Monthly Archives: April 2011

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U complete me!!

I couldn’t have lived till now
If it wasn’t for you
I would have been so lost
Not knowing what to do

You put me together
Only now can I see
You make me what I am
You complete me

We’re two different halves
Put together, we’re one whole
Every beat of my heart is yours
Everyday I pray for your soul

It’s just your smile I need to see
When there’s no other remedy
You put me together
You complete me

I’m too scared to let you go
I never want to lose you
If you weren’t here with me
I’d never know what to do

All I feel now are joys
All my sorrows are history
What else can I say now?
It’s because you complete me.

To love a friend like u

There’s lots of things
With which I’m blessed,
Tho’ my life’s been both Sunny and Blue,
But of all my blessings,
This one’s the best:
To have a friend like you.

In times of trouble
Friends will say,
“Just ask… I’ll help you through it.”
But you don’t wait for me to ask,
You just get up
And you do it!

And I can think
Of nothing in life
That I could more wisely do,
Than know a friend,
And be a friend,
And love a friend… like you.

 

Are u in love??? Simple answer to this question!!

Often we tend to ask ourselves the same question over and over again- Am I really in love? Is this what you call love or is it just mere attraction? Often people confuse love for attraction.

You see the difference between love and attraction is that love is a deeperemotion and seems to last forever whereas attraction is just a temporary thing and is short lived.

Read on to discover some of the most mind blowing ways to really figure out whether you are in love or not…

Love is a strong emotion- As mentioned above love is always a strong emotion and seems to last almost forever. You see if you are really in love you would feel butterflies in your stomach all the time.

It’s just not a one time thing. You would have strong desires to really meet the person you love or stay around that person as much as possible.

Love gives you pain- Does it really hurt when the person you love says something hurtful? You see if your love is really true every negative comment made by the person you love would truly hurt you deep.

We never take offence when negative comments are made by someone we are just attracted to or just like. But we are truly hurt when our lover makes a negative comment.

Love makes you sacrifice- If you are truly in love than you would be ready to sacrifice almost anything and everything for the one you love.

This would be done without any selfish motives and would be out of true inner desire to really do something for the one you love. This is what love truly makes you do.


If that’s all it takes

You’re the bravest of hearts,
You’re the strongest of souls
You’re my light in the dark,
You’re the place I call home
You can say it’s all right,
But I know that you’re
Breaking up inside
I see it in your eyes
Even you face the night
Afraid and alone
That’s why I’ll be there

When the storm rises up,
When the shadows descend
Every beat of my heart,
Every day without end
Every second I live,
That’s the promise I make
Baby, that’s what I’ll give,
If that’s what it takes
If that’s what it takes

You can sleep in my arms,
You don’t have to explain
When your heart’s crying out,
Baby, whisper my name
‘Cause I’ve reached out for you
When the thunder is crashing up above
You’ve given me your love
When your smile like the sun
That shines through the pain
That’s why I’ll be there

When the storm rises up,
When the shadows descend
Every beat of my heart,
Every day without end
I will stand like a rock,
I will bend till I break
Till there’s no more to give,
If that’s what it takes
I will risk everything,
I will fight, I will bleed
I will lay down my life,
If that’s what you need
Every second I live,
That’s the promise I make Baby, that’s what I’ll give,
If that’s what it takes

Through the wind and the rain,
Through the smoke and the fire
When the fear rises up,
When the wave’s ever higher
I will lay down my heart,
My body, my soul
I will hold on all night
And never let go
Every second I live,
That’s the promise I make
Baby, that’s what I’ll give,
If that’s what it takes

Never thought I’d fall in love with u!!

I never thought I’d fall in love with you.
I thought someday, of course, I’d fall in love.
But what it felt like, I just never knew;
I’d no idea what I was thinking of.

And then, somewhere between my need and pleasure,
Walking neither overjoyed nor sad,
I looked into my heart and saw a treasure
Worth more than anything I’d ever had.

Ah! This is love! I thought. And then I wanted
To give my life to see your happiness.
Suddenly, from nowhere, I was haunted,
Needy, joyful, tearful, glad, obsessed.

My love for you has brought me out of me.
The beauty in your heart has set me free.

 

101 romantic ideas

101_Romantic_Ideas

The above link leads to a page that contains more than 100 romantic ideas that can spark up your love life.

read and enjoy!!!!!!!!!

My other half

I appear whole on the outside
But within I am so broken
There’s a piece of me that’s been missing
My other half, my voice of reason

I try to clap but there’s only one hand
I try to run, but with one leg I dare not stand
My eyes are open, but I cannot see
Because my other half is not next to me

I reach out at nights but there’s no one to hold
I touch your side of bed and it feels so cold
I sit down to a meal but I can barely eat
Because the purpose of sharing has faced defeat

But I have faith that one day complete I will be
‘Cause my other half is out there searching for me
If only for a moment I can get him next to me
I will make sure my other half fits me perfectly.


Am I lost?? Or safe in u???

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I feel i miss something n searching all around…

Ur msg sound in my mob?
My caller tune as ur fav song?

My stupid talks?
Ur sweet scoldings?

Ur hug which console’s me?
My kisses which make’s u sweet?

D choco’s you hide from me?
Apples which i find on ur smile?

D songs we hear together?
D food we spoon each other?

D jokes we laugh together?
D fight’s we made for fun?

D dreams we had together?
D sleep we lost forever?

My arms as ur blanky to cover u wholly?
Ur lap as my bed to wrap me around?

Ur sweat as my perfume?
My clean u hate n make me yuck?

D paper u read for me?
D news i watch for u?

D talks in my husky/sleepy voice?
D whistle/tickle in ur soft ears?

D oil tatoo u make in my cheeks?
D stupid scribblings i do on ur arms?

D stubbournness u show at times?
D silence i keep that since?

D moon u watch for me?
D stars i count for u?

D wishes u do at time?
D time i realise day n night?

D language u speak wit ur mom?
D language which i learn for u?

D topics which u divert me from anger/sad?
D talks i drag u to argue?

D words u say for me?
D dictionary i use to translate those?

D colours u choose/prefer for me?
D wings add up wit ur colours?

D food u spoon while am hungry?
D water i feed u while u thirsty?

D balm i apply for u while headach?
D tabs u force me to hav whn am in pain?

D songs u sing for me?
D lyrics i listen for u?

D blessings u wish for me?
D prayers i do for u?

D heart u tied me with?
D beats which u hear to sleep?

Ur nails which scratch me lite?
My fingers locked wit ur’s tight?

D photo’s u took for me?
D moment i freeze on it?

D stories i tell u before sleep?
D lullabies u sing for me?

D situations we struck on sad/worse?
D strength we balance to cross n move on?

D toys u want to buy?
D dolls i save for u?

D casuals i hate to wear?
D dress u wear that makes me fear?

Am a stupid dear…

I feel i miss something n searching all around…

Finally found it inside you (me)…

As i lost myself to u n

i miss u lots…


Your wishes- a dream- a destiny…

Why u wished me

to be happy always,
to be strong,
not to cry anymore,
to takecare properly,
to be good,
to be lovable,
not to hurt anyone,
to make u proud,
to hav colourful wings,
to fly high wit victory,
to help indeed,
to smile whn sad,
to be unique,
to obey the elders,
to control the anger,
to be away from all sins,
to hav a strong heart,
to live a simple life,
to get up after a fall,
to be ur boy. . .

Why u wished me. . . ?

To be alone forever…

You knw this destiny earlier… ?

To walk alone in life…?

I wish those all above should be a dream…

Without you i don’t deserve all such wishes. . . 😦

 

 


Election offers in Tamil Nadu

Guess they don’t know what to do with all the money they have swindled!!!

Memorable mother’s day!!

A man stopped at a flower shop to order some flowers to be wired to his mother who lived two hundred miles away.
As he got out of his car he noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing.
He asked her what was wrong and she replied, “I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother.
But I only have seventy-five cents, and a rose costs two dollars.”
The man smiled and said, “Come on in with me. I’ll buy you a rose.”
He bought the little girl her rose and ordered his own mother’s flowers.
As they were leaving he offered the girl a ride home.
She said, “Yes, please! You can take me to my mother.”
She directed him to a cemetery, where she placed the rose on a freshly dug grave.
The man returned to the flower shop, canceled the wire order, picked up a bouquet and drove the two hundred miles to his mother’s house.

The wooden bowl

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and a four-year old grandson. The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together nightly at the dinner table. But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating rather difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass often milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. “We must do something about grandfather,” said the son. I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor. So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner at the dinner table. Since grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. Sometimes when the family glanced in grandfather’s direction, he had a tear in his eye as he ate alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The four-year-old watched it all in silence.

One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, “What are you making?” Just as sweetly, the boy responded, “Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and mama to eat your food from when I grow up.” The four-year-old smiled and went back to work. The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took grandfather’s hand and gently led him back to the family table.

For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled. Children are remarkably perceptive. Their eyes ever observe, their ears ever listen, and their minds ever process the messages they absorb. If they see us patiently provide a happy home atmosphere for family members, they will imitate that attitude for the rest of their lives. The wise parent realizes that every day that building blocks are being laid for the child’s future.


A box full of kisses

The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, “This is for you, Daddy.”

The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found out the box was empty. He yelled at her, stating, “Don’t you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried, “Oh, Daddy, it’s not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They’re all for you, Daddy.”

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.

Only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child. It is also told that her father kept that gold box by his bed for many years and, whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.



Value

A well known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20 bill. In the room of 200, he asked, “Who would like this $20 bill?”

Hands started going up.

He said, “I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this.” He proceeded to crumple the dollar bill up.

He then asked, “Who still wants it?”

Still the hands were up in the air.

“Well,” he replied, “What if I do this?” And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe.

He picked it up, now all crumpled and dirty. “Now who still wants it?” Still the hands went into the air.

“My friends, you have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20.

Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way.

We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. You are special – Don’t ever forget it!

 



The brick

About ten years ago, a young and very successful executive named Josh was traveling down a Chicago neighborhood street. He was going a bit too fast in his sleek, black, 12 cylinder Jaguar XKE, which was only two months old.

He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no child darted out, but a brick sailed out and – WHUMP! – it smashed Into the Jag’s shiny black side door! SCREECH..!!!! Brakes slammed! Gears ground into reverse, and tires madly spun the Jaguar back to the spot from where the brick had been thrown. Josh jumped out of the car, grabbed the kid and pushed him up against a parked car. He shouted at the kid, “What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing?!” Building up a head of steam, he went on. “That’s my new Jag, that brick you threw is gonna cost you a lot of money. Why did you throw it?”

“Please, mister, please. . . I’m sorry! I didn’t know what else to do!” Pleaded the youngster. “I threw the brick because no one else would stop!” Tears were dripping down the boy’s chin as he pointed around the parked car. “It’s my brother, mister,” he said. “He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can’t lift him up.” Sobbing, the boy asked the executive, “Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He’s hurt and he’s too heavy for me.”

Moved beyond words, the young executive tried desperately to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. Straining, he lifted the young man back into the wheelchair and took out his handkerchief and wiped the scrapes and cuts, checking to see that everything was going to be OK. He then watched the younger brother push him down the sidewalk toward their home.

It was a long walk back to the sleek, black, shining, 12 cylinder Jaguar XKE -a long and slow walk. Josh never did fix the side door of his Jaguar. He kept the dent to remind him not to go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at him to get his attention. . . Some bricks are softer than others. Feel for the bricks of life coming at to you. For all the negative things we have to say to ourselves, God has positive answers.


The unread Bible

A young man was getting ready to graduate college. For
many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer’s
showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told
him that was all he wanted.

As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited
signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the
morning  of his graduation his father called him into his private
study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine
son, and  told him how much he loved him. He handed his son
a beautiful   wrapped gift box.

Curious, but somewhat disappointed the young man
opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible. Angrily,
he raised his voice at his father and said, “With all your money you
give  me  a Bible?” and stormed out of the house, leaving the holy
book.

Many years passed and the young man was very successful in
business.
He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his
father was very old, and thought perhaps he should go to him. He
had   not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make
arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had
passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He
needed   to come home immediately and take care things.
When he arrived at  his father’s house, sudden sadness and
regret filled his heart.

He began to search his father’s important papers and
saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago. With
tears,  he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. As he
read those   words, a car key dropped from an envelope
taped behind the Bible.
It  had a tag with the dealer’s name, the same dealer who had the
sports  car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation,
and the words…PAID IN FULL.

How many times do we miss God’s blessings because they are not
packaged as we expected?


The Window

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man  was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour a day to drain the fluids from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military  service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the  man in the bed next to the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed would live for those one-hour periods where  his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and  color of the outside world. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake, the man had said. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Lovers walked arm in arm amid flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite  detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.  Although the other man could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive  words. Unexpectedly, an alien thought entered his head: Why should hehave all the pleasure of seeing everything while I never get to see  anything? It didn’t seem fair. As the thought fermented, the man felt  ashamed at first. But as the days passed and he missed seeing more sights, his envy eroded into resentment and soon turned him sour. He   began to brood and found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that  window – and that thought now controlled his life.

Late one night, as he lay staring at the ceiling, the man by the window  began to cough. He was choking on the fluid in his lungs. The other man   watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window groped for the button to call for help. Listening from across the room, he never moved, never pushed his own button which would have brought the nurse running. In less than five minutes, the coughing and choking  stopped, along with the sound of breathing. Now, there was only silence–deathly silence.

The following morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths. When she found the lifeless body of the man by the window, she was saddened and called the hospital attendant to take it away–no  words, no fuss. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the man asked if he  could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his   first look. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The dead man had been blind.

The most important part of my body

My mother used to ask me what is the most important part of the body. Through the years I would take a guess at what I thought was the correct answer. When I was younger, I thought sound was very important to us as humans, so I said, “My ears, Mommy.”
She said, “No. Many people are deaf. But you keep thinking about it and I will ask you again soon.”
Several years passed before she asked me again.  Since making my first attempt, I had contemplated the correct answer.  So this time I told her, “Mommy, sight is very important to everybody, so it must be our eyes.”
She looked at me and told me, “You are learning fast, but the answer is not correct because there are many people who are blind.”
Stumped again, I continued my quest for knowledge and over the years, Mother asked me a couple more times and always her answer was, “No. But you are getting smarter every year, my child.”
Then last year, my grandpa died. Everybody was hurt. Everybody was crying. Even my father cried. I remember that especially because it was only the second time I saw him cry. My Mom looked at me when it was our turn to say our final goodbye to Grandpa. She asked me, “Do you know the most important body part yet, my dear?”
I was shocked when she asked me this now. I always thought this was a game between her and me. She saw the confusion on my face and told me, “This question is very important. It shows that you have really lived in our life. For every body part you gave me in the past, I have told you were wrong and I have given you an example why. But today is the day you need to learn this important lesson.”
She looked down at me as only a mother can. I saw her eyes well up with tears. She said, “My dear, the most important body part is your shoulder.”
I asked, “Is it because it holds up my head?”
She replied, “No, it is because it can hold the head of a friend or a loved one when they cry. Everybody needs a shoulder to cry on sometime in life, my dear. I only hope that you have enough love and friends that you will always have a shoulder to cry on when you need it.”
Then and there I knew the most important body part is not a selfish one . It is sympathetic to the pain of others. People will forget what you said. People will forget what you did. But people will NEVER forget how you made them feel.



Judge me by the foot prints i leave behind

A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco.  “Mom and Dad, I’m coming home, but I’ve got a favor to ask. I have a friend I’d like to bring with me.”
“Sure,” they replied, “we’d love to meet him.”
“There’s something you should know,” the son continued. “He was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mine and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, son.  Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live.”
“No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us.”
“Son,” said the father, “you don’t know what you’re asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can’t let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He’ll find a way to live on his own.”
At that point, the son hung up the phone.
The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn’t know, their son had only one arm and one leg.
The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don’t like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren’t as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are.
Thankfully, there’s someone who won’t treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are. Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night, say a little prayer that God will give you the strength you need to accept people as they are, and to help us all be more understanding of those who are different from us!!!
There’s a miracle called Friendship that dwells in the heart. You don’t know how it happens or when it gets started. But you know the special lift. It always brings and you realize that Friendship Is God’s most precious gift! Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us. Show your friends today how much you care.