Malaysian Airlines MH370

Thermonuclear astrophysics , time travel , black holes : these words are so damn fascinating. We endeavor to unleash the abstruse secrets of the unseen. But still we are so paralyzed against the natural forces. There are uncountable number of examples where we have been proven just as equivalent to a toddler trying catch the stars. The simple truth is he cant. Latest archetype being Malaysian airlines MH370. Can you believe, we failed badly finding a plane of colossal dimensions on our home planet. Well i am a very negligible entity where countries like China and USA are involved. But let me take you to the mind of two people : one sitting in that plane and the other in Malaysia waiting eagerly for any news.
 THE ONE BOARDING THE PLANE :- That night he did not sleep or rather he was not able to sleep. Because every time he covered the eye with the super-cilium , the same anticipation came rushing to his brain which opened the way for a new estuary to flow down his cheeks. "Who will take care of my mother. I must not leave her. But then where will the money come from . How will i pay for the operation." He got up from the bed to assure if his mother was in sleep or not. He kept standing there for a while. She was the person who devoted her entire life to him. Being a single parent the burden was double. Now the estuary has turned into a flooding river. He sat near the feet of his mother , lowered his head and took hold of her heavenly feet . He closed his eyes. He did not know exactly when the sleep embraced him. Just resting your head on a mothers feet can do such a charm. It was time to leave now. He still dint want to go. The same age old war between heart and mind , logic and love. But here logic has to overcome love. " passengers boarding the plane MH370 report at the check-in " . His heart beat was thrust-ed by the release of adrenaline . He was putting an increased effort to breath normally, pleading his eyes to wait for few more seconds before letting it go. It was very hard for him to take hold of that document briefcase now. He put on his goggles for some cover. But lost to the human-ness . Just as he turned away from his mother he broke up. But succeeded in his promise of not shedding tears in front of his mother. His mind was continuously presenting facts and the result of this action to calm the heart and it succeeded also. Its very easy to falsify your heart. Just after two hours of flight , an emergency announcement was made " passengers are requested to put on their oxygen masks and seat belt . The plane has encountered some problem ". His worst fear flooded his mind. Will i be able to see my mother again. How will she pay for the medicine. Who will take her to the doctor. Will he be able to sleep in her lap again. There was nothing he can do now. He took a paper and wrote something on it and put it in his pocket. The pilot himself came to announce this time " its over now. No possibility left for safe landing. We have to crash land the plane in Indian ocean." you know what is it like to be informed that you are gonna die. Your complete life flashes in your head in seconds. Every thing you did , everyone you love. He was not sad because it was over. He was sad for the helplessness of his mother. She would not be able to hear this news. The time came. Blue Waters was everywhere. The impact was so hard for everyone but for him it was nothing. He knew the wait to meet his mother will not be very long. Every part of the plane broke into pieces. There was that piece of paper also floating , written on that " please don't skip your medicines mom , your son " . The man knew that paper will not reach up-to his mother and it didn't.
 HIS MOTHER :- Frightened by the very cogitation of living without her son , that night was very hard for her to pass. She was just changing positions from right to left to right. There was no one by her side to share the pain. She just wanted to embrace him as she did when he first took his breath in the world. She heard something in the corridor and closed her eyes swiftly. It was her son standing there at the door. After a while he came close and sat near her feet. It was very hard to control now. She covered her face with one hand as in sleep. He slept after some time in that very position. She did not sleep the whole night as to accidentally wake up his son. She stood at the entry looking at her child. Thinking of stopping him " son please don't go ". But knew it would just make things worst. So she controlled emotions which were forcing to hug her child till eternity. " passengers boarding the plane MH370 report at the check-in ". Her blood pressure was at peak though it was very bad for her health. But the promise of not crying in front of each other was barring her. She knew his son was also putting efforts to do the same. She broke up as he turned , came down to her knees. She knew he would not turn now. The salty water made way through the face and down to the soil. But before this drop of tear touched the ground the angels around her and in the heaven dropped their tears and it touched the ground before hers in the form of rain. They knew what the future was. BREAKING NEWS - MH370 went off the radar. Just as this news flashed . The white angel of death knocked on her door. Its harshly painful to loose someone dear . But imagine the condition of people who still don't know where their loved ones are. Someone's brother ,someone's son ,someone's father ,someone's friend. We can just pray to the lord to give them patience. 

The Guy Who Made The Angels Wait..

The last bullet entered his flesh, finally meeting her sisters and the disciplined blood ooze out to felicitate their meeting. The uniform was rejoicing the divine bathing. This uniform made the angles and their heaven wait for so long and finally God getting ready for the meeting with the brave. The man of steel tried to make paradise wait further but the the limitations of human body exceeds his soul's strength. He is one of the few individuals who cry while going to the heaven. His last words entitle him with the word martyr, he asked the mother land for apology for his short tenure of service. After filling the hell, angles get the honor of taking his soul to the paradise. At his funeral his coffin gets wrapped with the tricolor, the spokes aligned in such a direction that it seems they have joined the saluting regime. The sound of the salute firing seems so melodious as if the armory is singing the good bye song. After few days his mother receives his belongings , the first privileged thing is his uniform as it gets the opportunity to feel those hands which have nourished the steel body . The dam of strength breaks apart which  hold gallons of tears. She noticed the cap and feels it, it was like the hairs of her son which she used to comb. The badges and medals reminds her of his school days. Then she spends hours talking to him, understanding his feelings through a window named diary. The sentence "I love you mom" serves as a mirror of his love . The great soul resting in God's lap seeing this gets restless and asks God to send him to wipe her tears. But God explains the laws of nature to him. The mother sits with her eyes closed so that she can close the window of nostalgia. The only reward she gets is the title of martyr's mother in exchange of both red and transparent fluid. 

A Father To Teachers

"You had a problem why my daughter laughs a lot. Please permit me to mention here that now her unfortunate father is searching for her lost smile for the last few months." Rahul Verma writes an open letter to the teachers of his daughter. Read full text here:
http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/home/ opinion/edit-page/An-open-letter-to-the- teachers-of-my-daughter/articleshow/ 32374884.cms?utm_source=faceboo k.com&utm_medium=referral
SOURCE- THE TIMES OF INDIA

Little Bit Happiness

Getting two candies in a single pack of alpenleibe , finding a long lost coin underneath a bed , feeling like the king of word after answering a simple question in class , finishing the class work before your pals. Well , as you all would have figured out these are very diminutive episodes of our life but having a high impact on our daily lives. I chose to call them ' choti choti khushiyaan' . So by definition these are those occurrences in our day to day life which last for only a few seconds and are ignored by most of us. But for some cheerful folks these makes us happy as a kid. As for me and those who choose to give life a closer look. They are able to enjoy those minute things which gives them a healthy break from our fast and competitive lives. Here are some of those choti choti khushiyaan- two chicks on finding out the fact that they are dressed up in same color. Lending someone your assignment to copy. Grabbing two extra pieces of cake in a birthday party. Giving ur seat to a beautiful girl in a metro thinking that she will ask for your number. There are lots and lots of events happening in our individual lives. Life gives everyone chances to smile. It is upon you whether you are taking your life too seriously and afterwards blaming it on the cruelty of life . Yeah ! I choose to smile when the rain drops fall on my hair rather than making faces and grunting. I choose to smile giving my place to an old lady . I choose to be happy giving a beggar some bugs. I choose to smile when that mad woman comes to me and ask for tea. Let me tell you the secret of a happy life. Adopt the phrase ' choti choti khushiya ' and then try giving life a smile. Yea yea i know some of you would say , " come on ! It will make us look mad" . I am not asking to every little heck of a thing. But do smile. I give my smile to that rainbow which smiles in the sunny sky after the rains. I also try forming that vibgyor reflection on my lab desk and then showing to everyone ," hey look its a rainbow " to this one of my friends replies ," huh! Choti choti khushiyaan " . I also smirk in return and then we both give our medicinal chemistry a hard laugh. (Sorry sir) :) Mark

I Can Speak English!

In India English is more than a language. It is considered as an status symbol, a symbol of literate and if you don't know how to speak English then my friend you will be considered as illiterate. Yes this is the mentality of a particular class of people, a class which has a characteristic of speaking a sentence in Hindi and English simultaneously. You must have observed the people of that class they speak like " I am about to reach huda city center..tu vahi hai na??". You must have listened to other phrases like " aunty may I talk to Nancy" aunty says " no dear she is out of town..is there any message for her" , girl says " nahi aunty bas puchna tha ki vo school kab aaegi". Come on you nightingale I would be very pleased to know if you wanna speak English then why didn't you translated the next sentence in English?. You will also notice that girls are a majority in speaking English class. Please allow me to illustrate an incident it was few years back I attended a career counselling session, there were more than 100 people attending that session , an IAS officer was guiding us. People started questioning in english, may be they want to show that they are also literate well enough but in the midst of that blah blah, my ears were attracted towards a simple sort of voice which was processed as Namaste by my brain. He said " manyavar Maine BHU se sanatak ki hai Kya ...... my ears were blocked by the first six words of his. I said to my friend " bhai BHU se graduation!!" . We both knew the value of Banaras Hindu university. I must tell you pal it is the paradise of higher education, if you get admission in BHU then the neighborhood aunty who was a constant visitor on the result day will rush to Himalayas and attain Samadhi. His first six words bombed the English speaking channels of others as we all were slackers. And I bet our 'literacy' level was nothing in front of that man. He may not be knowing the other lands' language but his degree was enough to blow the socks of our degrees. I don't understand why people convey a sentence which is a hybrid of two languages and if you are expecting an answer from me then why don't mention at the end that in what language you want my answer, should I cross breed two or produce a result of mutation of one?. Next time make sure you maintain the dignity of a language, if you want to speak English then complete the whole sentence in it. Personally I feel comfortable in Hindi because I learnt this language without reading tenses and Shakespeare. Sorry girls!

SUPERHUMAN (part-I)

He is above Bruce Wayne of Batman, Wolverine of X-Men. He is more intelligent than Tony Stark of Avengers, he is much smarter than Mr. Belfort our very own wolf of the wall street. In nutshell all heroes are nothing in front of him. And here God is a wrong answer. He is found in every family functions marriages, birthday parties, ceremonies, religious functions, you just name an event and he is there. The jack of all, the binder of two families, the troubleshooter, the most loved, the most modest, the protector. I can't assign him a name and to define him precisely is next to impossible pals. They are different from the crowd but you can't recognize them until you have eyes to notice them. They are the people who wage wars against themselves as other people are not eligible to participate in competition. Ok let's have a clear view, have you noticed the best friend of Romeo who is always there for the couple?,  he is so reliable that the Romeo can ask him for help even if the US forces are against him. He is also there in road rages, the person who solves the case before the police arrives. He plays pranks in marriages when he is young and as age advances he is the most responsible person. The pressure absorb-er. He face the ultimate problems which groom him. He has also experienced the worst case scenarios, think this, when you say that you had a close look into ferocious mouth of a tiger and if he is around then your valiant feat is nothing my mate as he will come close to you and say "son when you again meet that tiger ask him who brushes his teeth daily" and his modesty will remain intact. Now are you getting what kind of a person am I  talking about?. He is the person who is present in last rites of almost everyone, his eyes never dare to shed a drop as life has made his heart rock strong, an impact of demise of an individual is not enough to break him. He stands above all odds and mind you he is not a man without feelings because he is always there to console others. He is so experienced that even the priest consult him. He is extremely social, always there for you. He never get tired come what may. You can flaunt your degrees in front of him but he has a particular question to make you rush to covers, he may not be graduate but my friend God has hardwired him with victory. You can test him in your ally and he is always game..(to be continued)...

Nature's charm..( short description)

I am travelling from ooty to Coimbatore and my foreigner friend is constantly trying to capture every bit of nature's own territory where enormously huge trees are bathing in sunlight and small trees are receiving the checked sunlight same as parents offer things to their children after inspection and my bus is facing hair pin curve everytime the big hand of my wrist watch completes its half journey because of age old mountains. Still my friend is busy with his phone recording , even his most advanced gadget is not able to compensate the amount of love mother nature has showered on my country this makes me feel proud and gives a clear cut idea that why green colour has been given privilege to be a part of tricolour and yes I am busy fixing issues with my ears..

A magic spell !!

How are you pals? I am sure you are vibrating high energies..aren't you? and I am good too. You must be wondering why am I trying to engage you in a conversation with me as you are here to read. No because we are conversing. Yes don't you think reading is a silent conversation?. Think over it. Meanwhile I am in my mood again, I am in a mood of love, my heart is filled with unconditional love. Yesterday I was thinking how much time we spend on our better halves, girlfriends and boyfriends. Most of us never give a thought about our brothers and sisters. They are the one who know better about us, better than anybody else. They are the unsung angles of happiness in our lives. I can faintly recall when my sister was born, eyes and fist closed like a surprise waiting for me. Then she grew older her cuteness was the centre of attraction. Oh how can I forget this one, in kindergarten I went to my class teacher and said "mam meri choti behen hui hai, mei jaldi
Jau". Sometimes I wonder how lucky the kindergarten teachers are, isn't it awesome that you are always surrounded by innocence in this world of wolves?. She grew older and that gave me a designated post of a elder, but a elder whose command to his cadet was nothing. Yes, she didn't obeyed me, she should as I was crowned elder by the almighty himself. But her yelp overruled the decision of God as her yelp made my crown a rubber stamp, whatever I take in my hand her cry snatched it from me, it was like you take a toy to recruit it in your fantasy so that you can kill your enemies and then BOOM it vanishes and you see a figure taking that vital piece of equipment from you and give it to a toddler, mummy the weapon you took from me to give to a novice made the struggle long but as usual I won. Then the school days, I felt embarresed to take her to school with myself, I don't know why I did so but I did. At home in night we fought for mum's tummy, it was my territory since 5 long years but now the Hastinapur
was dived in two, with few droplets in my lenses I swallowed this. Then we both grew older taking nutrition of both tears and laughs. I don't know when we became the best of friends, I indirectly shared my quarrels, my mistakes and not at all my love. Yeah I didn't shared anything about love, you know a little margin of risk is there, what if she narrates the whole plot of your love to mom or dad?? Then all the armoury required to make a child do what parents want will be well utilized. We never shared deep seeded emotions because at that age your emotions are evil for society you see. And that sense of responsibility that you are idol for you younger sister, if you go wrong what will she learn they said. We don't know what is there in our hearts but still there is a bond strong. The reason for this great amount of love is that a invisible and strong magic power possessed by both of us , the spell which we can only use on each other the spell which yields all hidden feelings, a spell which translates unspoken words, a spell similar to the conversation of an infant and mother in which the noisy cry becomes classical music for another or a simple view of each other soothes both of them, a simple smile of mother puts the crying baby on silent mode which was not possible by others.

the cart man

Yesterday eve i saw a man in his late fifties desperately trying to pull a cart full of cement bags . There were around 8 -9 such bags and each of them weighing around 40-50 kgs. The road was very uneven full of craters making it hard for him. He had a rubber tube going around his shoulder and tied to the cart like thing. He was full of sweat running down his face. He was doing it for some 25-30 bugs. I tried to had a closer look on his face. You would have easily spotted various lines of worries on his forehead, Underlined by sweat. His eyes was still as if made of rock. They were trying desperately to control the feelings but you know its very difficult to do that. His sleeves were the witness of his hardwork. Everytime he would raise his one shoulder to wipe out the sweat and he would do this alternately. The rubber tube was making a permanent tattoo like thing on his sholder. His back had become red. As if the blood in his veins were just to blow out. Hands as tough as iron bars, face describing more than 'monalisa' painting and than ' the afghan girl' picture awarded as the best picture taken. First i thought of capturing that atrocity but then i thought it would cause disrespect to that man. My words cant describe what a picture can. But i have not seen any other face or creature with that awful mix of emotion. I just pushed his cart aiding him from behind. He greeted me with a little smile and i moved on. (marc)

Missing Someone !! (sand In A Fist )

Your caress. Your eyes asking for help in the most silent way. Your unsuccesful movement of tongue to say my name. I miss the look on your face whenever i entered the room and u tried to speak to me. I dont know whether you can hear me now and i dint knew whether you heard me when you lay there looking at me with thousands of unexplained emotions. Like a book i m desperate to read but i dont know the language. I wish i had talked to you rather than sleeping in those cozy nights or when i spent the whole night doing any work. I remember the first day of my kindergarden when i was crying hard and you hugged me. I was not letting you go. I want to hug you in the same way now. I just want you to call my name once,just once. I could give anything to spend a moment with you. I know thats impossible but if i knew i would not have slept that night. I would have spent the whole night with your hands in mine. I would have passed hours just trying to read those eyes, caressing your hair, your broad forehead. I knew you were in pain but i was helpless. I knew you were asking for help but i couldnt. The reflex shutting of your eyes when the physician injected you is flashing before my eyes. The memory of your last smile is getting fade, like a winter morning haze. I am trying hard to regain the view, but i failed everytime and the only thing which comes to my eyes is your sad face. There are a lot of things i wanted to tell you. I once took five rupee coin from your pants without telling you. I should not have forced you to do things. I find myself guilty of your condition to an extent. I should have taken care of you in more better manner. I am missing you dad in every little manner, i am missing that expression of yours when i asked for money, i am missing that scolding of yours when i did something wrong. Now when i do something bad or immoral it looks to me that you will come from behind and scold me tighlty. But alas you are not there to scold me. Please talk to me just once. Say my name just once. I miss your smile and that laugh when i showed you my results. When i do something good now you are not there to give me a smile. I want to learn walking once again holding that finger of yours. I want to say aloud your name thinking that u would reply. I know that All of that atempt of mine are futile. I can just pray to God that he unites me with you in the hereafter. AMEN (Marc)

An Indian Train Odessey

On sunday I had to pay an unplanned visit to my home city. I didn't even had time to arrange a waiting ticket. So i just bought a general ticket and took the seat no 7 in a sleeper coach which belongs to tc. I was feelin smart. The phenomenon being natural as i saved 400 rs. Till the time my train departed the sleeper coach had been transformed to a full packed general coach. My motive of writing this blog being describing the scene of my compartment. The compartment was so full, everysoul must have been praying that they dont have to visit the washroom in the whole journey. If one, in case left his place whether the sitting one or standing one he would not land on his place back safely. Besides me was sitting a mother with her small girl child. The girl was very cute and smart. Her whole journey passed just in one thing. Watching outside the window and more than that describing every little damn thing that her retina scanned. Her favourate two pet words being "jungli janwar". After every description and little fairy tale stories she would say "haina mumma". Her mother would just smile and nod her head. After every fixed interval of few minutes she would turn her head just to analyze if any food vendor was nearby. And after a satisfactory scan she would get back to her duty.her mother was so down to earth to offer me food as i was making these observations. I smiled and waved my head to symbolize a no. In that very moment the following things were happening- a man mixing his tobacco and his eyes fixed upon a beautiful girl sitting on the upper birth. A labourer sitting still without any movements and his face bearing no emotions. He was niether sad nor happy.he seemed not to have been waiting for his station also. A teen child listening to music. He was behaving like a cool dude. A vendor selling tea. A man lookng at the vendor. He might have been thinking whether he should buy the tea or not.and yes the small child with her raised eye brows asking for the tea in mute voice. Her mother said a big no and the child became gloomy but after short span she was back on her normal stories. A guy talking to his girl friend. I say gf because of his 4*6 smile ,his glowing eyes and a blushing face. A patient of elephantiasis sitting on the upper birth ( wuchereria bancrofti the microbe causing the disease. Being a student of pharmacology the whole pathophysiology was circling around in my mind. And i thought of explaining him too ). I had to stop the scan as the ticket checker asked for my ticket. I payed the fine. A nap was very necessary before my destination comes. Asta lavista baby (marc)

What is valentine's day for a single person?

Valentine's Day, The day when  hell break loose upon all rose plants on earth. The day which singles around the world want to delete from their calendar and the day on which red colour seems honored. On this day the couples look more vibrant as if they are going to be the next king or queen. Yes I am single, so what. I don't know why people look at me when I roam alone with my red umbrella and girls lemme tell you that I hear every giggle off yours when you pass by me. I don't know why people celebrate this day, if you want to show how much you love a person then why only on a particular day, show them daily that you care. Why you make it a national agenda?. In park I saw young guys sitting alone and watching a guy busy on his phone all the time, then one of them said "KI YAAR SISTER SE BAAT KAR RAHA HAI " another one immediately said "DIL BEHLANE KO AE GALIB Y KHAYAL ACHA HAI ". I wanted to control my smile but my jaw lips disobeyed. So sometimes your eternal love looks like show off, why you can't talk in a room?, here you are breaking hearts of my 'brothers'. And as a science student I often feel to correct that awkward shape of heart, I still remember the slap of my biology teacher when I drew that diagram in a test. That slap distorted the shape of my cheek for a time but it corrected the diagram of heart forever in my memory. Meanwhile I was writing my cellphone beeped and that green icon of whatsapp  appeared. I checked the message it was from the girl I had crush on, the message read "happy valentine's day " I happily replied and she asked what you did today, I said nothing. She said "oh yeah I forgot you are single ".I wanted to write something else but on my phone it was typed "yes ". It was nothing else then my feelings that transformed six words into one. As I want her to be in my life the rebellion in me was getting converted to contemporary Romeo. I told her that "when I will have a partner I this day will become the most important of my life. I will draw a heart over my car" I ignored the slap this time. "And I will bring the truck full of roses"the knight of roses goes to sleep . Let me tell you a interesting thing about singles, they feel very delighted when their crush talks about this day. They want nothing else,  they have very less expectations for this day. As the Romeo groomed inside me we talked about the romantic places, shah Rukh Khan's movies. Roaming on the roads in rain, eating street food together. We sometimes enter a world of fantasy, where you and your crush are only creatures left in this world, where you drive a BMW and in this city you find a mountain and you park your car wherever you want that too without parking charges. You go places, you don't receive any call from your parents, you don't have exam on monday. This bubble of happiness burst as soon as your crush says bye . Then you are here criticizing the day of love. But as a single person I am with my 'brothers '.

Movie Recommendation

director- Christopher Nolan cast- christian bale Hugh Jackman Scacyrlett Johansson Rebecca Hall " Because making something disappear is not enough; you have to bring it back. what a heavily loaded star cast and believe me you would not have seen such a movie.Its climax is one of the greatest i have seen till now.i would only say if you are fed up of the normal track movies , go for it . I promise u will not regret. After watching the movie you will understand the meaning of Prestige in true sense.

(marc)

You are a Hero

This particular blog is for those who have many things in their plate. Yes I am talking about those who are lone warriors, the work horses. First of all a salute to you guys that with no support you are managing your and others life. Yes others, who are others, they are people who are linked to you. From a person struggling to get into metro train at rajiv chowk to the person running for the bus at lajpat nagar is burdened with two things. You know what seperates work horses from others is expectations. Others only cater to their dreams but you cater to expectations. They have only one thing to work for but you can't afford to work only for your dreams. Now you must be wondering how unfair life is. My friend everyone has a role to play and you know why people expect something from you because in past you have given them something to cherish. You were their reason for happiness in past. It is not thermonuclear astrophysics, it is like you buy a chocolate for the little kid and next time when you meet that kid again you will see a glare of expectation of chocolate in his eyes. For that kid you are his hero. Take another instance why we want dhoni to win a match for us? Does he owe us something?, it is because he has made us happy in the past. People who expect something from you often forget that you are also a human, a human with weaknesses. But in this circus of hopes Heros are born. They rise above weaknesses like you. They are also alone like you. They face punches of villans, you face stress. But one more similarity is there you both get a reward, a reward of more people expecting something from you. See the miracle of almighty the thing you were considering a reason of your stress is now your reward. So my friend get up, you have the potential to be a hero. And it is your fortune that you have this opportunity. Rise above all. Feed the hungry comman people who expect something from you. There is only one thing which can help you, it is Believing. Yes believe your instincts, believe your capabilities. And after all this at the end of day your arms may be in pain but that pain is nothing in front of your reward.

Believe you can and you are halfway there -T.Roosevolt

Max

Silence as voice and kiss as words.

I want a love in which she wake me up at 5 a.m. in morning and says let's go for a drive. And my heart so indulged in her love that I can't say no. As the journey begins the sweet romantic music created by her humming takes me to a different world. I see sun rising when she pulls the glass down and takes her head out of the window. Suddenly she puts her hand on mine while I shift the gear , a sense of euphoria rushes in my body. I just can't move my hand due to the intensity of love we share. Her soft hands seems like hands of an infant, so delicate. Then our hands move apart she took it away to manage her hairs. A short look of her twinkling eyes mesmerises me. I feel like drowning in her fathom deep eyes but before this pleasure of sinking I would like to cherish that morning kiss which she gives me to wake me up. Till this time we reached India gate. She asks me to stop here and I wanted to refuse but the order of her eyes in her melodious voice makes me stop. She immediately moves out and ran towards a tree. I saw a heart engraved on it which read nisha loves her head came in view so I am not able to see the other name, I feel my heart coming out to have a look too, darkness surrounded around me, the pain was in the center, the feeling of love turned into grief, I wanted to speak but my brain seems to die. But I gathered the strength from her dying love and looked at the engraved heart. What I see was my better half writing something on it. I changed my view and read the other name, it was mine. Still I couldn't say anything but her melodious voice said something which I can never forget. The lines were "I drew this heart with my name in college days and left the other name blank and promised that I will come back to complete my painting whenever I will find the most eligible name and today I found it ". I am still not able to say anything, I choose silence as my voice and a kiss on her head as my words .

Immortal emotions of mortal human beings

immortal emotions of mortal human beings

we the fatal humans , inimitable creation of god have been given emotions which separate us from other creations. to introduce you with the exquisiteness of "emotions" let us for a second eliminate all the emotions. no sorrow no happiness no anxiety no fear no LOVE.can u imagine what will happen to such a world?? some time ago i happened to watch a movie featuring christian bale named equilibrium.a world with no emotions.one of the characters says," ...without love, without anger, without

sorrow, breath is just a clock ticking."(u must go for the movie this weekend with a hot cup of coffee)

snoozing of your lovely sleep, u will nt give a cute smile when u have that first look on the message of your loved ones in the morning, u ll not appreciate the sunrise , there will be no thoughts on seeing colorful flowers.have you ever kissed someone? can u describe the emotions when her lips touched yours!!!yeah!that smile on your face is what i was talking about.and yes , results will neither create fear and nervousness nor will they give the happiness.we are now at a point in time where we can create robots but the installation of emotions is what barring us from becoming God.now folks!! enjoy being mortal and more than that enjoy the immortality of your emotions

(marc)