<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168114360883177351</id><updated>2024-09-11T08:17:39.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTES FROM MY DIARY...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryfromheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168114360883177351/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryfromheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SUMER JAIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15104966961213317308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0czqg1BbGVF_6YGXGIuNqhKZR0sHVsKvF-G5Jjj1MDmwZs84fgW0ddlfXzndP-go4V2pPUGhZkUICFxOi2cfSP5gMz1LIalf47fAfj1i-30H4Yh-aOYHTfAtVK9Sux6o/s220/407177_3115958814668_1135394611_33228397_2102668798_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168114360883177351.post-4792253945592519283</id><published>2014-04-29T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2014-04-29T10:15:11.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REALITY OF LIFE......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihSfbGmodKbUriui-zYuliMDepn99Cp9NilbaCUzsEg73S80pxMguUJIJoa-gjMT_Euzn7GHT3ii8AxZ-qk8FZ7QBcdm40JlikB1szyT_BPIWLgEbklWvZE1mPmJ7TjZHdp6DrOl8_0woK/s1600/10173777_10203021662639250_5522673003466619981_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihSfbGmodKbUriui-zYuliMDepn99Cp9NilbaCUzsEg73S80pxMguUJIJoa-gjMT_Euzn7GHT3ii8AxZ-qk8FZ7QBcdm40JlikB1szyT_BPIWLgEbklWvZE1mPmJ7TjZHdp6DrOl8_0woK/s1600/10173777_10203021662639250_5522673003466619981_n.jpg&quot; height=&quot;196&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We do not want to laugh,&lt;br /&gt;
But we have to smile...........&lt;br /&gt;
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We do not want to cry,&lt;br /&gt;
But we have to cry........&lt;br /&gt;
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Someone asks me....How are you??&lt;br /&gt;
I have to say I am happy........&lt;br /&gt;
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GUYS.....these are stages of life................&lt;br /&gt;
here...everyone has to play a skit........&lt;br /&gt;
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In this world we did not need &quot;MATCH STICKS&quot;........&lt;br /&gt;
Here &quot;MAN BURNS FROM MAN&quot;........&lt;br /&gt;
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The great scientists in the world are searching for life on &quot;MANGAL&quot; (Mars)........&lt;br /&gt;
But man is not searching &quot;MANGAL&quot; (ENJOYMENT) in life.........&lt;br /&gt;
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I reached temple just to apologize my crimes by giving flowers to the god........&lt;br /&gt;
Then I come to know that I had done another crime by murdering flowers just for &quot;STONES&quot;......... &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;WE ALL HAVE TO ADJUST IN THIS TYPE OF LIFE.........JUST TO LIVE IN AN SOCIETY....&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;16 NOVEMBER 2011&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipCtrpqCO-Wis9C8fELAC2LZ1CIwou5UxUDFs-YhSd8GNAo-5Khj9KcHIXA2us7eTgNEDtSzZntARFeeWGN3TtrEjmzLUlKRH_iMgovOszN9_PDHj35_ng9URkXpIA-8kzKeqCfCi3MECi/s1600/sad_025.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipCtrpqCO-Wis9C8fELAC2LZ1CIwou5UxUDFs-YhSd8GNAo-5Khj9KcHIXA2us7eTgNEDtSzZntARFeeWGN3TtrEjmzLUlKRH_iMgovOszN9_PDHj35_ng9URkXpIA-8kzKeqCfCi3MECi/s1600/sad_025.jpg&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Many times i have seen in my life that
family relatives are very good in nature they are very soft spoken, they always
talk to me like they care for me, at that time i always think that they are the
best gift of god. When i was a kid, my grandmother always told me that
relatives play very import role in one&#39;s life, she used to tell me that we are
very lucky that we have so many relation&#39;s, other then the family relations we
also have the relation&#39;s which are very far away from our family. I always
ask&#39;s my grand mother that why we have so many relationship&#39;s and i always try
to understand that how so &amp;amp; so is our relative.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Now tym passes and i am grown up, now i
able to understand the whole thing that is :&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;What all the relations are, who all the
relatives are, and most importantly what is the nature of the relatives,
wheather they are good in nature or not, wheather they are helpful or not, i
understands the whole thing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;There are very very rare relatives who
are found to be helpful, till now i have seen that relatives are very mean in
nature, they always think for themselves, when ever we meet any of our relative
they just say &quot; JAI JINENDER JI, AUR KYA HAAL HAI&quot; in reply to that
we always say &quot; BAS JI SAB THEEK HAI, AAP SUNAO&quot;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Whenever we are suffering from any
problem they never come to us and never gives any solution to that problem,
they just stand away and look the game and when the game is over then all of
them comes near to us and start giving there opinions &quot; MAINE TO KAHA THA
AISE KAR LO, MAINE TO KAHA THA WAISE KAR LO, AAPKO AISE NAHI KARNA CHAHIYE
THA........ETC&quot;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;If i want&#39;s to set up a new business and
want&#39;s to borrow knowledge from any of our close relatives they never helps me
in this, they just go away that means they even don&#39;t want to share knowledge
of business with me, i don&#39;t know why this happens. These are the people who
don&#39;t want to share there knowledge. Even i have also seen many relatives who always
gives the wrong opinion in either case i don&#39;t know why people have jealous
from other&#39;s.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;I want to say that relatives never want
to share any knowledge with u, they never want to help u, they just think for
themselves, they are generally mean in nature, they never help u in setteling
your career.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Relatives are just for attending family
functions, parties, marriges and all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Earlier i have some expectations from my
relatives in terms of help. love and care, but as the time passes my
expectations just flown away with water.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Today I expect &quot; NOTHING&quot; from
my relatives except &quot; HELLO, HI , &amp;amp; BYE BYE&quot;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;There are many lucky persons who are
expecting something from relationships and able to fulfill it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&quot;ONLY GOD AND PARENTS ARE THE BEST
RELATIVES I HAVE EVER SEEN&quot;...........&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;9TH NOVEMBER 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;I remember, when i was in 8th class i
was just hate studies. Even i was not want to study any more, but my parents
always tells me that studies play very important role in everyone&#39;s life.
Without studies it is not possible to set your career. But in reply to that i
always tell to my parents that &quot;studies are for those people who want to
go in service sector&quot;. From the beginning of my life i always wants to do
my own work whether its any proffessional job or any business.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;At that time i always think that we have
so many relatives who are running there own businesses and after my studies i
will go with any of my relative and start learning the tips of business that is
&quot;how to start business&quot;, &quot;what all things required for starting
a business&quot; and anyone will help me in suggesting the line of business.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;But after my 12th class i come to know
that this never happens in reality.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;Whenever i starts any talk&#39;s related to
my career then everyone says &quot;people in the service sector has a very
comfortable life, starting a business is not easy and many more.&quot; These
are not the words of any other people, these are the words of our close
relatives. They always demotivate me for my carrer. I don&#39;t uderstand, why
people jealous in seeing the success of other people, why they always want to
be on the top.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;I always want that they just show me the
right path or the line of the business, i dont want any other thing from those
and i want this only because those people who are in businesses from last many
year they have a great knowledge of that sector.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;Persons who are rich in there businesses
they know this thing that by helping others nothing will get lost from there
career but then also they dont want to guide others.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;Whenever you go to any of your relative
for &amp;nbsp;asking a help for starting a business then you only get a reply from
them in either of the following terms :&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;1. &quot;Sorry dear, we dont have that
much sources for helping you&quot;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;2. &quot;This is not your type of
work&quot;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;3. &quot;You will not able to do this
work&quot;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;4. &quot; I will try my best to hekp
you&quot;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;5. &quot;This is very bad sector please
dont enter in this&quot;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;6. &quot;Service in the private sector
is better option then the business&quot;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;Above are the replies you always get
whenever you want help from your relatives.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;I would like to say relatives never help
you in setting your business or setting your career. Only parents and god will
help you in this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&quot;NEVER DEPEND ON YOUR RELATIVES TO
SET YOUR CAREER , JUST BELIEVE IN GOD AND HAVE TRUST ON YOUR PARENTS, THIS WILL
GIVE YOU A GREAT SUCCESS IN YOUR LIFE.&quot;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryfromheart.blogspot.com/feeds/746625916044322566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryfromheart.blogspot.com/2014/04/relatives-never-helps-you-in-making.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168114360883177351/posts/default/746625916044322566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168114360883177351/posts/default/746625916044322566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryfromheart.blogspot.com/2014/04/relatives-never-helps-you-in-making.html' title='RELATIVES NEVER HELPS YOU IN MAKING YOUR CAREER...'/><author><name>SUMER JAIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15104966961213317308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0czqg1BbGVF_6YGXGIuNqhKZR0sHVsKvF-G5Jjj1MDmwZs84fgW0ddlfXzndP-go4V2pPUGhZkUICFxOi2cfSP5gMz1LIalf47fAfj1i-30H4Yh-aOYHTfAtVK9Sux6o/s220/407177_3115958814668_1135394611_33228397_2102668798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFj_TzKPJdp9zc-Wma6ePKAe_7UjGpVqVy0-y7lQPHBkEksMH2Bf9imCHXyRWXWBdcTdJyYxHe-5lipJtV7aTTyQ4udanhPJoEjg3Ud2NLHoCA-JZO_NA7KDWKLbPEZHDUmSOsJmiWgkt9/s72-c/sad-wallpaper-hd-images-pictures-sad-wallpapers-of-boys-in-wallpaperku.in.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168114360883177351.post-7638013625292873354</id><published>2012-02-21T03:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T03:29:42.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SHOCKED....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
27 feburary 2003&lt;br /&gt;
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That was a month of feburary in 2003 when we received a call from punjab that my elder bhuaji&#39;s son that is my cousin brother met with an accident his name is &quot; NAVEEN JAIN&quot; and he is in his twenties . He is on his scooter and while overtaking the tractor, tractor hits him and he looses his control and fall on the road, suddenly bus comes, so he has no time to get up and that bus crushed him up.&lt;br /&gt;
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After that incident he was immideately taken to the hospital. After hearing that news my father and my grandmother left for punjab to see the condition of naveen bhaiya. Now me, my sister and my mother are the only persons in the house. Earlier I was in intention even everyone was in intention that it was an normal accident and soon everything will be ok but this was not happened.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now next day when both of us and my mother are sleeping, our telephone bell rings in the midnight, we all are shocked that who had called us in the midnight and it is true that i know that some thing wrong happened and it comes in my mind that this call is related to naveen bhaiya.&lt;br /&gt;
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My mother gets up and picks up the phone and she starts crying on the phone, me and my sister both of us understand that naveen bhaiya is no more and that is right. we all are not able to control our tears at that time.&lt;br /&gt;
I was in shock and was not able to belieive on the situation that happens.Now my mother start calling all our relatives for giving this bad news. After that we again receive a call with a news that naveen bhaiya is alive he is not dead, we all are again shocked and thanking the god for this news but that was not a true news, the reality is this that naveen bhaiya is no more&lt;br /&gt;
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After hearing the news my mother starts packing her bag because now she had to go to punjab, that was a very hard time that i spent. Me and my sister go to our bhabhi&#39;s house and lives with her for 2 - 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am just imagining that what is the condition of naveen bhaiya&#39;s family. I will not able to calculate even no one in the world will able to judge that what is the condition of my bhuaji, fufa ji and bhabhi as they lost there young son, and my bhabhi lost her husband and both of his daughters lost there father, at that time only they know that what there heart feels.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was not able to forgot this bad news, when i close my eyes my mind shows me the images of naveen bhaiya. I was not able to delete those traces from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today also, when girls and boys are on the same level, everyone says that there should be one boy in the house &amp;nbsp; because every one knows that one day girls have to go in there real house that is &quot;in laws&quot; house and boys have to take care of his parents and when boy takes birth in the house then parents also starts planning that when our son &amp;nbsp;become young then he will take care of us. But destiny changes in seconds, no one knows what will happen in future.&lt;br /&gt;
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WHAT TO DO WHEN A YOUNGER SON IS NO MORE?????&lt;br /&gt;
NOW HOW HIS PARENTS GET LOVE FROM HIS SON???&lt;br /&gt;
HOW THEY LIVE WITHOUT THERE SON???&lt;br /&gt;
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No one has answers to these questions.&lt;br /&gt;
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Only my bhuaji and my fufa ji knows that, how they are living alone in that big house.&lt;br /&gt;
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SOMETIMES GOD TAKE THAT THING FROM THE PERSON WHICH HE WILL NOT ABLE TO TAKE BACK............&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryfromheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7638013625292873354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryfromheart.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-am-shocked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168114360883177351/posts/default/7638013625292873354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168114360883177351/posts/default/7638013625292873354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryfromheart.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-am-shocked.html' title='I AM SHOCKED....'/><author><name>SUMER JAIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15104966961213317308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0czqg1BbGVF_6YGXGIuNqhKZR0sHVsKvF-G5Jjj1MDmwZs84fgW0ddlfXzndP-go4V2pPUGhZkUICFxOi2cfSP5gMz1LIalf47fAfj1i-30H4Yh-aOYHTfAtVK9Sux6o/s220/407177_3115958814668_1135394611_33228397_2102668798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOeqmkitZhg-ye8eddR39JrASIVWdnpcqymvnEY_DzujBCCLH9bv66e2ydhOiXJboZ8k5LtEo9fNHrV9s3uq1OOW8K_AFjNjtB5jQZQNHYriPMiwEArA_dXTeEFgASsP7rFF9UDVOB0ogv/s72-c/Sad-boy.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168114360883177351.post-1661948172929942888</id><published>2011-12-18T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T04:40:04.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT JUST A BHUA JI...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
18 DECEMBER 2011&lt;br /&gt;
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My &quot;BHUA JI &quot; was one of the best person i have ever seen in my life. she loves me &quot;like my grandmother loves me&quot;, &quot;like my mother loves me&quot;, &amp;nbsp;&quot;like my father loves me&quot;. She passed away in the month of &amp;nbsp;february in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimvC0CwCn5fC_-F7RqjCxqgC3GOM77ptQeGGVmAkeFdk69Colj4BWm8hOvCCJTOSEdpa4MMfLSqxUaPI6eA4IaPwdpWhGUi1PmFbSrhGAMKYGRGCw7xhggqAgMYgZ9sVJNP2uoDoOobZDT/s1600/4281499796_a6acd037db.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimvC0CwCn5fC_-F7RqjCxqgC3GOM77ptQeGGVmAkeFdk69Colj4BWm8hOvCCJTOSEdpa4MMfLSqxUaPI6eA4IaPwdpWhGUi1PmFbSrhGAMKYGRGCw7xhggqAgMYgZ9sVJNP2uoDoOobZDT/s320/4281499796_a6acd037db.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;That was the day when i wake up in the morning went to my college as i have an exam and after my exam i came back to my house and i have seen that some thing wrong happened, when i entered the room then my grandmother told me that &quot; SEWA BHUA JI IS NO MORE &quot;. I was just shocked, i dont know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;
I was just keep my bag aside and go upstairs, i was lost somewhere, i am just crying so badly. Now automatically my mind goes in the flashback and i am remembering does lovely moments which i spend with my bhua ji.&lt;br /&gt;
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She was in the hospital in her last days, in those days many wrong ideas came to my mind, and at that time i always pray to god &amp;nbsp;&quot;That please make my bhuaji ok as early as possible&quot;, because i know that i was not able to face that day when some thing wrong happens. But at that time my prayers not come true and i think that god wants to win at that time because &quot;heaven&quot; is also waiting for the person like my bhua ji.&lt;br /&gt;
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She mostly comes to delhi every year and lives here for around 10 - 12 days and i dont know why there is some different kind of happiness in my heart. This was a happiness like a &quot;son meets his mother after few months&quot; and that happiness is somewhat different. Whenever she calls us, she never forgot to talk to me, she always say &quot;KAKE NAAL GAAL KARWAO MERI&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am sure that there is &quot;SOMETHING&quot; in my bhuaji which forces me to go and hug her, which forces me to go and kiss her, which forces me to go and pull her cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;
And that &quot;SOMETHING&quot; is &quot; LOVE &quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
Whenever she has to go back to her house i always cries in my heart and try to stop my tears.&lt;br /&gt;
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I Will never forget my mother told me that when i was an infant then my bhua ji raise me up very happily and when i spread toilet on her then she always says nothing happens. She never feels angry, she laughs on anything, today i am missing her smile.&lt;br /&gt;
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At the night when she died i was not able to stop my tears, my pillow is wet with my tears and i was not able to pay attention in any of my work, my mind is running with the memories of my bhua ji and i am just thinking that &quot; HOW DO I LET GO OF SOMEONE SO LOVING, SELFLESS AND &amp;nbsp;HUMBLE.&quot; There was no one i knew in my my life who did not love her, absolutely no one.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everything i am saying probably make no sense beacuse i want to say so much but i dont know how to condense it. if i talk about her qualities then i will say she is loyal, loving and passionate.&lt;br /&gt;
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Although she&#39;s not here any more, but i have some comforting found memories of her which i never forgot till my last breath.&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t &amp;nbsp;stop crying, i can&#39;t stop thinking about her, i can&#39;t stop missing her.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am missing her smile.&lt;br /&gt;
I am missing her love .&lt;br /&gt;
I am missing her hugs.&lt;br /&gt;
I am missing her talks.&lt;br /&gt;
I am missing her saying &quot; I LOVE YOU, LOVE YOU, LOVE YOU OVER AND OVER&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I DON&#39;T KNOW MUCH ABOUT &quot; HEAVEN&quot; &amp;nbsp;BUT I KNOW SHE IS IN &quot;HEAVEN &quot; AND IT IS ALSO VERY LUCKY PLACE IF THEY GET TO HAVE SUCH A WONDERFUL HUMAN BEING.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryfromheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1661948172929942888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diaryfromheart.blogspot.com/2011/12/not-just-bhua-ji.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168114360883177351/posts/default/1661948172929942888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4168114360883177351/posts/default/1661948172929942888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryfromheart.blogspot.com/2011/12/not-just-bhua-ji.html' title='NOT JUST A BHUA JI...'/><author><name>SUMER JAIN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15104966961213317308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0czqg1BbGVF_6YGXGIuNqhKZR0sHVsKvF-G5Jjj1MDmwZs84fgW0ddlfXzndP-go4V2pPUGhZkUICFxOi2cfSP5gMz1LIalf47fAfj1i-30H4Yh-aOYHTfAtVK9Sux6o/s220/407177_3115958814668_1135394611_33228397_2102668798_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimvC0CwCn5fC_-F7RqjCxqgC3GOM77ptQeGGVmAkeFdk69Colj4BWm8hOvCCJTOSEdpa4MMfLSqxUaPI6eA4IaPwdpWhGUi1PmFbSrhGAMKYGRGCw7xhggqAgMYgZ9sVJNP2uoDoOobZDT/s72-c/4281499796_a6acd037db.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4168114360883177351.post-942144361831078254</id><published>2011-11-06T02:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T22:32:24.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AFTER MY SISTER&#39;S WEDDING....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
15th MAY 2011&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent;&quot;&gt;Few days back my sister went away. &amp;nbsp;The wedding get over, but it left traces of many things for me to remind me those fun days which i spent with my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYS2y1iXdom4ZuLgUwLpwLsDtcnvpELSqm3buGtChhEE18ERU-ocoMQVf4diQFi19s40I3FT1WJZYhZO9cdnrTyRx8rOb3rBUHgPj3If1HYQZVTVyf4y6xY9_n0qFBFqOXQd4Jlf0Sv0Md/s1600/M+%252817%2529.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYS2y1iXdom4ZuLgUwLpwLsDtcnvpELSqm3buGtChhEE18ERU-ocoMQVf4diQFi19s40I3FT1WJZYhZO9cdnrTyRx8rOb3rBUHgPj3If1HYQZVTVyf4y6xY9_n0qFBFqOXQd4Jlf0Sv0Md/s320/M+%252817%2529.jpg&quot; width=&quot;221&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still &quot;SONU MAMA&quot;, ASHA BHUAJI&#39;S, KUSUM BHUAJI&#39;S family is with me but &amp;nbsp;i dont know why i am going through an uneasy feeling. Seeing the whole things spread here &amp;amp; there, looking the arrangments made for the people to go back home, it all reminds me those moments when we sit &amp;amp; chat together.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was not able to stop my tears, even i dont know what to write, i dont understand what happen to me. I have to change everything in my home, my whole home needs a makeover.&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s not easy, it;s not easy at all.........&lt;br /&gt;
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Everyday when I wake up in the morning, i am just missing your activities. Its very silence in the house &amp;amp; this silence will kill me. I will never forgot those moments when we fight with each other, and mom always told me&lt;br /&gt;
&quot; why are u fighting&quot;, she comes to me and tells me&quot; BETE USSE MAT LADAI KIYA KAR USNE EK DIN APNE GHAR CHALE JAANA HAI, PHIR TU HI USSE YAAD KAREGA&quot;. Now i am thinking my mother&#39;s statement was true, now i am feeling very lonely lonely, i was not able to stop my tears, i dont know why???&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent;&quot;&gt;I am missing those days when we use to eat &quot;MAGGI&quot; in the late night and our grandmother shoutes on us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
but now i am just missing &quot;meri sister waali maggi&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are now just four people in our family, with nothing much to say, but very irritated right now with every little thing. Now I am thinking in my mind that there will be no breakfast&#39;s, lunch, or dinner&#39;s together. Even we will don&#39;t have a tea together, and sharing the same when we was not able to drink......&lt;br /&gt;
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Today i am looking for a peace of mind, but not not able to get it beacause i was not able to forgot those&lt;br /&gt;
days when me &amp;amp; my sister, talks with each other, loves with each other, fights with each other and never forgot that statement when u always say &quot; MOM PLEASE WAIT FOR SUMER, WE WILL EAT TOGETHER&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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But today I am happy because she is happy in her new house and i will always pray to god that, &quot; hey god please remember to leave this smile on my sister&#39;s face forever.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: transparent;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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4TH NOVEMBER 2010&lt;br /&gt;
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Whether you believe it or not that, the first day when i see god on the earth is 16th august 1989. Mostly people call that god as &quot; MOM &amp;amp; DAD&quot;. These two persons on the earth always think for me &amp;amp; after that they think for themselves.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxt_liFjDXWeA3Gu3m7XROaeE_7iAvJrBFk7mgBKVEVPy7emZYjxYg6wiXpWrVgmD2LqIaWxilwT-Wzx9iYgjyD2hVVfni_PX2lk1s0JefvuMgG9Ux_WhVIO6FZz4pz3Uv10QRbPjyDZwe/s1600/_DSC0235.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;212&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxt_liFjDXWeA3Gu3m7XROaeE_7iAvJrBFk7mgBKVEVPy7emZYjxYg6wiXpWrVgmD2LqIaWxilwT-Wzx9iYgjyD2hVVfni_PX2lk1s0JefvuMgG9Ux_WhVIO6FZz4pz3Uv10QRbPjyDZwe/s320/_DSC0235.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When i come in this world I dont know how to talk, &amp;nbsp;how to walk, even i dont know what should i call to the person who gave me birth. They are the only persons who teach me how to put my first step on the floor. Iam very very thankful to them because they allow me to call them as &quot; MOM &amp;amp; DAD &quot;. These two persons are the &amp;nbsp; &quot; GOD &quot; &amp;nbsp;in the form of gift given by the god.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have listen somewhere that &quot; LOVE IS BLIND &quot; today i understand the meaning of it, this is absolutely right statement because ur mother start loving you, before seeing ur face.&lt;br /&gt;
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Whenever i want something from anywhere, i have to give many types of gaurantees &amp;amp; i have to pay something against that thing. But i dont understand that why this not happens when i want something from my dad, if i want something from my dad he just give that thing without asking for any gaurantees and all. This clearly explains that parents are somewhat different then other people.&lt;br /&gt;
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One day i am searching for the meaning of the word &quot; PARENTS &quot;. this word has infinite meanings :&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Parents are always there to lend you a shoulder to dry you tears.&lt;br /&gt;
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2.They are always there to provide you comfort without thinking for there own comfort.&lt;br /&gt;
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3.They are always there to forgive u, despite all the wrong u have done.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. They will inspire u to follow your evey dream, you won&#39;t be alone&lt;br /&gt;
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To my parents i will always say &quot;THANK YOU&quot; my haert is always be with u always.&lt;br /&gt;
Many times this happens that my father scolds me for breaking the rules, but this dosent mean that he don&#39;t love me, he loves me more than his own soul, what i think is that children are the another souls of the parents.&lt;br /&gt;
Our mom &amp;amp; dad provides us that loan which we will not able to pay in our whole lyf &amp;amp; even they never ask u to pay that loan. But they only want our love against that loan.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are many person in this world who always think that love can be done only with lovers, I just want to ask few questions from those persons that,&lt;br /&gt;
&quot; what is that when your mother comes to you &amp;amp; says please have your lunch?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;what is that when ur father says you that please call us if u are late?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;what is that when your father provides you everything on one demand?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;what is that when your mom not sleep when u are ill&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;what is that when brother says to his sister&quot; teri shadi ke baad main kis se ladunga?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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THIS IS ALL LOVE DEAR......&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;WHEN WE ARE KID OUR PARENTS HA DONE LOT FOR US EVEN NOW ALSO THEY CARE FOR US......NOW ITS OUR TURN&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;THERE IS A HEAVEN IN OUR PARENTS FEET, WE JUST HAVE TO FIND IT&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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above i have shared my own experience...........&lt;br /&gt;
please comment on it, if u want to add on it.......&lt;/div&gt;
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8TH MAY 2011,&lt;br /&gt;
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I am very very unhappy &amp;amp; sad. &amp;nbsp;I am missing &amp;amp; crying for my sister to be back. &amp;nbsp;I so wish i could have those &amp;nbsp;days back. There are many family members, our relatives &amp;amp; many other people who all are invited by us to attend the marrige.&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought i was not missing my sister but i am missing all those people who all we are invited. But i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
we have booked a &quot;HALL&quot; for the programs which are to be done before the marrige. We temporarily lives in that for 3 - 4 days. &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;i still feel its my sister whom i gonna miss. she had made a place in my heart which is not to be replaced by any other person or thing. she is the only person with whom i shared my every thing. It was very bad tym of my lyf which i am spenting without my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;On 5th of may all of my, &quot;4 BHUAJI&#39;S&quot; families, my cousion sisters family, my &quot;MAMA&#39;S&quot; family &amp;amp; my &quot;masi&#39;s family &amp;amp; my other relatives are together for the ladies sangeet. My sister is also with all of them with &amp;nbsp;&quot;MEHNDI&quot; in hands &amp;amp; feets. There is &amp;nbsp;a great smile on her face that i miss today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;There was a great party at that tym, some people are singing wedding songs, some people are dancing on the floor, even i was also dancing, at that tym I was just forgot that on 6th may my sister has to go in her law&#39;s family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Now that day comes for which all are waiting that is : 6th may 2011. &amp;nbsp;Today all are very happy even i was also haapy but don&#39;t know why my heart is in the fifth gear &amp;amp; beating very fast. I am just praying to god that &amp;nbsp;&quot;please &amp;nbsp;make that place as the world&#39;s best place, where my sister is going&quot; because i love my sister as much as my mother loves her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv5g1kGqZIaVsAqMnm-DrQNS5Z-i3lgxjeelsFg7maedaYjfjD_Ef3G4mTMdFF2xZyL1KmnLz3Ql9FsJV2Sx1e0RSo8_zKIgjOQeF2Y2Y9EebQ-DF78Mba7Ty5mzEBs5qTch3PDa2McZH4/s1600/263218_2209810961538_1135394611_32643606_3222742_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv5g1kGqZIaVsAqMnm-DrQNS5Z-i3lgxjeelsFg7maedaYjfjD_Ef3G4mTMdFF2xZyL1KmnLz3Ql9FsJV2Sx1e0RSo8_zKIgjOQeF2Y2Y9EebQ-DF78Mba7Ty5mzEBs5qTch3PDa2McZH4/s320/263218_2209810961538_1135394611_32643606_3222742_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Now, my loneliness is increasing with every hour spent, now slowly slowly that time comes near to me when my sister has to go. Its now 6.00 in the evening every one is getting ready for attending the marrige. even i was also very curious to see my sister as bride that is i was very excited to see my sister in the wedding dress. Till now i had seen many other girls in the wedding dress but i was not excited &amp;nbsp;to see that but dont know why this happens to me at the tym of my sister&#39;s &amp;nbsp;marrige.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Every thing is running smoothly, we have booked an banquet named &quot;REGAL PALACE&quot; for the marrige.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;We all reached there &amp;amp; waiting for the &quot;BARAAT&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;to come. its a very good enviornment at that place- a great decoration, a very beautiful stage, dj&#39;s in the center, many snacs &amp;amp; dinner items. Every one is busy in his/her own work, some one is busy in eating , some one is busy in dancing, some one is waiting for baraat to come, some one&#39;s are busy in chatting with others, overall its a very good atmosphere which is naturally created.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Now baraat had arrived &amp;amp; we started a custom called &quot;MILINI&quot; after the milini, there was a tym to call bride on the stage, that is now that tym comes when my sister has to be the attraction for others because everyone in the marrige is curious to see the &quot;BRIDE&quot;. Now my sister enters the hall &amp;amp; becomes &amp;nbsp;the attraction for all of the camera persons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now everyone is looking at my sister &amp;amp; at that tym i am crying very badly in my heart because i was not able to cry in front of others. But after some time i was not able to control my emotions &amp;amp; went to the wash room just to cry. I am just saying in my heart that &quot; hey sister please don&#39;t go&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Now i am back in the banquet, now there is tym for &quot;JAI MALA&quot;. Everyone is clapping at the tym of jai mala &amp;amp; on the DJ the song playeD is &quot;TERI RAB NE BANA DI JODI&quot;. Even i was also enjoying that movemet but my mind is somewhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Now its the dancing tym, both my &quot;sister&quot; &amp;amp; my &quot;jiju&quot; &amp;amp; other relatives are on dance floor. After the dancing there is tym comes when both groom &amp;amp; bride &amp;amp; other family members has to take dinner. now there is very peace in the hall, because DJ person has also packed his things. now there is no DJ, no talkings &amp;amp; only silence. Now after the dinner there is tym for custom called &quot; PHERE&quot; .By the time phere&#39;s are also completed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Now after the phere&#39;s there is the custom of &quot;TILAK&quot;, In this girl has has to tilak all his brother&#39;s. This moment in the hall was the very - very emotional moment, I was the first one to be &quot;TILAKED&quot; By my sister. My sister with her wet eyes put some kesar tilak on my fore head, that was the uncontrollable moment for me, i just hugged my sister very tightly &amp;amp; all my tears which are in heart till now was burst out, i had never cried that much before that in my whole lyf, at that tym i just dont want my sister to go anywhere, but this is not possible at all. all are family members are crying, many relatives are also crying. At that time i am thanking to god that &quot; thank god i have only one sister other wise i have to see all this again which is not possible for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Now every one is standing up just to perform the last custom of marrige that is &quot;BIDDAI&quot;. this word bidaai always touches my heart &amp;amp; that heart pushes some tears in my eyes. everyone is walking towards the exit gate of the hall &amp;amp; there is decorated car standing in front of the gate in which my sister has to sit &amp;amp; go to her new sweet home, now my sister sit&#39;s in the car &amp;amp; now all of the brothers have to push the car, as it is also the part of &quot;BIDDAI&quot;. Now everyone is moving there hands &amp;amp; saying bye to my sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;At last my sister&#39;s car gone &amp;amp; we are back to the place where we had stayed for the marrige. now everyone gone to there rooms for taking a sleep, but i was roaming in the hall &amp;amp; bursting out all my tears as i was alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Today all our relatives are back to there home, now there are only four members in my family but i am feeling loneliness as my sister is not with me, but i am happy that she is ok &amp;amp; happy in her new home &amp;amp; i pray to god &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;that &quot;HEY GOD PLEASE DON&#39;T MAKE HER SAD IN HER WHOLE LIFE&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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