Happiness comes by own

I was coming back from my office at night almost 12 o clk almost shattered.As I passed I have seen a roadside family with two kids and parents.They ignited the fire and they were cooking something.I stand there,ignited my cigratte.They had a small so called shelter.I was wondering all the way.Some things pinch my mind.I never have satisfaction for what I have a bunglaw, a dream car......some times I just feel like a looser......I was walking in a confused manner...... I heard a voice of an old man.....
Hey son..... could you please let to my home..... i just forgot the way to my place....its night and I am unable to make it out.......I turned back "Ya sure why not".....he asked me few questions:Ok tell me where are you working .......What is your age ...... how many times u have learnt from your mistakes....I started sharing with him ..... almost so much of problems and discouragements of life......
he took me to his home .....he said he is very happy with his family........anyways we reached his home....he gave me a peg....and then he again started about his family....he said everyday he enjoys his life with them listening to them..... and then he took me to one of his room.... i was wondering no body was at home....I asked him all the way you were talking about your family wife and the children where are they....??
then he lit the light of the room and the candles in front of a big photograph.....To my surprise.....his family was dead and he said they are no more from last 30 years...they all met with an accident.......

I came back home........incidence thought me one large thing..... their is nothing like Happy or sad life it we and our perception our thinking that how we can make our life better despite of failure.
People comes and goes ...we are the only creator of our lives.......
I have learnt to live happily....... in each circumstances..........
 

Dancing in the rain:Love never dies

It was a rainy day………I was sitting in my closed balcony…enjoying sip of hot coffee and the pakoda’s…. watching the rain and the people…..Mother called me from kitchen…She said “Karan come and have some more Pakoda’s”.Its amazing when mother prepare’s something and you know I always enjoy’s “Maa ke hath ka khana”…….I used to stay in Mumbai with my mother alone.

This story starts when I was preparing for my NDA exam’s.

My father an Army officer……he stays’with  us quite a few times.As he is on duty on borders some times in different states……we used to with him on 10-15 days tours yearly or twice a yr; sometimes to some places outside India……we have visited to Italy,rome and also to china……..

In india I have visited Darjeeling,Nainital and Kashmir…….. lovely places…….All I enjoy is the trip with the parents….we got a chance to stay at good hotels and all the nice and beautiful places to catch up my in camera………..

My mother ,she has great social network with all the army officer’s wife…She has their women club ,their kitty parties and also she runs an NGO.I have learnt horse riding, swimming and playing golf.

When I was a kid my mother already prepared me for the same…….Infact I too enjoyed all those stuff.

I have never passion for girls,I wanted to be like my father super personality,I had passion for Car’s and wanted to have collection of antique car’s.Passion for bikes ,never had  a situation to talk with girls.I had my education in Army school with no girls.I never thought that I must have a girl friend I am strictly against all this…..I had my aim my dreams to fulfill and yes of course I was preparing for the same………

Life was going on…. I have 4 friends more Rishi,Kadam,Sahil and Dhruv.We were school friends….brought up in almost same culture.Out of them Rishi and Sahil belonged to a business man family.My these two friends were out of Mumbai .They were staying in the hostel to complete their studies.Rishi and sahil were “Rich Brat” and became spoiled too after wards……

We had a great fun together……..as I said I never had interest in girls;all the four have so much interest.In all their fun I was with them except the girl ……They were smoking cigarettes at the back of corridor…… One day anyhow we managed to have  bottles of beer. All the friends joined in rishi’s room .rishi and sahil were roommates…..all started taking beer.Slowly it was like habbit any how we managed it everyday……..One day we all friends gathered at my room at my home for combined studies.As you all know what a group a study for guys mean less studies more fun….smoking,drinking,enjoying movies at night in slow voice….So we all were  smoking at my room .My friends were with me…..we were layed down at our chairs…… I just heard some one knocking at my door…….I said wait mom I am going to open it…….My mom went to some near by shopping place at that time and I thought she is there……….I open it after cleaning the room instantly……and friends took their books and were pretending as if they were all in deep high studies………I just opened the door instead of my  mom a girl was standing infront of me….beautifully dressed in Salwar kamiz what you say Patialla with blushing eyes…….

I know a little bit coz my mom used to wear….she has sweets in her hands….she stays in my near by building as my mother was telling me from back……She was standing and offered sweets to every guy in my room.Then she started speaking in her soft voice she said softly “Hi this is Shikha,I have cleared my IIT exams  and best of luck for your NDA exams…bbye…..”she gave a very sweet smile ,looking into my eyes….and she walked away…All the guys were staring at her even me too …She was amazingly beautiful……..suddenly mom cam and said she is our neighbours daughter…anyways guys don’t stare please concentrate on your studies….she just passed a comment and she smiled and went in the kitchen to prepare food for all of us………she was in good mood that day!!.......

It was a first time meet with that girl......slowly we grew up with interest in each other.....We had a round of chit chats......some time on sip of coffee or chatting window.......Everything about her attracted about her.....How I fall in love with her i dont know.......finally the day when i got selected in Army....i wish join and was recieving a kind of farewell from my friends.....She has given a pack of chocolate with..a perfect smile and a card.......

I was in my training schedule and she was bsy with her IIT studies and all......I never had a word with her in these years......Finally I came back to my home after some years......I never told my feelings.....I was afraid whether she will like it or not.......
I was coming to my home town.......after long time.......I was deeply thinking about her......I saw someone approaching my bus......It was Shikha....she saw me....I can feeland can see in her eyes the love for me......She came to me and sat besides me....round of conversations began.....I asked about these many years she to asked me.....we had long conversation......She gave me her scarf......

After that we reached to our respective destinations.....she waved hand and she said come soon we will meet at your home.She told me and she left.....After that i catched a taxi and finally reached to my home.......Mom dad was so happy to see me his officer child......

Well after longs hours of "Milna milana" with my family and other members......at dinner time I asked my mother "Mom U remember about shikha"
She was astonished.....She howcome you remember her.....then i told her about my feelings for her....and i said she gave me her scarf on the way......
I asked my mother if she can accept her a daughter-in-law......She was surprised on my behavior....

She told me that I am lying I cannot met her.....After long hours of heated discussion I went to my room and was  so angry.My mother knocked and she came in....she said Beta I just wanted to shikha is no more in this world how can you meet her......She died 2 years back she was coming to coming to her town on vacations and she met with an accident

I was like blank....I never told what I wanted to say she never told me......But yes i think there was some bonding between the two of us....She had love for me....She came to meet me...... especially for me.......

After 15 years I still can't forget....wanted to live with her in memories......Yes love never dies.......Jo kaha nahi wo usne samjh liya.....and she is there for me always waving hand with smile on her lips......!!!!!!

If Poverty is a curse or then lavishness is a blessing or not ?

They say poverty is a curse.She was born with a silver spoon.She had a bunglaw with so many maids and servants.Her name was Cherry.She was treated like an angel.She was pampered alot.She was the only child and life of her parents.She had a maid servant who had a daughter similar to her age.Her name was Damyanti.Cherry went to standard schools.Damyanti was going to a normal school.Cherry has all the facilities.Everything was commended by her she has many choices to opt for whether its food or clothing or whatever she wants.Damyanti have no choices she has a dream to have the richness, she has the dream to fulfill her parents aspirations,she has the dream to make her own identity in the world.Both Damyanti and Cherry were growing day by day.Cherry always lives in fantacy world as she grew younger she dreamt of boyfriends roaming here and there using his fathers money to optimum.Here damyanti was outstanding in her studies she was just living for her dreams....Any how her mother and father managed her studies.She started to give tutions.She saved her money she prepared for an adminitrative job and she got selected and she is an officer now.Cherry who were in wrong hands became a drug addict.She lost her life as she was with wrong friends wrong people.....she had lots of money that money became curse to herself, her family.

1)Poverty is not a curse it we ourself have to decide and we are the ruler of our life
2)Money can lead to hangovers which results to dead ends
3)It is the individual who decides what is good/bad for him/her?
4)We are our self creator no one else can
5)We are the self constructors/destructions it depends on us how we give direction to our life
Money/lavishness can only be blessing if used for good and not misused;poverty can never be curse if given a chance and good direction anyone can reach to the heights.Infact necessity only provokes to reach to the heights.lack of something may lead to gain of success and everything.!!!!!!!

Girl in the shadow:Be the reason of someone's happiness

“Maa chai Pilo” a sound striked in my ears I just looked back shipra was standing with Tea and some refreshments.She was approaching me.Then asked “Maa aaj khane mein kya banana hai”

I said “jo tumhe achha lage”

 I am sharda wife of a very rich businessman.I have two children Nancy and shaurya.And she is shipra she is not my own child but she is more then that.Everyday she is with me in happy or sad hours.I took the cup of tea as she offered me.My memories ran down to the past when I adopted her.It was almost 23 years back.

A child was walking through the streets, singing and dancing in the rain,she was lost in her own world.She stays in near by slums.I used to see her everyday on my way to office.Some times she's happy when she is full of meals or some ones gives a token of pitiness like money or food.Sometimes she doesnt have any of them still she plays with the kids around.

She is always in a happy mood whenever I saw her I felt as if life is not all about how we treat the good and the bad times.
The way i was leading a life with some hectic schedules,packing for outstation,running for my family,money was flowing ,good sources of income for both of us well settled life.But some thing was missing.I have lost my self somewhere.I have lost the real me.I have lost the kid in me.

My life just got saturated to my family my kids my husband and the people around.There is no time where I can sit alone and can give time to my self.The girl which I saw every day made me realized how happy she is although she doesnt have chunks of lavishness or the fairytale world But the happiness,that smile always run through my mind.She has that sense of satisfaction on her face.

I have all sources of materalistic happiness ,I was in search of that satisfaction that trueness that liveness which I have missed in the past.Passion for success,money,a good hubby,a high profile life with all luxuries.I have two children but they lived in their own world of money and making new friends.

One day I decided to met that girl and wanted to know the reason of her happiness.I went to that slum found the girl.I used to give her chocolates everyday and sometimes clothes of my kids
I found the time for her she was happy.Slowly we were good friends.She used to call me “Amma” I laughed so much then I asked to her guardians,her parents in an accident.She was sent to mandirs and other places by them to stand and ask for money.I was not feeling good seeing her in such a condition so I adopted her.

My family was against her but I supported her made her educated.My daughter never asked me how I am.She got married to an MBA graduate with whom she was studying in London and she settled down there.

My son was like his father involve in his business.Shipra was the only person who gave me new reason to live a new life.I was brought up in middle class family and I wanted to give those good values to my children but belong to high society.Shipra became my aim of life.I treated her like my daughter I gave her all good values.She also learnt them well.She completed her studies.Iwhen she was in colleg she used to share each and every thing with me.When she grew younger I found a suitable match for her and she got married.She took a flat on rent in my near by building.I taught her to call me "Maa".

But she used to sat most of the time with me.She cooks food for me.She spends most of the time with me.She was the girl who was in shadow.My husband is on tours with big deals and dealings.No time for me.
I and the Shipra sitting besides my window sipping cup of tea.She was with me when my own were no more for me.She has a small family with few necessities.She sits besides me everyday talking about her family her kids and we laugh together,gigles,enjoys.

She is no more shadow.She is the light in my room when there was darkness of loneliness.She is only the reason to keep me brighten up whole day long…….I just waked up from little nap I heard she was asking me for the dinner menu…it’s all where my story gives a new beginning to my life…… !!!!!!!!

Life is not all about earning lots of money name and fame.Life is all about what you earned at the last moments of your life,the love care and the quality time of our near ones......Give time especially to parents when they are old and they need you at the most !!!!!!

 

Journey in the Train-This is how I met with a beautifull ghost

It was 12 0'clk at night.I was in the station waiting for train to come.I have to catch a train for Mumbai from Delhi.Although it was mid night,I can see crowd.it was raining.I was standing alone under a shade.People were drinking tea's and coffee's at the restraunt at the station.People were having bhajiyas and everyone was in haste running here and there.Suddenly my eyes stopped somewhere.
A girl standing alone with an umbrella.Her hair's were looking beautiful were coming on her face. She was standing with fear on her face.I felt happy to see her,a beautifull girl at the station.I felt like something will make surely a story now.I came to her and started conversation somehow.I felt like she was shy kind of a girl.Slowly I asked her about her studies and then my studies my job her job.It was 2 O'clk in the night we came to know that train is halted somewhere reaching the station after 1 hour.We sat on the bench and again the conversation continued on sip of coffees and tea's.She was pretty much interested in tea instead of coffee.We were having a good time together.I was just watching her,her way of smilig her way of talking.The way she was convincing.She was beautifull,something was there which was attracting me towards.her simplicity and her way of saying "Hanji haannn" was too good......I was hoping this night continues forever.we sat there and didnt even came to know that it was 5O'Clck now..My train came finally.She wanted to go some where else.Her train was still 1 hr more late....She gave me her number and the mail id's.She waved hand and she was standing infront of the window,slowly and slowly she disappeared from my sight.I reached Mumbai.After two days I contacted her on her cell I was happy that atleast I can talk with her but I was getting the reply "Number doesnt exist".
I sent mail to her personal Id but I was getting mail delivery failure messages.I felt so bad.
After completing my work at Mumbai I went back to delhi.The Girl was in my mind.I went to same railway station and enquired about her then I enquired about the number ....I came to know that she is no more in this world.She died 5 years back and the ghost still wanders on the same station were she died waiting for her love.The guy whom she loved made her awaited there for two days and didn't came back and she comitted suicide on the same platform.
She never harms anyone still her search for her love continues!!!!!!!!
I was shocked and couldn't believe that I have met a ghost that too such a beautifull ghost she is still in my mind after two years whenever I catches a train for Mumbai.I guess she will always be there.