How to love ??

A girl remains unmarried until and unless she feels that she is unmarried. The marriage taken place in front of everyone is just a social marriage. When your heart beats only for a single person you know you are in love and when this love from bothsides equally grow so strong that you can believe your partner more than yourself then you be sure that you both are married , although may be not socially.Many people live a single's life even after being married as they are unable to adjust with the other half.As many say-------------- LOVE IS FRIENDSHIP , I believe marriage is all about love. Without love there can't be a stable marriage.

Let me talk about Rik, an ordinary lover withusual desires. He wanted to marry a girl who would love him , not his money or position or what he is . Rik wanted someone under whose company he would find himself too much secured.The best way to love or show your love for your beloved is learn to believe.The more you believe your partner the more love you get from the other side. When you start believing your partner u get it back with the interest of love.

Learn to respect your partner .

If you show respect you will get the same back.But that doesn't mean wishing in the same way you do when you meet your class teacher. This respect is the care for her values and her rights.

Learn to sacrifice for your love.

Obviously these things can only come from your inside when you get similar feedback from the other side .I know that you should not expect anything from anybody but Everythins fair in.....Its actually a gr8 feeling to fall in love my friend. Its like having someone so close to you,someone to care for you , someone to wish you good morning however bad the morning be, someone to feel sad at your unhappiness , and someone to cheer you up in need.Its actually a gr8 feelin to fall in love my friend.

You may be sad
You may be glad
But you know
For you there is someone
Who is totally mad........................................

Trustworthy!!

13 yr old Ritu was too excited for the Darjeeling trip. Her exams were over one week before and she was just dying to go out for some tour which her father had promised before. Well it was a Friday and she was on the peak of her excitement. Her parents and she had already boarded the train and sat on their respective seats after keeping the luggage in the safe place. She had taken her favourite window seat despite anybody else's permission. She had been searching for some same age group passenger so that she can have a good time pass. But after few minutes of ransacking with her eyes she found no results. Suddenly she realised that she was hungry. She had not taken her lunch properly due to the excitement of her much awaited dream coming true. She asked for the tiffin that her mother had packed for the journey. They prefer home food rather than the junk food found in the platforms. They are really bad for health. They know that. The moment she opened the tiffin box and found the mouth glittering sandwitches she saw a thin bony hand covered with dust coming in through the train window. It was a hand of a poor child of nearly her age. Ritu asked unknowingly," What do you want from me ? I have no money. Its with my father."The child without changing her ex-pressions said," food."She added," I have not ate for 3 days."Ritu , who was always of kind nature forwarded her tiffin box without a word. She felt more pleasure in seeing the poor child defet her hunger than having those sandwitches herself. The anonymous poor child ate without even stopping for a while and finished all the food. Ritu was delighted at the sight but her feelings changed when she found that the child after eating the food, glimpsed at the tiffin box and ran fast with it and within a moment she lost in the crowd. Ritu felt like crying. She knew that she will get a thrashing from her parents for her activity but to add to that she felt betrayed. She felt shattered. She will not believe anyone from now. If this was the price that she had to give for being kind then she will change her attitude. The train was about to leave and some tears rolled down her eyes thinking of the bashing she will get. The whistle blew and the train started. What a way to start a trip. Suddenly she found the same hand coming in through the window holding the tiffin box. She was wondering the reason of her coming back and found the answer herself. The child had gone to wash the tiffin box for her. She could do only that in return. Ritu took the tiffin box from the child and the running feet stopped. The child only waved her hand standing on the platform. That was the only way she could say," THANK YOU!!!!!!"
SOURCE : HEARD SOMEWHERE , RECENTLY RECALLED BY MY SISTER.

First orkut blog........

This is my first orkut blog. Though I have a blog already in rediffiland but many friends don't know about it. As most of my friends are in orkut, I think it will be easier for them to see my posts and even it will be a more interactive way ............

I don't want to continue with my boring advices rather than straight coming to the business.
Ok frnds bye till now............wait for my next post.