Touch My Heart

It is easier to criticize, but difficult to improve..!

2013-07-29T17:45:00.001+05:30

Once upon a time there was a painter who had just completed his course. He took 3 days and painted beautiful scenery. He wanted people's opinion about his caliber and painting skills.

He put his creation at a busy street-crossing. And just down below a board which read -"I have painted this piece. Since I'm new to this profession I might have committed some mistakes in my strokes etc. Please put a cross wherever you see a mistake."

While he came back in the evening to collect his painting he was completely shattered to see that whole canvass was filled with X's (crosses) and some people had even written their comments on the painting.

Disheartened and broken completely he ran to his master's place and burst into tears.

This young artist was breathing heavily and master heard him saying “I’m useless and if this is what I have learnt to paint I'm not worth becoming a painter. People have rejected me completely. I feel like dying"

Master smiled and suggested "My Son, I will prove that you are a great artist and have learnt flawless painting. Do as I say without questioning it. It WILL work."

Young artist reluctantly agreed and two days later early morning he presented a replica of his earlier painting to his master. Master took that gracefully and smiled.

"Come with me." master said.

They reached the same street-square early morning and displayed the same painting exactly at the same place. Now master took out another board which read -"Gentlemen, I have painted this piece. Since I'm new to this profession I might have committed some mistakes in my strokes etc. I have put a box with colors and brushes just below. Please do a favor If you see a mistake, kindly pick up the brush and correct it."

Master and disciple walked back home.

They both visited the place same evening. Young painter was surprised to see that actually there was not a single correction done so far.

Next day again they visited and found painting remained untouched. They say the painting was kept there for a month for no correction came in!

Conclusion:

It is easier to criticize, but DIFFICULT TO IMPROVE!

So don't get carried away or judge yourself by someone else’s criticism and feel depressed...

Judge yourself...You are Your best Judge!!

Emotional Conversation between Pencil and Eraser

2013-06-28T12:55:00.000+05:30

Pencil: I'm sorry....

Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.

Pencil: I'm sorry...You always get hurt because of me. Whenever I have made a mistake,

you're always there to erase it, but as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.

Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this.

I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day,

I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with

my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.

I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational.

Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil. They're always

there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way...

they get hurt, and become smaller (older, and eventually pass on). Though their

children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy

with what they do for their children, and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.

Even crazy looking problems are sometimes real

2013-04-24T10:20:00.000+05:30

A complaint was received by the Pontiac Division of General Motors:

'This is the second time I have written to you, and I don't blame you for not answering me, because I sounded crazy, but it is a fact that we have a tradition in our family of Ice-Cream for dessert after dinner each night, but the kind of ice cream varies so, every night, after we've eaten, the whole family votes on which kind of ice cream we should have and I drive down to the store to get it. It's also a fact that I recently purchased a new Pontiac and since then my trips to the store have created a problem.

You see, every time I buy a vanilla ice-cream, when I start back from the store my car won't start. If I get any other kind of ice cream, the car starts just fine. I want you to know I'm serious about this question, no matter how silly it sounds "What is there about a Pontiac that makes it not start when I get vanilla ice cream, and easy to start whenever I get any other kind?"

The Pontiac President was understandably skeptical about the letter, but sent an engineer to check it out anyway.

The latter was surprised to be greeted by a successful, obviously well educated man in a fine neighborhood. He had arranged to meet the man just after dinner time, so the two hopped into the car and drove to the ice cream store. It was vanilla ice cream that night and, sure enough, after they came back to the car, it wouldn't start.

The engineer returned for three more nights. The first night, they got chocolate. The car started. The second night, he got strawberry. The car started. The third night he ordered vanilla. The car failed to start.

Now the engineer, being a logical man, refused to believe that this man's car was allergic to vanilla ice cream. He arranged, therefore, to continue his visits for as long as it took to solve the problem. And toward this end he began to take notes: He jotted down all sorts of data: time of day, type of gas used, time to drive back and forth etc.

In a short time, he had a clue: the man took less time to buy vanilla than any other flavor. Why? The answer was in the layout of the store. Vanilla, being the most popular flavor, was in a separate case at the front of the store for quick pickup. All the other flavors were kept in the back of the store at a different counter where it took considerably longer to check out the flavor.

Now, the question for the engineer was why the car wouldn't start when it took less time. Eureka - Time was now the problem - not the vanilla ice cream!!!! The engineer quickly came up with the answer: "vapor lock".

It was happening every night; but the extra time taken to get the other flavors allowed the engine to cool down sufficiently to start. When the man got vanilla, the engine was still too hot for the vapor lock to dissipate.

Even crazy looking problems are sometimes real and all problems seem to be simple only when we find the solution, with cool thinking. What really matters is your attitude, perception and sincere efforts.

Nail In The Fence : Anger Control

2013-01-11T14:51:00.000+05:30

Once upon a time there was a little boy who was talented, creative, handsome, and extremely bright. A natural leader. The kind of person everyone would normally have wanted on their team. But he was also self-centered and had a very bad temper. When he got angry, he usually said, and often did, some very hurtful things. In fact, he seemed to have little regard for those around him. Even friends. So, naturally, he had few. “But,” he told himself, “that just shows how stupid most people are!”

As he grew, his parents became concerned about this personality flaw, and pondered long and hard about what they should do. Finally, the father had an idea. And he struck a bargain with his son. He gave him a bag of nails, and a BIG hammer. “Whenever you lose your temper,” he told the boy, “I want you to really let it out. Just take a nail and drive it into the oak boards of that old fence out back. Hit that nail as hard as you can!”
Of course, those weathered oak boards in that old fence were almost as tough as iron, and the hammer was mighty heavy, so it wasn’t nearly as easy as it first sounded. Nevertheless, by the end of the first day, the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence (That was one angry young man!). Gradually, over a period of weeks, the number dwindled down. Holding his temper proved to be easier than driving nails into the fence! Finally the day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper at all. He felt mighty proud as he told his parents about that accomplishment.

“As a sign of your success,” his father responded, “you get to PULL OUT one nail. In fact, you can do that each day that you don’t lose your temper even once.”
Well, many weeks passed. Finally one day the young boy was able to report proudly that all the nails were gone.

At that point, the father asked his son to walk out back with him and take one more good look at the fence.

“You have done well, my son,” he said. “But I want you to notice the holes that are left. No matter what happens from now on, this fence will never be the same. Saying or doing hurtful things in anger produces the same kind of result. There will always be a scar. It won’t matter how many times you say you’re sorry, or how many years pass, the scar will still be there. And a verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. People are much more valuable than an old fence. They make us smile. They help us succeed. Some will even become friends who share our joys, and support us through bad times. And, if they trust us, they will also open their hearts to us. That means we need to treat everyone with love and respect. We need to prevent as many of those scars as we can.”

A most valuable lesson, don’t you think? And a reminder most of us need from time to time. Everyone gets angry occasionally. The real test is what we DO with it.

If we are wise, we will spend our time building bridges rather than barriers in our relationships.

Biggest Weakness can become Biggest Strength

2012-12-26T17:30:00.001+05:30

This story is especially for those people who think that they are weak in something or feel that they cannot do something because they are weak.

A 10-year-old boy decided to study judo despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident.

The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn't understand why, after three months of training the master had taught him only one move.

Boy asked teacher, "Shouldn't I be learning more moves?" "This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you’ll ever need to know, “Teacher replied.

Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training. Several months later, Teacher took the boy to his first tournament. Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third match proved to be more difficult, but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one move to win the match. Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals.

This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger, and more experienced. For a while, the boy appeared to be over-matched, concerned that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out. He was about to stop the match when the teacher intervened. "No," the teacher insisted, "Let him continue." Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake: he dropped his guard. Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament.
He was the champion. On the way home, the boy and teacher reviewed every move in each and every match. Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind.

"Teacher, how did I win the tournament with only one move?"

"You won for two reasons," the teacher answered. "First, you've almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. And second, the only known defense for that move is for your opponent to grab your left arm."

The boy’s biggest weakness had become his biggest strength.

Moral: Sometimes we feel that we have certain weaknesses and we blame God, the circumstances or ourselves for it but we never know that our weaknesses can become our strengths one day. Each of us is special and important, so never think you have any weakness, never think of pride or pain, just live your life to its fullest and extract the best out of it!

Have Faith In Love

2012-12-05T12:06:00.004+05:30

It was raining for more than a week, so much rain it made everyday seemed so restless and gloomy. She called and said she was coming up. It was the third time she came up to see me that week. I carried her excuse of why she came all the way here and went to meet her at the nearby seven-eleven. She was standing there alone, carrying her red umbrella.

Her friend had dropped her off. It was raining and she was shivering. She looked weak
and fragile in the harsh rain, wearing not enough to keep her warm.

She said, "I miss you."

I told her coldly, "Let’s go, I'll take you home."

She did not open up her umbrella; I knew she wanted to share mine.

I said, "Open up your umbrella, andlet’s go."

Unwillingly, she opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the car. She said she hadn't eat lunch or dinner and asked if we could stop at some place to eat.

Right away I answered with a stoned heart, "No!"

Disappointed, she asked me to take her to the train station; she said she would take the train back home.

Maybe it was the rain, all the trains were full of people with umbrellas and suit cases who were eager to get home, not caring about who just passed by. We waited and waited, she looked at me innocently. Being together for so long, of course I knew what she meant. I understand how she must feel when she came all this way here in this kind of weather and I treat her like this. With her soft eyes staring at me, I felt guilt and wanted to let her stay for the night.

But reality struck again, I said to her coldly, "Let's go try the other train station."

We were living in the same apartment building, on the same floor. Back then there were four of us, and we got along well. We would always eat dinner together, watch movies, and sometimes go camping. We were more like a family, but I didn't know I would end up falling in love with the only girl of the four. Maybe it was during the last year of college, having living together for two years, we developed deep feelings for each other. After she graduated she went back home, and I stayed for one more year to finish school. During that year I was only able to take the train down to see her on holidays, but never for long. That was how we kept the treasured relationship.

We were walking along the side of the road. She was in front of me and I was right behind her. Her umbrella had a broken spoke. She looked liked a wounded soldier, carrying her rusted rifle walking weakly. Many times, she was too into thinking or whatever she was doing, drifting off the road, she almost got hit by the cars passing by. I wanted to just take her in my arms, but with the love I had for her and the constant pain in my stomach, I did nothing. On the way, we passed by the park where we use to always go.

She begged and said, "Let’s go in the park just for a little while please, I promise I'll go home right after this."

With her begging, my cold heart softened, but I still put up an annoyed face and walked in the park. I was just sitting on the benches looking like I wanted to leave. She went to the big oak tree and she was looking for something. I knew she was looking for what we wrote on that tree with a silver ink pen half a year ago. If I remember it right, it said, "Chris and Susan was here, Chris had tea and Susan was drinking hot chocolate. Hope Chris and Susan would always remember this day, always loving each other, forever." She was looking around for quite a while, and then she came back slowly with tears on her face.

She said, "Chris, I can't find it, it's not there anymore."

I felt so sour inside; there was a stream of pain, flowing into my heart, the kind of pain I've never felt before. But all I could do was pretend I didn't care, and said, "Can we go now?"

I opened up my big black umbrella, she was just standing there, didn't want to leave yet, hoping there was still a chance. She said, "You made up the story of you and that other girl didn't you? I know I frustrate you sometimes, but I'll change, can't we start over?"

I didn't say a word, just looked down and shook my head. After that we just kept on walking towards the train station, didn't say a word to each other.

Four years ago, the doctor said I had cancer, but it was found early, so it was still curable. Thinking that it was okay, I started living my normal life again, and even forgot about the cancer. I didn't think about the cancer again and did not go back to the doctor. Until a month ago, my stomach was hurting for two weeks straight, and the nightmare awakened me again. First I thought the pain would go away, but it grew stronger until to the point that I couldn't take it anymore. I went back to the doctor and took an X-ray. The picture came out and there was a big black spot, which proved the truth that I did not want to believe. I was at the most glittering part of my life, but it was coming to an end. I wanted myself and the people around me to go through the least pain possible, so I decided to commit suicide. But I couldn't let people find out about my intentions, especially Susan, the person I love the most in this whole world, who still doesn't know about the truth. Susan was still young; she shouldn't have to go through this. So I made up some stories and lied to her. It was a cruel thing to do, and it broke her heart, but it was the fastest way to wipe out three years feelings. I didn't have much time, because I would soon start to lose hair and she would find out eventually. But now I'm close to succeeding, this drama would soon be over. Thirty minutes more this would all come to an end that was what I had in mind.

The train had stopped running so I called a taxi for her. We were just standing there, waiting, losing our last moments in silence.

I saw the taxi from far away; I held my tears and said to her, "Take care of yourself, take good care of yourself."

She didn't talk, just nodded lightly, and then opened up her misshaped umbrella and stepped out on the street. Out in the rain, we became two single life forms, one red, one black, so far away from each other. I opened the door for her and she got in, then I close the gate that would separate me from her forever. I stood by the car, staring in the dark window, at the first love in my life, also the last one, walking out of my life. The car started, driving into the street. Finally I couldn't hold my sorrow and the twist in my heart any longer, waving my arms rapidly chasing after the taxi, because I knew, this would be the last time I see her. I wanted to tell her I still love her, I wanted to tell her to stay, I wanted to tell her so much, but the taxi had already turned in the corner. Warm tears kept falling down my face, blended with the cold rain drops. I was cold, not because of the rain. I was cold inside.

She left, and I didn't get anymore of her phone calls even until today. I know she didn't see my tears, because they were washed away by the rain. I left without regrets. But I'm not Chris, I'm that girl Susan, using my memory, and his diary I found after one year since he left, writing down these last words.

Hi BR! Am really touched by what u told me, If only I could do something so that u can be together again... I can only pray for u, my dear friend. Be courageous! Really, there r some people in this world that doesn't know the value to be loved truly. OK, don't rush on her, give her some time to think, it might be that both of u have gone through a very traumatizing situation, it's going to be sunshine in your life soon. If u love truly and u have faith in your love, no one can stop u. God bless u n your love!!!

What We Want ? Cup or Coffee

2012-11-28T15:32:00.001+05:30

A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor.

Conversation between them soon diverted towards complaints about stress in work and their life.

The professor went into the kitchen and came with a large pot of coffee and had different kinds of cups with him. The cups were made up of plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some glittering. The professor asked the students to have coffee.

After some time all the students had a cup of coffee in their hand. The professor said: 'If you would have noticed, all the nice looking, glittering and expensive cups were taken up firstly, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. Although it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the actual source of your problems and stress. Actually all of you really just wanted was the coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best and nice looking cups and were staring each other's cups.
Now if the life is coffee, then the money, job and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, but the quality of Life doesn't change. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee in it.'

Don't let the cups drive you, enjoy the coffee instead.

Heart touching Love Quotes Collection

2012-11-27T15:57:00.002+05:30

10 Heart touching Love Quotes Collection

1) "You wondered how you'd make it through. I wondered what was wrong with you. Because how could you give your love to someone else, yet share your dreams with me? Sometimes the only thing you're looking for, is the one thing you can't see." - Vanessa Williams

2) "Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go." - Herman Hesse

3) "Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing." - Anais Nin

4) "It is better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all." - Samuel Butler

5) "I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived." - Margaret Mitchell

6) "What love we've given, we'll have forever. What love we fail to give, will be lost for all eternity." - Leo Buscaglia

7) "We enjoy warmth because we have been cold. We appreciate light because we have been in darkness. By the same token, we can experience joy because we have known sadness." - David Weatherford

8) "If you live to be 100, I want to live to be 100 minus one day, so I never have to live without you." - Winnie the Pooh

9) "I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love." - Mother Teresa

10) "You can shed tears that she is gone,

or you can smile because she has lived.

You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back,

or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.

Your heart can be empty because you can't see her,

or you can be full of the love you shared.

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,

or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember her only that she is gone,

or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.

You can cry and close your mind,

be empty and turn your back.

Or you can do what she'd want:

smile, open your eyes, love and go on." - David Harkins

Related Terms : Emotional Quotes, Heart Touching Sad Quotes

Collection of Sad Love Quotes/ Sad SMS / Sad Love Lines

2012-11-26T13:01:00.001+05:30

Collection of Sad Love Quotes/ Sad SMS / Sad Love Lines

1. Just because you know someone would wait for you forever doesn't mean you can let them wait that long.

2. The greater your capacity to love, the greater is your capacity to feel the pain.

3. Every heart has a pain. Only the way of expressing it is different. Fools hide it in eyes, while the brilliant hide it in their smile.

4. When people can walk away from you, let them walk. Your destiny is never tied to anybody who left.

5. We always thought we'd look back on our tears and laugh, but we never thought we'd look back on our laughter and cry.

6. Love is as delicate as glass; once broken it can be fixed, but there will always be cracks.

7. It is hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember.

8. If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay.

9. One of the worst things that can happen to a person is to be forgotten by someone they will never forget.

10. It is hard to wait around for something you know might never happen, but it's even harder to give up when it's everything you want.

11. Waiting for you is like waiting for rain in a drought useless and disappointing.

12. Never let him have the satisfaction of knowing you will always be there waiting.

13. There are songs that make you sad when you hear them. But it aren't the songs that make you sad, it are the people behind the memories.

14. Never make someone a priority, when all you are to them is an option.

15. The hardest things to let go of are the things you never really had.

16. It is hard to take a role in someone's life when you're not even part of the script.

17. The most painful part of leaving the person you love is that they'll never come after you.

18. I hate the way that, even though I've moved on, you still sneak into my mind.

19. It hurts to let go, but sometimes it hurts more to hold on.

20. I hate being second to those I put first.

21. Love that we cannot have is the love that lasts the longest, hurts the deepest, and feels the strongest.

22. Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together.

23. When my absence doesn't alter your life, then my presence has no meaning in it.

25. Should I smile because you're my friend or cry because that's all we'll ever be?

26. Of all the lies I've heard, "I love you" was my favorite.

27. You never really stop loving someone. You just learn to live without them.

28. Some people come into our lives, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never the same.

29. Break my heart destroy my soul and leave me crying, I would still love you and I won’t expect you to love me in return.

30. Falling in love is awfully simple, but falling out of love is simply awful.

31. The hottest love has the coldest end.

32. I don't know why they call it heartbreak. It feels like other part of my body is broken too.

33. Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.

34. As soon as forever is through, I'll be over you.

35. The best way to mend a broken heart is time and girlfriends.

36. Cry as I may, these tears won't wash away.

37. We always ignore the ones who adore us, and adore those who ignore us.

38. The hardest thing to do is waking up without you.

39. He taught me how to love, but not how to stop

40. When I’m alone, and no one can see, Tears from behind my eyes, Every time you glance at me, A part inside of me dies Knowing it can never happen, Knowing it can’t be true, Shatters my heart and my world, All I want is to be with you.

Funny Conversation lines between Boy and Girl : Part 2

2012-11-21T12:54:00.000+05:30

continued from previous collection. Funny conversation between boy and girl

Boy : I'd like to call you. What's your number?
Girl : It's in the phone book.

Boy : But I don't know your name.
Girl : That's in the phone book too.

Boy : Hey, baby, what's your sign?
Girl : Do not Enter

Boy : I know how to please a woman.
Girl : Then please leave me alone.

Boy : I want to give myself to you.
Girl : Sorry, I don't accept cheap gifts.

Boy : Your body is like a temple
Girl : Sorry, there are no services today.

Boy : I hope you didn't hurt yourself when fell to earth from heaven.
Girl : No, but it looks like you landed on your face!

Boy : Phoebe says I'm pretty. Rachael says I'm ugly. What do u think, Monica?
Girl: A bit of both. I think you're pretty ugly.

Boy: You remind me of the sea.

Girl : Because I'm wild, romantic and exciting?

Boy : NO, because you make me sick.

Girl : WTF.....

Girl : I think the poorest people are the happiest.

Boy : Then marry me and we'll be the happiest couple.

The Gift Of Love

2012-11-09T10:23:00.001+05:30

The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with the white cane made her way carefully up the steps. She paid the driver and, using her hands to feel the location of the seats, walked down the aisle and found the seat he'd told her was empty. Then she's settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane against her leg.

It had been a year since Petra became blind. Due to a medical misdiagnosis she had been rendered sightless, and she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness, anger, frustration and self-pity. 'How could this have happened to me?' she would plead, her heart knotted with anger. But no matter how much she cried or ranted or prayed, she knew the painful truth, her sight was never going to return. A cloud of depression hung over Petra's once optimistic spirit. All she had to cling to was her husband Sean.

Sean was an Air Force officer and he loved Petra with all his heart. When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and was determined to help his wife gain the strength she needed to become independent again.

Finally, Petra felt ready to return to her job, but how would she get there? She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by herself. Sean volunteered to drive her to work each day, even though they worked at opposite ends of the city. At first, this comforted Petra and fulfilled Sean's need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure about performing the slightest task. Soon, however Sean realized that this arrangement wasn't working - it was hectic, and costly.

Petra is going to have to start taking the bus again, he admitted to himself. But just the thought of mentioning it to her made him cringe. She was still so fragile, so angry. How would she react? Just as Sean predicted, Petra was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again. "I'm blind!" she responded bitterly. "How am I supposed to know where I'm going? I feel like you're abandoning me."

Sean's heart broke but he knew what had to be done. He promised Petra that each day he would ride the bus with her until she got the hang of it.

And that is exactly what happened. For two solid weeks, Sean, military uniform and all accompanied Petra to and from work each day. He taught her how to rely on her other senses to determine where she was and how to adapt to her new environment. He helped her befriend the bus drivers who could watch out for her, and save her a seat. Each morning they made the journey together, and Sean would take a cab back to his office.

Although this routine was even more costly and exhausting than the previous one, Sean knew it was only a matter of time before Petra would be able to ride the bus on her own. Finally, Petra decided that she was ready to try the trip on her own. Monday morning arrived, and before she left, she threw her arms around Sean, her temporary bus riding companion, her husband, and her best friend. Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty, his patience, his love. She said good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday.... Each day on her own went perfectly, and Petra had never felt better.

On Friday morning, Petra took the bus to work as usual. As she was paying for her fare to exit the bus, the driver said, "Boy, I sure envy you." Petra wasn't sure if the driver was speaking to her or not. After all, who on earth would ever envy a blind woman who had struggled just to find the courage to live for the past year? "Why do you envy me?"

The driver responded, "It must feel so good to be taken care of and protected like you are." Petra had no idea what the driver was talking about, "What do you mean?" The driver said, "You know, every morning for the past week, a fine looking gentleman in a military uniform has been standing across the corner watching you when you get off the bus. He makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches you until you enter your office building. Then he blows you a kiss, gives you a little salute and walks away. You are one lucky lady."

Tears of happiness poured down Petra's cheeks. For although she couldn't see him; she had always felt Sean's presence. She was blessed, so blessed, for he had given her a gift more powerful than sight, a gift she didn't need to see to believe - the gift of love that can bring light where there had been darkness.

"You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her"

10 Cute Teddy Bear Images Collection

2012-02-16T09:24:00.000+05:30

10 Cute Teddy Bear Images Collection

30 Roses Best Lovers Pack Wide Wallpapers

2012-02-11T10:06:00.000+05:30

30 Roses Best Lovers Pack Wide Wallpapers

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Today First Time...!!!

2012-01-27T18:10:00.000+05:30

Eyes closed, lost within my clothes, I struggled through the sleeve to pass my hand through. I thought you would come and help me out but you didn't; the first time I wore my clothes myself!

Waiting at the table, staring at the empty chair, I thought you would come and feed with me with your hands. Specious, I waited but you didn't come. Wandering how to hold a spoon, I struggled to eat with dropping cereal and wet clothes; the first time I ate my breakfast myself!

The intrepid sense that you would come started waning. With the strident hours of the days making out what to do and what not; finally I realized how erroneous I was to wait for you. And then it was that I started crying; the first time I cried!

Rolling on the bed, deserted by sleep, I needed your lull, a hand to pat and fingers to pass through my hairs. I was so afraid of darkness, I wanted to tell you but you didn't come. When my little hands could not reach the button to switch on the lights, I hid myself under sheets and cried myself to sleep. Remembering the sleeping prayer you used to recite, I managed broken words of prayers; the first time I prayed myself!

I watched the neighbor’s girl playing on her mother's lap, I wandered once again, whether you would come or not? Realizing the truth; the first time I felt so lonely!

Growing up gradually, I applied your lipstick. Not knowing how to, I scribbled it over my lips. Looking at the infamy of my face, I thought how it would be to have you do my makeup!

Cleaning up my messy room, struggling through the junk, I felt weak and tired. Miserable with it, leaving things as it were, I cried for help. When no one came, I somehow packed the sheets under the bed and cleaned the mess. I was surprised by my work; the first time I did my room myself!

Hurriedly working in the kitchen, ouch, I burned my hand. With tears all over my face, eating the burnt toast, I quenched my hunger. Bandaging my hand inappropriately, the first time I felt so much pain!

Wrapping within my teens, turning audacious day by day, with no one to ask I went out at bars and returned late at nights. With no one to scold or punish; the first time I felt so homeless!

Climbing at the stage to take my black cap, I searched for you to clap and cheer. But I saw no one. With the desire to hear you say, "I'm proud of you!" first time I felt immaterial.

With all my friends living in a hostel for higher studies, we had to manage meals on our own. Everyone moaned and cried for help from someone to cook, I didn't; the first time I felt so independent!

Waking up in the morning, everyone found it tough with no one to stand at their head and wake them, they all got late for classes. I didn't; the first time I felt so responsible!

I grew up doing things and doing nothing much. At my wedding, everyone cried and wept, I did not! The first time I felt so courageous!

Today, teaching my children the lessons of life — the different ways like others do not; the first time I feel you around myself and then realize that you were always there, making me learn the way to live more and more.

Today for the first time, I didn't cry that you are not with me but smiled at the thought that how you were still always there and is still there with me...!

I love you mom!

Story Of Regret

2012-01-27T18:04:00.000+05:30

There was this guy who believed very much in true love and decided to take his time to wait for his right girl to appear. He believed that there would definitely be someone special out there for him, but none came.

Every year at Christmas, his ex-girlfriend would return from Vancouver to look him up. He was aware that she still held some hope of re-kindling the past romance with him. He did not wish to mislead her in any way. So he would always get one of his girl friends to pose as his steady whenever she came back. That went on for several years and each year; the guy would get a different girl to pose as his romantic interest.

So whenever the ex-girlfriend came to visit him, she would be led into believing that it was all over between her and the guy. The girl took all those rather well, often trying to casually tease him about his different girlfriends, or so, as it seemed! In fact, the girl often wept in secret whenever she saw him with another girl, but she was too proud to admit it. Still, every Christmas, she returned, hoping to re-kindle some form of romance. But each time, she returned to Vancouver feeling disappointed.

Finally she decided that she could not play that game any longer. Therefore, she confronted him and professed that after all those years, he was still the only man that she had ever loved. Although the guy knew of her feelings for him, he was still taken back and has never expected her to react that way. He always thought that she would slowly forget about him over time and come to terms that it was all over between them. Although he was touched by her undying love for him and wanted so much to accept her again, he remembered why he rejected her in the first place-she was not the one he wanted. So he hardened his heart and turned her down cruelly.

Since then, three years have passed and the girl never returned anymore. They never even wrote to each other. The guy went on with his life..... Still searching for the one but somehow deep inside him, he missed the girl. On the Christmas of 1995, he went to his friend's party alone. "Hey, how you come all alone this year? Where are all your girlfriends? What happened to that Vancouver babe who joins you every Christmas?” asked one of his friend. He felt warm and comforted by his friend's queries about her, still he just surged on.

Then, he came upon one of his many girlfriends whom he once requested to pose as his

He wanted so much to ignore her..... Not that he was impolite, but because at that moment, he just didn't feel comfortable with those girlfriends anymore. It was almost like he was being judged by them. The girl saw him and shouted across the floor for him. Unable to avoid her, he went up to acknowledge her.

"Hi......how are you? Enjoying the party?" the girl asked.

"Sure.....yeah!” he replied.
She was slightly tipsy.....must be from the whiskey on her hand. She continued,
"Why...? Don't you need someone to pose as your girlfriend this year?" Then he answered, "No, there is no need for that anymore......"

Before he can continue, he was interrupted, "Oh yes! Must have found a girlfriend! You haven't been searching for one for the past years, right?" The man looked up, as if he has struck gold, his face beamed and looked directly at the drunken girl. He replied, "Yes......you are right! I haven't been looking for anyone for the past years."

With that, the man darted across the floor and out the door, leaving the lady in much bewilderment. He finally realized that he has already found his dream girl, and she was.....the Vancouver girl all along! The drunken lady has said something that awoken him.

All along he has found his girl. That was why he did not bother to look further when he realized she was not coming back. It was not any specific girl he was seeking! It was perfection that he wanted, and yes.....perfection!!

Relationship is something both parties should work on. Realizing that he had let away someone so important in his life, he decided to call her immediately. His whole mind was flooded with fear. He was afraid that she might have found someone new or no longer had the same feelings anymore..... For once, he felt the fear of losing someone.

As it was Christmas evening, the line was quite hard to get through, especially an overseas call. He tried again and again, never giving up. Finally, he got through......precisely at 12 midnight. He confessed his love for her and the girl was moved to tears. It seemed that she never got over him! Even after so long, she was still waiting for him, never giving up.

He was so excited to meet her and to begin his new chapter of their lives. He decided to fly to Vancouver to join her. It was the happiest time of their lives! But their happy time was short-lived. Two days before he was supposed to fly to Vancouver, he received a call from her father. She had a head-on car collision with a drunken driver. She passed away after 6 hours in a coma.
The guy was devastated, as it was a complete loss. Why fate did played such cruel games with him? He cursed the heaven for taking her away from him, denying even one last look at her! How cruel he cursed! How he damned the Gods...!! How he hated himself....for taking so long to realize his mistake!! It was in 1996…!!

The moral of this story is:

Treasure what you have...
Time is too slow for those who wait;
Too swift for those who fear;
Too long for those who grief;
Too short for those who rejoice;
But for those who love...
Time is Eternity.

For all you out there with someone special in your heart, cherish that person, cherish every moment that you spend together that special someone, for in life, anything can happen anytime. You may painfully regret, only to realise that it is too late.

Most Beautiful Heart

2012-01-27T17:56:00.000+05:30

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine.”

The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.

The people stared - how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought?

The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed.

"You must be joking," he said.

"Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears.”

"Yes," said the old man,

"Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you.

You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared. Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side.

How sad it must be to go through life with a whole heart.

Love of Life-Time

2012-01-27T17:51:00.000+05:30

It all started when I was 16 years old. While I was playing outside on my farm in California, I met a boy. He was an average kind of boy who teased you and then you chased them and beat them up. After that first meeting in which I beat him up, we kept on meeting and beating each other up at the fence. That only lasted for a little while though. We would meet at the fence all the time and we were always together. I would tell him all my secrets. He was very quiet he would just listen to what I had to say. I found him easy to talk to and I could talk to him about everything. In school we had separate friends but when we got home we would always talk about what happened in school.

One day I said to him that a guy I liked hurt me and broke my heart. He just comforted me and said everything would be okay. He gave me words of encouragement and helped me get over him. I was happy and thought of him as a real friend. But I knew that there was something else about him that I liked. I thought of it that night and figured it was just a Friend kind of thing that I was feeling. All through high school and even through graduation we're always together and of course I thought of it as being friends. But I knew deep inside that I really felt differently.

On graduation night even though we had different dates to the prom I wanted to be with him. That night after everybody went home; I went to his house and wanted to tell him that I wanted to see him. Well, that night was my big chance and all I did was just sit there with him watching the stars and talking about what I was going to do and what he was going to do. I looked into his eyes and listened to him talk about what his dream was. How he wanted to get married and settle down. He said how he wanted to be rich and successful. All I could do was to tell him my dream and cuddle next to him. I went home hurting because I didn't tell him how I was feeling. I wanted to tell him so bad that I loved him but I was too scared and frightened. I let my feelings go and told myself that someday I would tell him just how I felt. All through college I wanted to tell him but he always had someone with him.

After graduation he got a job in New York; I was happy for him but at the same time I was sad to see him go. I was sad also because I didn't tell him how I felt. But I couldn't let him know now that he was leaving for his big job. So I just kept it to myself and watched him go on the plane. I cried as I hugged him for what I felt was going to be the last time. I went home that night and cried my eyes out. I felt hurt that I didn't tell him what I had inside my heart. Well, I got a job as a secretary and then worked my way to a computer analyst. I was proud of what I had accomplished.

One day I got a letter with an invitation to a wedding. It was from him; I was happy and sad at the same time. Now I know that I could never be with him and that we could only be friends. I went to the wedding the next month. It was a big occasion. It was a big church wedding with the reception at a hotel. I met the bride and of course I talked to him too. I fell in love one more time. But I held back so it wouldn't spoil what should be the happiest day in his life. I tried to have fun that night but it was killing me inside watching him being so happy and me trying to be happy covering up my sadness tears inside of me. I left New York feeling that I did the right thing. Before I left on the flight, he came running out of nowhere and said his good-byes and how he was very happy to see me. I came home and just tried to forget about what went on in New York. I had to go on with my life.

As the years went on, we wrote to each other on what was going on and how he had missed talking to me. On one occasion he never wrote back to me at all. I was getting worried as to why he hadn't written anything for a long time after I had already written 6 letters to him. Well, just when everything seemed hopeless and sad in my life;

I got a note that said: "Meet me at the fence where we used to talk about things". I went and saw him there. I was happy to see him, but he was broken-hearted and sad inside. We hugged until we couldn't breathe anymore. Then he told me about the divorce and why he hadn't written for a long time. He cried until he couldn't cry anymore. Finally, we went back to the house and talked and laughed about what I had been going and to catch up on old times. But in all of this, I couldn't tell him how I felt about him. In the days that followed, he had fun and forgot about all his problem and his divorce.

I fell in love again with him. When it came time for him to leave back to New York, I went to see him off and cried. I hated to see him leave. He promised to see me every time he could get a vacation. I couldn't wait for him to come so I could be with him. We would always have fun when we were together. One day he didn't show up like he said he would. I figured that he might have been busy. The days turned into months and I just forgot about it. Then I got a call one day from a lawyer in New York. The lawyer said that he had died in a car accident going to the airport, and that it took this long till everything was settled. It broke my heart. I was shocked about what took place.

Now I knew why he didn't come that day. Again, I was broken-hearted. I cried that night, cried tears of sadness and heartache. I asked questions: "Why did this happen to a kind guy like him?" I gathered my things and went to New York for the reading of his will. Of course, things were given to his family and his ex-wife. I finally got to meet her since the last time we met at the wedding. She explained to me how he was and how he always provided. But he was always unhappy. She would always try everything but she couldn't get him happy, as he was that night at their wedding. When the will was read, the one thing that was given to me was a diary. It was a dairy that of his life. I cried as it was given to me. I didn't know what to think. Why was this given to me? I took it and flew back to California.

As I flew on the plane I remembered the good times that we had together. I started reading the diary and what was written. The diary was started with the day we first met. I read on till I started to cry. The diary told of him saying that he had fallen in love with me that day I was broken-hearted. But he was too afraid to tell me what he had felt. That is why he was so quiet and liked to listen to me. It told of how he wanted to tell me so many times, but was too afraid to say anything. It told of when he went to New York and fell in love with another. How the happiest time he had was seeing me and dancing with me at the wedding. He said he imagined it was our wedding. How he was always unhappy till he had no choice but to divorce his wife. How the best time in his life was to read the letters written to him by me. Finally, the diary ended when it said, "today I will tell her I love her". It was the day he was killed. The day I was going to finally find out what was really in his heart. So the moral of the story, if you love someone, don't wait till tomorrow to tell him/her. Maybe the next day will never come at all.

Love Life and Ego

2012-01-27T17:42:00.000+05:30

"Sometimes love is for a moment, sometimes love is for a lifetime
Sometimes a moment is a lifetime."

Once upon a time there was an island, where all the feelings lived together.

One day there was a storm in the sea and the island was about to get drowned.
Every feeling was scared but Love made a boat to escape.
Every feeling boarded the boat. Only 1 feeling was left.
Love got down seeing who it was...
It was EGO...

Love tried and tried but ego wasn't moving also the water was rising.
Every one asked love to leave him and come in the boat, but love was made to love.

At last all the feelings escape and Love dies with ego on the island...

Love Dies because of EGO.

So,
Kill ego
and
Save Love...

What Is Love : Survey Of 4-8 Year Old Kids

2012-01-27T17:37:00.000+05:30

Since a very long time ago, people have searched for the meaning of love. But even the great philosophers, with their profound definitions, could not fully touch its true essence. In a survey of 4-8 year old, kids share their views on love. But what do little kids know about love? Read on and be surprised that despite their young and innocent minds, kids already have a simple but deep grasp of that four-letter word.

"Love is that first feeling you feel before all the bad stuff gets in the way."

"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."

"When someone loves you, the way she says your name is different. You know that your name is safe in her mouth."

"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."

"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."

"Love is when someone hurts you. And you get so mad but you don't yell at him because you know it would hurt his feelings."

"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."

"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."

"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My mommy and daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss but they look happy and sometimes they dance in the kitchen while kissing."

"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."

"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate."

“When you tell someone something bad about yourself and you're scared she won't love you anymore. But then you get surprised because not only does she still love you, she loves you even more."

"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, and then he wears it everyday."

"Love is like a little old woman and little old men who are still friends even after they've know each other so well."

"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."

"Love is-if you hold hands and sit beside each other in the cafeteria. That means you're in love. Otherwise, you can sit across from each other and be okay."

"Love is when mommy gives daddy the best piece of chicken."

"Don't feel so bad if you don't have a boyfriend. There's lots of stuff you can do without one."

"Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."

"If you want somebody to love you, then just be yourself. Some people try to act like somebody else, somebody the boy likes better. I think the boy isn't being very good if he does this to you and you should just find a nicer boy."

"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day"

"When you're born and see your mommy for the first time.

"Love is what makes people hide in the dark corners of movie theaters."

"Love goes on even when you stop breathing and you pick up where you left off when you reach heaven."

"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."

"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."

"You have to fall in love before you get married. Then when you're married, you just sit around and read books together."

"I let my big sister pick on me because my Mom says she only picks on me because she loves me. So I pick on my baby sister because I love her."

"Love cards like Valentine's cards say stuff on them that we'd like to say ourselves, but we wouldn't be caught dead saying."

"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you."

"You never have to be lonely. There's always somebody to love, even if it's just a squirrel or a kitten."

"You can break love, but it won't die."

I Love You Not

2012-01-27T17:26:00.001+05:30

Boy: Baby, we need to talk.
Girl: Ricardo, what do you mean?
Boy: Something has come up...
Girl: What? What's wrong? Is it bad?
Boy: I don't want to hurt you, baby.
Girl: *Thinks* Oh my God, I hope he doesn’t break up with me... I love him so much.
Boy: Baby, are you there??
Girl: Yeah, I'm here. What is so important??
Boy: I'm not sure if I should say it...
Girl: Well, you already brought it up, so please just tell me.
Boy: I'm leaving...
Girl: Baby, what are you talking about?? I don't want you to leave me, I love you.
Boy: Not like that, I mean I'm moving far away.
Girl: Why? All of your family lives over here.
Boy: Well, my father is sending me away to a boarding school far away.
Girl: I can't believe this.

[FATHER: (Picks up the other phone, interrupts & yells furiously
ERICA! what did I tell you about talking to boys?!!!... Get off the
damn phone!! (And hangs up)]

Boy: Wow, your father sounds really mad.
Girl: You know how he gets, but anyways, I don’t want you to go.
Boy: Would you run away with me?
Girl: Baby, you know I would, I would do anything for you, but I can't... You don't know what would happen if I did. My dad would kill me!
Boy: *Sad* It's okay.. I understand, I guess..
Girl: *Thinking*I can't believe what's going on.
Boy: I need to give you something tonight, because I am leaving on
flight 1-80 in the morning, so I need to see you now.
Girl: Okay, I will sneak out & meet you at the park.
Boy: Okay, I'll meet you there in 20 minutes.
[They meet at a nearby park, they both hug each other. And he gives
her a note.]
Boy: Here you go, this is for you. I got to go.
Girl: *Tear* (Begins to cry.)
Boy: Baby, don’t cry, you know I love you... But I have to go.
Girl: Okay (Begins to walk away.)

[They both go back home. And Erica begins to read the letter he gave her]
It says...
"Erica,

You probably already know that I'm leaving; I knew this would be better if I wrote a letter explaining the truth about how much I care about you. The truth is, is that I never loved you, I hated you so much, you are my b**** and don’t you ever forget that. I never cared about you, and never wanted to talk to you, and be around you. You really have no clue how much I hate you. Now that I'm leaving I thought you should know that I hate you, b****. You never did the
right thing, and you were never there. I didn’t think I could hate someone as much as I hate you. And I never want to see you, for the rest of my life, I will never miss kissing you like before, I never want to cuddle up, how we used to. I will not miss you and that's a promise. You never had my love, and I want you to remember that. B****, you keep this letter because this may be the last thing you have from me. F***, I hate you so much. I will not talk to you soon bitch... Goodbye.
- Ricardo"

[Erica begins to cry, she throws the paper in the garbage & cries for hours]
... A day passes, she is sad, depressed and she feels so lonely... Then she gets a phone call....
Friend: How are you feeling?
Girl: I just can’t believe this happened... I thought he loved me.
Friend: Oh, about that. Ricardo left me a message, a few days ago. He told me to tell you to look in your jacket pocket or something...
Girl: Umm... Okay.
[She finds a piece of paper in the jacket,
It says:
"Baby I hope you find this before you read my letter. I knew your dad might read it, so I switched a few words...
Hate = Love
Never = Always
B**** = Baby
Will not= will
.... I hope you didn't take that seriously because I love you with all my heart, and it was so hard to let you go that’s why I wanted you to run away with me... -Ricardo"]
Girl: Oh my God! It's a letter... Ricardo does love me! He must have slipped it into my pocket when he hugged me. I can't believe how stupid I am!!

Friend: lol Okay but I got to go... Call me later.
Girl: *happy*okay, bye, I'll be at home waiting for my baby to call me!

... Erica turns the T.V. on......
[Breaking news] "An airplane has crashed. Over 47 young boys died, we are still searching for survivors... This is a tragedy we will never forget; this plane was flight 1-80... it was on its way to an all boys boarding school..." the Reporter says.
[She turns off the T.V. ... 3 days later, she kills herself, because of the fact that Ricardo was dead & she had nothing to live for...]

... A day after that the phone rings. Nobody answers. It was Ricardo; he called to leave a message. "Its Ricardo, I guess you're not home so, I called to let you know that I'm alive, I missed my flight because I had to see you one last time. So, I hope you are not worried. I am staying for good.

I would take a bullet for her

2012-01-27T17:19:00.001+05:30

Boy- hey, hun…
girl- hey
boy- I missed u at school today, y weren't u there?
girl- yeah, I had to go to the doctor.
boy- Oh, really? Why?
girl- oh nothing, annual shots, that’s all.
boy- oh
girl- so what did we do in math 2day?
boy- u didn’t miss any thing that great.......just lots of notes
girl- OK... good
boy- yeah
girl- hey I have a question......
boy- OK... ask away
girl-........how much do u love me?
boy- u know I love u more than anything
girl- yeah.....
boy- y did u ask?
girl-................>silence <..........
boy- is something wrong?
girl- no nothing at all
boy- good.
girl- ..............how much do u care about me?
boy- i would give u the world in a heartbeat if i could.
girl- u would?
boy- yeah.........of course i would >sounding worried < is there something wrong??
girl- no, everything is fine......
boy- are u sure?
girl- yeah.
boy- ok.......I hope so.
girl- ..............would u die for me?
boy- i would take a bullet for u any day, hum
girl- really?
boy- any day. Now seriously, is there something wrong???
girl- no I’m fine, you r fine, we're fine, everyone’s fine.
boy- ............ok
girl-......................well i have to go ill c u 2morrow at school.
boy- alright, bye. I LOVE YOU.
girl- yeah, I love u 2, bye.

THE NEXT DAY AT SCHOOL:

boy- hey, have you seen my g/f 2day?
Friend- no..
boy- oh..
friend- she wasn’t here yesterday either.
boy- I know, she was acting all weird on the phone last night.
friend- well dude u know how girls are sometimes
boy- yeah........but not her.
friend- I don’t know what else 2 say, man.
boy- k well I got to get 2 English, ill c you after school.
friend- yeah I got to get to science class..

THAT NIGHT:
-ring-
-ring-
-ring-
-ring-
girl- hello?
boy- hey
girl- oh, hi.
boy- y weren't u at school 2day?
girl- uh.......i had another doctor appointment.
boy- are u sick?
girl- ..................um i have 2 go, my mom's calling on my other line.
boy- ill wait.
girl- it may take a while, ill call u later.
boy-........alright, i love u hun.
very long pause <

girl- (with tear in her eye) look, i think we should break up.
boy- what???
girl- its the best thing for us right now.
boy- y????
girl- i love u.
click <

THE GIRL DOESN'T COME TO SCHOOL FOR 3 MORE WEEKS, AND DOESN'T ANSWER HER PHONE.

boy- hey dude
friend- hey
boy- what’s up
friend- nothing, hey have u talked 2 your ex lately?
boy- no
friend- so u didn’t hear?
boy- hear what?
friend- um I don’t know if I should be the one to tell u......
boy- dude, tell me
friend- uh....call this number....433-555-3468
boy- ok............

BOY CALLS NUMBER AFTER SCHOOL

-ring-
-ring-
-ring-
voice- hello, County hospital, this is nurse Petra,
boy- uh.......I must have the wrong number, I’m looking for my friend.
Voice- what is her name, sir?
(boy gives info)
voice- yes, this is the right number, she is one of our patients here.
boy- really? y? What happened??? How is she???
voice- her room number is ..646, in building A, suite 3.
boy- WHT HAPPENED??!!!!
voice- please come by sir and you can see her, goodbye.
boy- WAIT! NO!
*dial tone*

BOY GOES TO HOSPITAL, AND TO ROOM ..646, BUILDING A, SUITE 3. GIRL IS LYING IN THE HOSPITAL BED.

boy- Oh my god… are u ok??
girl- .................
boy- sweetie!! Talk to me!!
girl- I..........
boy- u what?? U WHT???
girl- i have cancer and I’m on life support
boy- .....................>breaks into tears <......................
girl- they're taking me off 2night
boy- y??
girl- I wanted 2 tell u but I couldn’t
boy- y didn’t u tell me????
girl- I didn’t want 2 hurt u.
boy- u could never hurt me
girl- I just wanted 2 c if u felt bout me as the same I felt bout u.
boy- ?
girl- I love u more than anything, i would give u the world in a heartbeat. I would die for you and take a bullet for you.
boy- ...........
girl- don’t be sad, I love u n ill always be here w/u
boy- then you would u break up w/me?
nurse- young man, visiting hours are over.

BOY LEAVES, GIRL IS TAKEN OFF LIFE SUPPORT, AND DIES.

but what the boy didn't know is that the girl only asked him those questions so she could hear him say it one last time, and she only broke up w/him because she knew she only had 3 more weeks to live, and thought it would cause him less pain and give him time to get over her before she died.

NEXT DAY

the boy is found dead with a gun in his hand...With a note in the other...
THE NOTE SAID:

I told her I would take a bullet for her....
just like she said she would die for me...

Funny Conversation lines between Boy and Girl

2012-01-25T09:52:00.000+05:30

These are some funny conversation lines between boy and girl.

click here : Part 2

Boy : Hi!didn't we go on a date once? Or was it twice?
Girl : Must've been once.I never make the same mistake twice!!!

Boy : May I have the pleasure of this dance?
Girl : No,I'd like to have some pleasure too!!!
Boy : How did you get to be so beautiful?
Girl : I must've been given your share!!!

Boy : Is it hot in here or is it just you?
Girl : It's hot!!!

Boy : I'd go to the ends of the world for you!
Girl : Okay, but would you stay there?

Boy : Will you come out with me this Saturday?
Girl : Sorry! I'm having a headache this weekend!!!

Boy : Your face must turn a few heads!
Girl : And your face must turn a few stomachs!!!

Boy : Go on ,don't be shy.Ask me out!
Girl : Okay,get out!!!

Boy : I think I could make you very happy
Girl : Why,are you leaving?

Boy : What would you say if I asked u to marry me?
Girl : Nothing. I can't talk and laugh at the same time!!!

Boy : Can I have your name?
Girl : why,don't you already have one?

Boy : Shall we go and see a film?
Girl : I've already seen it!!!

Boy : Do you think it was fate which brought us together?
Girl : Nah,it was plain bad luck!!!

Boy : You know I can't seem to get your face out of my mind.
Girl : Wow really, I have a similar problem I cant seem to get you out of my face!!!

Boy : When I look at your face, I can't hold my self down..
Girl : And when I look at your face I can't seem to keep my food down!

Boy : You know when they made u they must have broken the mold.
Girl : Yeah and when they were making you must have leaked out of your mold!!

Boy : Roses are red, Violets are blue, could there be anyone as beautiful as you?
Girl : Roses are red, Violets are blue, I'm sure there's no-one as ugly as you!

Boy : Did you miss me while I was away??
Girl : Were you away??

Boy : Who was that girl I saw you kissing last night??
Girl : What time was it??

GIRL : Darling, I want to dance like this forever..
BOY : Don't you ever want to improve??

BOY : I would go to the end of the world for you!
GIRL : Yes, but would you stay there??

Boy : I'm a photographer I've been looking for a face like yours!
Girl : I'm a plastic surgeon .I've been looking for a face like yours!!!

BOY : I love you and I could die for you!
GIRL : How soon??

Boy : Say you love me! Say you love me!
Girl : You love me...

Boy : When we get engaged will you give me a ring??
Girl : Sure, what's your phone number??

Girl : Do you remember when you proposed to me, I was so Overwhelmed, I couldn't speak for an hour..
Boy : Yes Darling, that was the happiest hour of my life...

Boy : Darling, I want to dance like this forever..
Girl : Don't you ever want to improve??

Boy : Do you have a phone number I can reach you on?
Girl : Sorry, telephones are against my religion!!!

Boy : Haven't I seen you someplace before?
Girl : Yeah, that's why I don't go there anymore.

Boy : Is this seat empty?
Girl : Yes, and this one will be too if you sit down.

Learn to Forgive in Difficult Times

2012-01-10T16:47:00.000+05:30

A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the apple of their eyes.

When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for work so he asked the wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. The mother, preoccupied in the kitchen, totally forgot the matter.

The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle and, fascinated with its color, drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed, the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband.

When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just four words.

What do you think were the four words?

The husband just said "I Love You Darling"

The husband's totally unexpected reaction is proactive behavior. The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he have taken time to keep the bottle away, this will not have happened. No point in attaching blame. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.

Sometimes we spend time asking who is responsible or who to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know. We miss out some warmth in human relationship in giving each other support. After all, shouldn't forgiving someone we love be the easiest thing in the world to do? Treasure what you have. Don't multiply pain, anguish and suffering by holding on to forgiveness.

If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world.

Take off all your envies, jealousies and unwillingness to forgive, selfishness, and fears and you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think.

Valentine's Day (St Valentine's Day, February 14th)

2012-01-08T11:39:00.000+05:30

Valentine's Day History


14th Feb : Valentine's Day

There are varying opinions as to the origin of Valentine's Day. Some experts state that it originated from St. Valentine, a Roman who was martyred for refusing to give up Christianity. He died on February 14, 269 A.D., the same day that had been devoted to love lotteries. Legend also says that St. Valentine left a farewell note for the jailer's daughter, who had become his friend, and signed it "From Your Valentine". Other aspects of the story say that Saint Valentine served as a priest at the temple during the reign of Emperor Claudius. Claudius then had Valentine jailed for defying him. In 496 A.D. Pope Gelasius set aside February 14 to honor St. Valentine. Over time, February 14 has become the date for exchanging love messages and a celebration of St. Valentine, the patron saint of lovers. The date is marked by sending poems and simple gifts, such as flowers, to loved ones and secret loves. By far, Valentine's Day Flowers are the most popular gift today.

St Valentine's Story

Let me introduce myself. My name is Valentine. I lived in Rome during the third century. That was long, long ago! At that time, Rome was ruled by an emperor named Claudius. I didn't like Emperor Claudius, and I wasn't the only one! A lot of people shared my feelings.

St Valentine's Day Roses

Claudius wanted to have a big army. He expected men to volunteer to join. Many men just did not want to fight in wars. They did not want to leave their wives and families. As you might have guessed, not many men signed up. This made Claudius furious. So what happened? He had a crazy idea. He thought that if men were not married, they would not mind joining the army. So Claudius decided not to allow any more marriages. Young people thought his new law was cruel. I thought it was preposterous! I certainly wasn't going to support that law!

Did I mention that I was a priest? One of my favorite activities was to marry couples. Even after Emperor Claudius passed his law, I kept on performing marriage ceremonies -- secretly, of course. It was really quite exciting. Imagine a small candlelit room with only the bride and groom and myself. We would whisper the words of the ceremony, listening all the while for the steps of soldiers.

One night, we did hear footsteps. It was scary! Thank goodness the couple I was marrying escaped in time. I was caught. (Not quite as light on my feet as I used to be, I guess.) I was thrown in jail and told that my punishment was death.

I tried to stay cheerful. And do you know what? Wonderful things happened. Many young people came to the jail to visit me. They threw flowers and notes up to my window. They wanted me to know that they, too, believed in love.

One of these young people was the daughter of the prison guard. Her father allowed her to visit me in the cell. Sometimes we would sit and talk for hours. She helped me to keep my spirits up. She agreed that I did the right thing by ignoring the Emperor and going ahead with the secret marriages. On the day I was to die, I left my friend a little note thanking her for her friendship and loyalty. I signed it, "Love from your Valentine."

I believe that note started the custom of exchanging love messages on Valentine's Day. It was written on the day I died, February 14, 269 A.D. Now, every year on this day, people remember. But most importantly, they think about love and friendship. And when they think of Emperor Claudius, they remember how he tried to stand in the way of love, and they laugh - because they know that love can't be beaten!