Diary of Mahen Mishra

My First Annivarsary...

Tue, 01 Jul 2008 11:10:39 +0530

1st July is the D-Day
Yes, its my Wedding Day....

Being this my first annivarsery,
It seems to be a love story...

I have my love of live so it makes more special,
Who always make every day lively and effortless...

Indeed she is not perfect,
As nobody in this world...

Nor me nor any body,
I don"t even like to have,better than her or worse than her....

I feel lucky to have such a lovely partner,
who lessen my burden and has been my strenth for four years now...

From the day of our courtship..
Its been a roller-coaster ride,
sweet memories, happiness, love and sorrow..
But still she is my pride....

I wish to be with her till my eternity...
Make her journey as smooth as possible...

I thank our parents, family member, friends and specially my ilander friends who showered their love me and Navi....

.......Mahen

Very very touching....

Tue, 06 May 2008 13:27:23 +0530

Hi friends,
I got this in my mail and after reading this I could not stop tears to fall from my eyes. I don"t know wether it is true or just a story but its really very very touching story. I wish its just a imaginative story.
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The boy couldn"t have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The Cashier said, "I"m sorry, but you don"t have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ""Granny,

are you sure I don"t have enough money?""

The old lady replied: ""You know that you don"t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.""

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

"It"s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.

She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus
can"t bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my
mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My Sister has gone to be with God.
Daddy
says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that
she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.""

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet.
I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing.

He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won"t forget me."

"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn"t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I
quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check
again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?""

"OK" he said, "I hope I do have enough.." I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it.
There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough
money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!""

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn"t dare to ask God for too much.

But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.""

"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.

I couldn"t get the little boy out of my mind.

Then
I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a
drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young

woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away,
and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide
whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the
young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.

I
couldn"t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to
the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for
people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her
hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her
chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had
been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother
and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.

And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Man karta hai....

Thu, 01 May 2008 11:17:42 +0530

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Man karta hai....
Jannat se taron ko zameen pe le aaon...
Shayad unki chamak se desh mera chamak jaye...
Soyi aankhon mein roshni jaag jaye....
Mera desh aur mahan ho jaye....

Kisi jagah par Rashtra-waad ko khatam kare...
To kahin jaat paat ki doori...
Kabhi bhrastachaar jaise kitanu ko mare....
To kabhi Nari par hone wali attyachari ka gala ghote....

Man Karta hai.....
Jannat se taron ko zameen pe le aaun...
Shayad unki chamak se desh mera chamak jaye...
Soyi aankhon mein roshni jaag jaye....
Mera desh aur mahan ho jaye....

Jis desh ke logon ne...
Satyug mein Sita ko aag mein jhoka...
Kalyug mein aaj ek bachchi ko aag mein jhok rahe hain......
Jis desh ke logon ne...
Ganga ko maila kiya.....
Wo kya apni soch ko swach karenge...

Jis Rajya mein Ram ne janm liya....
Aaj log wahan Ravan ki dikhayi raah par chal rahe hain....
Chal kapat hinsa ko gale lagate dikh rahen hain....
Ram ke naam par Ravan ki puja kar rahe hain...

Man Karta hai.....
Jannat se taron ko zameen pe le aaun...
Shayad unki chamak se desh mera chamak jaye...
Soyi aankhon mein roshni jaag jaye....
Mera desh aur mahan ho jaye....

Bharat ko maata kehne wale...
Bharat ki Rajdhani pe Nari ko sare aam beaabroo kar rahen hain...
Hum padoshi desh se kya gila karen...
Hum khud hi desh ko barbaad kar rahen hai...

Kahin ek aas si nazar aati hai...
Kaash ye desh bhi kuch aisa hota....
Ek dweep sa sundar hota...
Jo na dharti par hai na Janaat par..
Hai kuch jannat sa jahan pyaar basta hai...
Wo koi aur nahi....
Hamara Apna rediff dweep hai...

Man Karta hai.....
Jannat se taron ko zameen pe le aaun...
Shayad unki chamak se desh mera chamak jaye...
Soyi aankhon mein roshni jaag jaye....
Mera desh aur mahan ho jaye...

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......Mahen
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From My Collection.. VI !!

Tue, 08 Apr 2008 11:59:41 +0530

In what other language do people drive in a parkway and park in a driveway?

Why does night fall but never break and day break but never fall?

Why
is it that when we transport something by car, it's called a shipment,
but when we transport something by ship, it's called cargo?

Why are people who ride motorcycles called bikers and people who ride bikes called cyclists?

In what other language do they call the third hand on the clock the second hand?

Why is it called a TV set when you get only one?

Why - in our crazy language - can your nose run and your feet smell?

Sometimes you have to believe that all English speakers should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane:

If olive oil is made of olives, what do they make baby oil from?

If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian consume?

A writer is someone who writes, and a stinger is something that stings.

But fingers don't fing and
grocers don't groce.

If the plural of tooth is teeth, shouldn't the plural of booth be beeth?

If the teacher taught, why isn't it also true that the preacher praught?

If harmless actions are the opposite of harmful actions, why are shameless and shameful behavior the same?

English
is a language in which you can turn a light on and you can turn a light
off and you can turn a light out, but you can't turn a light in;

In which the sun comes up and goes down, but prices go up and come down.

In
which your nose can simultaneously burn up and burn down and your car
can slow up and slow down, in which you can fill in a form by filling
out a form and in which your alarm clock goes off by going on.

English
is a crazy language. What is it that when the sun or the moon or the
stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are
invisible; and why when I wind up my watch, I start it, but when I wind
up this essay, I shall end it?

Tricky Plurals

We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes;

but the plural of ox became oxen not oxes.

One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,

yet the plural of moose should never be meese.

You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice;

yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.

If the plural of man is always called men,

why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?

If I spoke of my foot and show you my feet,

and I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?

If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,

why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that, and three would be those,

yet hat in the plural would never be hose,

and the plural of cat is cats, not cose.

We speak of a brother and also of brethren,

but though we say mother, we never say methren.

Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him, but imagine the

feminine, she, shis and shim.

Lets face it, English is a crazy language!

From My collection V...!!!

Tue, 01 Apr 2008 12:30:06 +0530

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Sindhi Jokes
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Q) What is an "astronaut" sindhi called?
A) Chandwani

Q) What is a "simple" sindhi called?
A) Sadwani

Q) What is a "colorful" sindhi called?
A) Rangwani

Q) What is a "careless" sindhi called?
A) Parwani

Q) What is a "honest" sindhi called?
A) Sachanandani

Q) What is an "electric" sindhi called?
A) Bijlani

Q) What is an "advanced" sindhi called?
A) Advani

Q) What is a "technology oriented" sindhi called?
A) Tekchandani

Q) What is a "revolving" sindhi called?
A) Pherwani

Q) What is a "vibrating" sindhi called ?
A) Kampani

Q) What is a "weight lifting" sindhi called?
A) Tolani

Q) What is a "consenting" sindhi called?
A) Rajani

Q) What is a "hairy" sindhi called?
A) Keswani

Q) what is an always obliging sindhi called ?
A) Kriplani

Q) What is a sindhi called who believe in krishna ?
A) Goplani

Q) What is a "smelly" sindhi called?
A) Baswani

Q) Sindhi lawyer: Case-wani
Sindhi lawyer after a case: Purse-wani

Q)The blue-skier sindhi:
Akash-wani

Q)What is a communist Sindhi called?
A) Lalwani.

Q)What is a Sindhi who falls from the 3rd floor called?
A) Thadani.

Q)What is a Sindhi who falls from the 17th. floor called?
A) Kriplani.

Q)What is a Sindhi who falls from the 30th. floor called?
A) Marjani.

Q)What is the most noteworthy contribution of the Sindhis" to Hindustani Music ?
A) Raga Kirvani.

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Santa Jokes
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Santa: Doctor, ye phulon ki mala kis ke liye?

Doctor: Ye mera pehla operation hai, success hua to mere liye, nahi to tumhare liye.

Santa: Doc saab, mein Chashma laga ke pad to sakoonga?

Doc: Haan, bilkul.

Santa: To phir theek hai doc saab varna Anpad aadmi ki zindagi bhi koi zindagi hai.

Santa: Raat film main ek chudail kabhi mere aage, khabhi mere peechhe ghoom rahi thi...

Jeeto: Koun si film thi ?

Santa: Apni shaadi ki movie thi !

Santa apni girl friend ko I Luv U kehta hai aur gir jata hai.

Gal: Yeh kya kar rahe ho?

Santa: I"m falling in love.

Banta: Yeh AUTOMATICALLY kya hota hai?

Santa: Oye tujhe yeh bhi nahin pata, Jab auto mein koi ganji ladki ja rahi ho to use kehte hain AUTO-ME-TAKLI

Santa: Itne kam marks? Do thappad marne chahiye.

Pappu: Haan papa, chalo maine us saale master ka ghar bhi dekh rakha hai.

Q: Why did Santa take his pregnant wife Jeeto to Pizza Hut?

A: Because they advertised: "Free Delivery"

Santa asks: Who r u?

Wife: How dare u forget ur wife?

Santa: Nasha har gam ko bhula deta hai

Santa was busy in removing a wheel from auto,

Banta asks: Y r u removing a wheel from ur auto?

Santa: Can"t u read "Parking for two wheelers only"

Aisa.... Anokha rista jo tujhse ban gayaa.....

Fri, 14 Mar 2008 17:57:41 +0530

This post is dedicated to My Wife (life): NAVI

Aisa.....

Anokha rista jo tujhse ban gayaa,
Yun pal mein hi yadon mein bas gayaa...

Ankhon ne sab kehdiya....
labon ko kuch kehne hi na diya...

Ye khuda ka hi karishma thaa...
Jo tujhko bhi mujhse uss pal mein pyaar ho gayaa.....

Hum anjaan ek dusre se the...
Par Dilon ko ye ajnabi na jane kyun apne se lagne lage.....

Aisa....

Anokha rista jo tujhse ban gayaa,
Yun pal mein hi yadon mein bas gayaa...

Yakeen se bhi yakeen mera hath gayaa,
Itna khubsoorat ye jahan jo pal mein baan gayaa,

Na neend ki khabar thi na hi host ka tha pataa,
Teri hi soch mein har pal doobne main to lagaa...

Mere man aur tan ki kya kahoon...
Main khud Tujhpe Pehli nazar mein mar mitaa...

Aisa.....

Anokha rista jo tujhse ban gayaa,
Yun pal mein hi yadon mein bas gayaa...

Mere har sason ko tujhese pyaar hone lagaa...
Dil bhi tujhpe kurban hone ko tadapne lagaa,

Jindagi ki dusre sire par tu roshni si Jagmagane lagi,
Andheron ko chod mujhe roshni ki pyaas hone lagi...

Aankhon se saason tak phir rooh pe yun utarr gayi,
Har din tujhse suru aur tujhse khatam hone lagi....

Khuda ki Aankhon ka noor tu meri jindagi to sawaar gayi,
Khuda ki nek dua bankar ab meri jindagi ban gayi....

Aisa...

Anokha rista jo tujhse ban gayaa,
Yun pal mein hi yadon mein bas gayaa...

Tere pyaar ko sajda meine kiya,
Tere pyaar ko hi meine ab apna majhab bana liya....

Tere hi pyaar ko mein....
Sar aankhon pe har pal rakh liya....

Tere bin ek pal bhi na mein ji sakun...
Teri jaroorat ab har saanson ko padne lagi....

Hal-e-Dil kaise mein bayaan karoon....
Har shabd tere pyar mein chota lagne jo laga...

Aisa.....

Anokha rista jo tujhse ban gayaa,
Yun pal mein hi yadon mein bas gayaa...

........Mahen

For Someone Special....

Thu, 21 Feb 2008 15:09:51 +0530

Hi Friends,

22nd Feb is my Birthday... Yes!! this day I was brought to this world by my parents and thats the reason I believe I should celebrate and spend my B"day with them and other family members.... which I always do. I know some of you will agree and some of you will not....

This is My first post of this month and hopefully not the last one...

Here are some line I have penned down, as I usually do when my heart runs high on emotions.....

Aap ki yaad khub yaad dilati hai...

Aap ki yaad khub yaad dilaati hai...
Har baar ashk pe aansoon,
Dil pe dard chod jaati hai....

Bewas... lachaar... majboor...
Jaise sabdon ne aap ko ghere rakha hai...
Ab unka shikar hum bhi hain....

Na pura kar pata hoon,
Aap ki khwaishon ko....
Sharm se jhuka leta hoon,
Aapni nam aankhon ko.....

Aap ki yaad khub yaad dilaati hai...
Har baar ashk pe aansoon,
Dil pe dard chod jaati hai....

Jab bhi sahare ki jaroorat thi,
Aapka haath tham liya....

Kismat ki kuch aur hi jaroorat thi,
Jo dussri raah pe laake khada kar diya...

Pyaar mein aapki koi kaami na rahi,
Phir bhi kaanton ka taj aapko pehna diya....

Maana tarika alag thaa hamaara par pyaar hai wahi,
Humne bhi aapse be-inteha pyaar kiya...

Aap ki yaad khub yaad dilaati hai...
Har baar ashk pe aansoon,
Dil pe dard chod jaati hai....

Na bhoolta kabhi...
Na bool-sakta hoon kabhi...

Aapke dil ke dard ko...aap ki andekhi ashkon ko...
mitaakar dum lunga ek din...
Waqt ki jaroorat hai...
Kambakht waqt sath chalta nahi....

Aap ki yaad khub yaad dilaati hai...
Har baar ashk pe aansoon,
Dil pe dard chod jaati hai....

......Mahen

I would thank God Time my wife.... my Love and all you friends are there with me to to share....

THANKS TO ALL...........