Wednesday, July 29, 2009

After I had my breakfast, I took my bicycle to reach to my dept.Today, I dint hit anybody like I was doing for two consecutive days. On my way, when I reached the main gate of my hostel, I saw a girl accompanied by her father n mother;I guess she was a new entrant so her parents had come to drop her. My eyes went nowhere but to have a glimpse of her mom.She was wearing a red colored cotton saree… she looked like a typical Indian mother. Immediately, one face that came in front of my eyes was of my mom.

I don’t know what has happened to me…but ever since I have arrived here at IIT kgp, every woman in saree or for that matter ANY woman reminds me of my mom.There is one time in day when I really go sad n feel incomplete. I miss my mom the most... I m just being sentimental and emotional right now while writing this post waiting for my Prof. to come with wet eyes...hope to get out of thios hangover soon...


Following excerpt i ve taken from somewhere, like to share here...


"Why are you crying, a young boy asked his Mom?

"Because I'm a woman," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said.

His Mom just hugged him and said,
"And you never will, but that's O.K.".......

Later the little boy asked his father,
"Why does Mom seem to cry for no reason?".
"All women cry for no reason," was all his Dad could say......

The little boy grew up and became a man,
still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God and when God got back to him, he asked "God, why do women cry so easily?"

GOD answered......

"When I made woman,
I decided she had to be special.
I made her shoulders
strong enough to carry
the weight of the world, yet,
made her arms gentle enough to give comfort...

I gave her the inner strength
to endure childbirth
and the rejection
that many times will come
even from her own children.

I gave her a hardness
that allows her
to keep going and take care
of her family and friends,
even when everyone else gives up, through sickness and fatigue without
complaining....

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all
circumstances. Even when her child has hurt her badly....

She has the very special power to make a child's boo-boo feel better and
to quell a teenager's anxieties and fears....

I gave her strength to care for her husband, despite faults
and I fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart....

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but
sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him
unfalteringly....

For all of this hard work,
I also gave her a tear to shed.
It is hers to use
whenever needed and !
it is her only weakness....
When you see her cry,
tell her how much you love her, and all she does for everyone, and even though
she may still cry, you will have made her heart feel good.

She is special!

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Wackier the better

Want to take revenge on your enemy?
Without letting him guess your intensions…
Ask me how…
Just give him a friendly advice to have the same broadband connection as mine.
He will die off!
(Out of frustration; obviously)


P.S : i welcome ideas, from all people IN THE WORLD ; on how to teach them(my internet service provider) a lesson. Sooner the better!

I am serious : !

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