it ws just a part of promotion.. When I was writing this story, i decided to promote it as my own love story..

All  the  characters  in  this  story  are  fictious  and  any  resemblence  to  actual  person,  living  or  dead,  is  entirely  coincidental...

I  love  to  write  love  stories  with  tragic  endings  but  my  sis  suggested  me  to  write  a  happy  ending  love  story... Next  time,  i'll  try  for  it... For  now... bbyeee.... n  stay  tuned  for  my  next  saga....

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Hi Frnds, wazzup, hope its all gud , i know you are busy and i also know ki kahan kahan busy ho...

Kuch friends is waqt orkut pr chipke hain to kuch facebook pr, kuch twitter pr busy hain to kuch bechare study material search kr rahe honge google pr, kuch bematlab ki tension lekr baithe honge aur kuch matlab hote huye bhi bina tension ke baithe honge, kuch paise kamane mei lage honge i mean job pr honge, to kuch bank mei daakka daalne ki soch rahe honge, yar multi-talented dost hain mere kuch bhi kar sakte hain.....Bt as usual i am absolutely free . So i have decided to share some interesting moments, friendship and life at NIT. Friendship apne aap mei ek broad term hai jiski kai definitions milengi. But in simple words , dosti wo cheez hai jo aapko hansna seekhati hai, aagey badhna seekhati hai, gam mei bhi muskurana seekhati hai, har pal ko jeena seekhati hai, girkar phir sambhalna sekhati hai, in short, life mast dhang se jeena seekhati hai.

College ke 3 saal kab khatam huye bilkul pata hi nhi chala pr jb mehsus hua ki waqt guzar chuka hai aur ab raahein badalne wali hain to ye rishta aur zyada gehra ho gaya.
Samajh nahi aata students college aur studies ko itna zyada seriously kyun lete hain ki life ka sara maza hi kho dete hain. Theek hai yar main ye nahi kehta ki tum padho mat, bt kitabi kidey (book-warm) ban jao aise bhi mat bano. Jitna hum apne aas paas k living example se seekh sakte hain utna books mei se nahi , ye mera apna experience hai. Ye batein main isliye keh raha hun kyunki humne kabhi marks ko itna seriously nahi liya. Hum class mei tab enter krte the jb saari class teacher k lecture ko samarpit hoti thi. Ki farak painda hai yaar chahe lecture shuru se attend karo ya beech mei aaker , humari samajh mein to tab bhi kuch nahi aana tha. Maza to tb ata tha jab exam sir pr hote the aur hum 1 din pehle syllabus puch rahe hote the aur notes ikathhe kar rahe hote the. Kyunki hame pata hota tha ki ratte (cramming) humse lagne nahi jo kuch padhna hai samajh kar padhna hai aur jo ek baar samajh aa gaya to dobara reading ki bhi zarurat nahi.

Aur mere to dost bhi itne intelligent the ki kai baar to maine book mei se bina pade hi sessionals diye. Unse hi topics discuss kr leta tha aur wahi bana bana kr likh dena aur asli maza to tab aata jb kabhi kabhi main unse jyada score karta tha, really mei unki shakal dekhne wali hoti thi, i always love that expressions.. Attendance ki to shuru se hi confusion rahi. Waise to hum classes lagate hi nhi the aur jo lagate bhi the to usme itni late aate the ki attendence ho chuki hoti thi, pr kabhi ek baat samajh hi nhi aayi ki jin classes main hum regular rehte bhi the usme bhi attendance short kaise ho jati thi. Nyways teachers ne kabhi attendance k kaaran koi problem nahi aane di, really very supportive teachers, beshak har semester mei short hoti thi.

Last year mei to hamare halaat aur bhi bigad gaye the. Ek to class mei late entry marna aur wo bhi khali hath jaise shadi mei aaye hon. Ek baar to mam ne keh hi diya " very good ek to late ho aur uper se khali hath , tum log karne kya aate ho class mei ". Hum bhi besharamon ki tarah, jb tk mam sentence complete krti , apne apne aasan pr viraaj-maan ho chuke the. Ek baar to hadd hi ho gyi jb dusre teacher ne bhi ek din puch liya , "tumhare registers kahan hain, where are your registers" , to arun, my frnd (1 idiot out of 3) class ki taraf hath krke kehta "mam vivek (2nd idiot) ke paas hain" . Jab mam ne vivek k liye class mei nazar dodaaii to pata chala janaab aaj absent hain, is bnde ki hamesha hi timing kharab rahi hai, jiske kaaran humari jaan pr ban aati thi, pr kya krein yaar.... jaan hai apni. Kher jhut to pakda gaya pr uske baad bhi hum baaz nahi aaye. Daily kuch na kuch hota rehta tha, kuch intentionally aur bahut kuch unintentionally.

Apni to life ka ek Simple sa formula raha hai " jaise bhi jiyo mast jiyo". Tension kisi bhi problem ka solution nahi hai bcoz tension itself is a very big problem.

Hamesha muskurao, khushi mei khush hona to ordinary si baat hai , extra-ordinary baat to gam mei bhi khush rehna hai. Jhooti hi sahi, smile to lao yaar chehre pr, atleast tumhe dekhkar kya pata kisi aur ke chehre par muskaan aa jaye. Hamesha aise khush raho ki bhagwaan bhi confuse ho jaye ki yaar ye bnda itne gam mein bhi khush kaise hai aur usse bhi ek din tumhe khush dekhne ki aadat si ho jaye. Its difficult but not impossible. Try It..

This is just a single page of book of our endless memories. NIT days were our golden days and always be. We enjoyed every moment of life. Each and every day was a surprise package for us. We really miss that moments we shared together. Today we are placed and are in different cities , far away from each other, lekin aaj bhi hamari shararatein , hamari badmaashiyan aur wo bewkufi bhari harqatein NIT mei zinda hain aur hamesha rahengi...
And am sure NIT mei har class mei idiots zarur honge jaise hamari class mei the...
OOpps i hav introduced you two idiots (Arun and Vivek), now you are guessing whos the third one...That third idiot is Me (Aman)...


 Agar aapko meri class ke darshan krne hain aur hamare masti bhare lamhe dekhne hain then watch it on

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u5W8ZcXWu2M

Luv Yea Miss Yea guys...Take Care and Gud luck for your future....




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Love ---- It Really Exists and Can Happen More Than Once....

Signing In : Aman

Hlo frndzz,

         
                                                Today am goin to write about love -- jo har kisi ko life mein ek na ek baar to zarur hota hai , ya kuch logo ke according ye sirf ek hi baar hota hai ,  pr hota zarur hai....means LOVE truly exists.
                                                  Actually kain log hote hain jo love, pyar, ishq aur mohabbat jaise lafzon mein vishwaas nahi rakhte , iska sbse bada example tha main. Ya you heard it right , i said "tha" not "hun". Main ab tak yehi socha karta tha ki pyar ek course ki tarah hai , agar aap interested ho to admission le lo nahi to dusri stream mein chale jao. But jaise jaise life mature hoti jati hai aisa feel hone lagta hai ki shayad hum kahin na kahin galat the. Love is not optional , its compulsary. Aap karna chaho ya na karna chaho kabhi na kabhi ho hi jayega aur aapko pata bhi nahi chalega that you are attending the class of love.
                                                 
                                                          But wait a sec, Dont get me wrong here, main aisi baatein kar raha hun to iska matlab ye bilkul nahi hai ki mujhe pyar ho gaya hai, no wayzzz. Main ye isliye likh raha hun ki mujhe feel hone laga hai kisi ko bhi kahin bhi aur kabhi bhi ho sakta hai. Aur jab mujhe lag sakta hai aisa that means ye cheez really mein exist karti hai , kyuki mujhe kisi bhi cheez ke liye convince karna is really a tough job. Pehle main bhi sabhi ka mazak udaya karta tha ki pata nahi kaise ek unknown person ke liye munde ya kudiyan itne attached ho jate hain. Par kabhi kabhi aisa hota hai ki aap kisi aise person se milte hain jise aap achhe se na jante huye bhi unki care karte hain , unke sath jab jab hote hain ek achha insaan ban jate hain, waise aap honge achhe insaan isme koi shaqq nahi but what i mean is ki kuch buraiyan to sabhi mein hoti hain , nobody is perfect, but agar wo buraiyan bhi kisi person k sath reh kar khatam ho jaye chahe us waqt ke liye hi sahi, you feel yourself a perfect one aur wo feeling byaan kar pana thoda sa mushkil hai.
                                           
                                                  I heard so many people saying " pyar-vyar kuch nahi hota yaar, ye sab free bando ka time pass hai". Hmmm...that means jo log aisa bolte hain unhe bhi agar kuch waqt tak free kar diya jaye to koi guarantee nahi ki unhe pyar nahi hoga, aur agar time pass bhi hai to kya hua it means ye exist to karta hai na, aur waise bhi saari zindagi to insaan busy nahi rehta na yaar.  Kya pata aap 70 ki age mein free ho jao aur tab aapko pyar ho jaye, who knows.
                           
                               Mujhe ye to bleve ho gaya ki love exists but abhi tak ye clear nahi hua ki kya ye sirf ek hi baar hota hai. According to my present views  " main nahi manta ki pyar sirf ek baar hota hai , pyar kain baar ho sakta hai, kyuki jisko aap pasand karte ho wo agar aap ko chhod kar chali jaye ya chala jaye, aur uske baad koi waisa hi ya usse bhi achha person life mein aye to aapko dobara pyar ho sakta hai, u cn never deny this fact". And its damn true.                    

                 Iske peeche bhi ek reason hai, jab aap kisi ko like karte ho to aap apna daayra (circle) aur focus sirf us person tk hi simit (सिमित) kar lete ho. Us waqt aapke saamne koi usse bhi achha person aata hai to aap usse ignore kar dete ho, shayad tabhi kehte hain ki pyar andha hota hai, lol.... But jab aapka break up ho jata hai, jo ki ek usual si baat hai, tab aapko lagta hai ki saari duniya hi aisi dhokebaaz hai, rascal hai, buri hai, gndi hai, kamini hai etc etc. Aap sochne lagte hain ki saare boys/girls aise hi honge...But gimme a break, tumne koi ram ya sita ko nahi chuna ki jisse dhokha khakr tum saari duniya ko usse compare krne lag jao. May be you hav chosen the worst person on this planet aur fir us se ditch hone ke baad tum sabhi ko us jaisa samajhne lagte ho. Aur yahi wo point hai jahan par pyar shabd badnaam ho jata hai.  I mean come on " grow up". Agar hum kaafi time se kisi ke sath relation mein hain aur khush hain (ya the), aur fir hamara breakup ho jata hai that means ki humne ab tak ek dusre ko jana hi nahi ya pehchaan hi nahi paye. In simple words hum dono mein se koi ek fake tha ya hum dono hi fake the. Aur uske baad pyar shabd se nafrat karna really a childish thing. Means aapne apne liye coffee bnayi aur aap sugar dalna bhul gaye jab aapne taste kiya to aapka reaction tha "chiiii , kitni buri hai , i jus hate coffee, main aagey se kabhi isse muh nahi lagaungi/lagaunga". arey yar coffee mei sugar aapne nahi daali to taste to bura aana hi tha na isme life mein kabhi dobara coffee nahi peene waali to baat hi nahi. Agli baar jb banao to sugar achhe se dalna taaki jo galti pehli baar ki ab dobara na ho. Ya fir ye bhi ho sakta hai ki aap bade chaav se coffee bnate ho , proper sugar, proper powder, evrythin perfectly, pr jab aap taste karte ho to you really feel bad ki kitni buri bani hai, its bcoz coffee ka brand hi poor tha i.e. its not your mistake , u try your best from yourside but its the coffee thats of poor quality.Next time coffee ka brand zara dhyan se choose karna. I think you understand what i mean. Aur dusri coffee itni tasty bhi ho sakti hai ki aap pehli ka taste hamesha ke liye bhool jayein...Samjhe..
                        
                                          Aur maine ye bhi suna hai ki pehla pyar kabhi nahi bhulta , but main kehta hun ki jitni bhi baar pyar karoge kabhi nahi bhuloge. Its gurantee ki tum na sirf pyar bhula paate ho, even ki tumhare saare crushes , saari love in first sight stories, ye sab tumhare mind ki hard disk memory mein save ho jati hain which is non-volatile ofcourse. Ye feeling hi kuch aisi hoti hai ki tum chaho to bhi puri tarah se bhula nahi pate, haan waqt ke sath sath thodi dhundhali zarur ho jati hai.
                                
                                            So in my terms , love is like a virus jo kabhi bhi tumhe attack kar sakta hai aur hamesha k liye hang bhi kar sakta hai...Aur ye kisi ke bhi through enter kar sakta hai, friends ke through ya kisi unknown ke through. To Kb tak bachaoge apne aap ko isse , kabhi na kabhi to effected ho hi jaoge aur dukh ki baat to ye hai ki sabhi antivirus isse detect to kar lete hain par koi remove nahi kar paata...Be safe from LOVE.

         I can proudly say that presently i am safe, i am still not effected.......ARE  YOU...........????
                                                
          
Signing Out : The One

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Save Tigers , Save World.....Be Humans.

Hi guys,
                Today as we all know that global warming is the major concern all over the world, but theres one more issue that cant be ignored at all...Yes, you are right, i am talking about tigers. Today theres only 1411 tigers left in india which is really a major issue threatning the ecosystem. As we know that we are the part of a life cycle including trees, insects, animals or in short a part of an ecosystem. If any one of this part got missin then the entire chain will break..And we know that broken chains never move on the cycles. Tiger is our national animal. And we are losing it day by day. 1411 is a negligible figure. We feel proud that the entire world knows us as tigers. And howll it feel when the next generation will ask "what was tiger, how did it look, Did they really exist". Thats really a shame for us, we cant save our national game, cant save our national animal and even cant save our identity. No, we are indians and we can do anything. So lets take a step towards this. Save tigers, save your identity and save the world.  
                                                                                                         
                                                                    Dont hunt them, Save them...
                                                                                            Be Humans..

My Life's Tragedy

Signing In : Aman

Hey Friends ,
Today is Wednesday, January 6, 2010 and its 6:07 pm..

Today i am going to tell you a story, its very close to my heart..Nothing to say...It is the tragedy of most of the lives...Bt lemme clear this first its not written by me, i read this on net and liked it , now m sharing it with you guys....So read it and feel the love..... 

10th grade

As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

11th grade

The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Senior year

The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Graduation Day

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

A Few Years Later

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

Funeral

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

I cried and I cried ....


But if U really wanna read one of ma own then here it is : 


http://amantheone.blogspot.com/2010/03/hlo-frnds-this-one-is-love-story-with.html

For ma own poems visit : http://www.amantheone.blogspot.com

Signing Out : Aman