hie
I really believe 
"Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder "
when ur sad u think u have nothin left and u feel life is left with nothing......
That is the time ur eyes are betraing you...........
The flowers are always colourful and enchanting the moon is always
an icon of mikly serenity......
the grass is always green and the people are always its jus tht ur perception has changed ,,,,,
Mann ek mrigmarchika hai
ek darpan jo jhutlata hai
sach durgaum hai
durlabh
nahi
sach nihit hai vistrit hai
pratikul nahi
yeh mann hai jo jaal mien uljhata hai
ache bure ka fark banata hai
jab udai ho chayi
astitva pe ban aayi
shrishti ka saundarya wwahi hai
aakhon ne nahi mann ne hai asamarthta hai dikhlayi
jiyo ki tum khud ho wahi
jo tumne mehsus kiya hai swachand vishrant
jise shaayd daba diya hai tumne khus kahin
An elderly hermit was once invited to appear at the court of the most powerful king of that age.
"I envy a holy man who can be content with so little," said the king.
"I envy Your Majesty, who is content with even less than I," answered the hermit.
"What do you mean? This entire country belongs to me," said the king, offended.
"Exactly," said the old hermit. "I have the music of the spheres, I have the rivers and the mountains all over the world. I have the moon
and the sun, because I have God in my soul. Your Majesty, though, has only this kingdom."
--Maktub
Two rabbis are trying everything possible to provide spiritual comfort to the Jews in Nazi Germany. For two years, frightened
unbearably, they are able to evade their persecutors and perform their religious functions in various communities.
They are finally taken prisoner. One of the rabbis, terrified at what might happen to him, prays constantly.
The other, however, spends the entire day sleeping.
"Why are you behaving like this?" asks the frightened rabbi.
"In order to conserve my strength. I know that I'll be needing it later on," said the other.
"But aren't you afraid? We don't know what's going to happen to us."
"I was afraid up until the time we were captured. Now that I'm a prisoner, what good would it do to fear what might happen to me. The
time for fear has ended; now is the time for hope."
--Maktub
Our Lady, with the infant Jesus in her arms, came down to earth to visit a monastery. In their joy, the padres stood in line to pay their
respects: one of them recited poetry, another showed Her illuminated images for the Bible, another recited the names of all of the saints.
At the end of the line was a humble padre who had never had the chance to learn from the wise men of his time. His parents were simple
people who worked in a traveling circus. When his turn came, the monks wanted to end the payment of respects, fearful that he would
damage their image.
But he, too, wanted to show his love for the Virgin. Embarrassed, and sensing the disapproval of the brothers, he took some oranges from
his pocket and began to toss them in the air — juggling as his parents with the circus had taught him.
It was only then that the infant Jesus smiled and clapped his hands with joy. And it was only to the humble monk that the Virgin held out
her arms, allowing him to hold her Son for a while.
Maktub
thaks rahul for all these wonderful tales of postivity n belief in beauty of life n power of god.............
I was a human
one who was real in deed
doomed to make mistakes n repent on them...
My thinking was limited it was bound by fascination
i was am one who had never explored my ineer wealth ... whch is present in evry human being ,,,,
This blog was once a blog of a confused person then a sad person
n now proudly i say
This is the blog of a debutante in the world of free n positive
thinking who knows how long the journey is to acheive real purity of soul n her aim is wisdom not in sense that can be sensed by all but yet can baptise my heart n soul n make me complete as a human or rather as sm one who has been blessed by od to be given the power of thuinking n feeling and admiring
I give all my credit to make me let open my mind to freedom of thought n release me of my old bounded notions of life n depression n all my
pessimism TO
Rahul ( my dearest brother )
he is handsm too 
se bhavavah( horrendous) aur shyaam( black n fearful)
ki khamoshi
pana
hai
