I stepped into the united states right during the bust of the dot com boom bubble in 2000. I could not believe it when I heard stories of start up companies, formed in suburban garages with next-to-junk computers, that took over the global software scene and shook the wall street audience out of their slumber before eventually going down the slope with an equally torrid pace!

Why is it that every person dosen’t remember the simple things which bring happiness to them , which come their way without even asking or expecting about it and why is it that most of us crib about the things which we want, never happened?

We do cherish sweet memories, but many of us still complain about things which didn’t or don’t happen the way we want them to and get depressed. When talking about old memories , at some point in the conversation we’d say ‘ I wish it happened’ or ‘I wish my parents said ‘ … and later on we keep repeating those three words ‘ I just wish ‘, be it personal or professional.

You wake up early on that day with excitement… get all dressed up in one of your old clothes… sneak into your parents bedroom and apply colour on your parents face while they are still asleep…and wake them up by suddenly shouting ‘Happy Holi’ in their ears… you knock your neighbour’s door but they don’t open ‘coz your hands are all coloured… you go back home clean your hands n knock on everyone’s door… you trick them saying ‘mom sent these sweets’ … sneek in to your friends room slowly n shout ‘Happy Holi’ and colour their face… you wait on the stairs for your friends to gather… drag all the people out who are afraid of holi … throw water balloons filled with colour from your balcony on the people and hide immediately so that they don’t complain to your parents… your parents shout at you to go out and play ‘coz you are messing up the whole house with holi colours.

Holi is one such festival which i love a lot. When I was a kid, all my friends used to bring colours to the school

For those who dont understand what i said here it is “Cupid is the Strongest of all gods” and yes its pretty much true.Leave the impossible success of a relationship, leave reality which may take people faraway ! Its the sheer desire of men and woman that makes love as strong as it is right now.Well thats what my small narrations down here is going to be about. Its not a love story but yes its a story about love.

The story has two character the boy and the gal.And no ! they arent similar in any ways.Their choices and aspirations out of life

On this Happy Women’s Day,
I hope it is appropriate to make all know about
Holy Mother SRI SARADA DEVI (1853-1920):
If the motherly love inhabiting the hearts of all the mothers
in the world were to be put together and churned,
the nectar that would issue forth would perhaps
approximate to Sri Sarada Devi. Sri Ramakrishna left her
in this world to uphold the ideal of universal motherhood.
Born of humble and pious parents at the village of Jayarambati
in West Bengal on the 22nd December 1853, Sri Sarada Devi
grew up practically like any other village girl of those days
with little schooling but plenty of work at home and in the fields.
Though united with Sri Ramakrishna in wedlock at the age
of hardly six, she lived with her

……….A CRY………..
C_ertainly
R_ewards
Y_ou……..!

How?

A cry by a BABY,
…..gets Milk from Mother.
A cry by a CHILD,
…..gets a Chocolate / Holiday for School from Parents.
A cry by WIFE,
…..gets a Diamond Necklace or a Diamond Stud from Husband.
A cry by HUSBAND
…..gets Excuses from Wife for Sins committed & also to be committed.
A cry by US,
…..gets everything from GOD

Ever wonder how ppl in different countries drive?

One hand on steering wheel, one hand on horn
- Japan

One hand on steering wheel, one hand out of window.
- Sydney

One hand on steering wheel,