Come ....fall in LOVE !!!..

Rarely you got few friends haivng the same taste as you have though i had never seen this friend any time nither i hear her but i can very well imagin about her imagination and the poetry given below is the sole representation of her penmenship ..clap for the girl having such a classi thougts



Come ......fall in love
Is the call of the world

Is there any slimmest chance ??
a smile , a handshake or a glance
a meet , a dialogue or a dance
-- All agreed ....but no romance !!

Is there any hope to see ??
you people together in glee
and re-visit the times that flee
--No dear .....me very happy singly !!

Is there even a lil possibility ??
of u coming out of this impression -so faulty
and extend a hand of felicity
--Lol !! ......Me sure of my testing ability !!

Come then ....lets watch hand in hand
As weather splits rocks to sand
what comes to u "OR" or "AND"
all wishes for a greener Greenland !!

Latest rhytham .....

Tere hothon ke naseman se ...
mery aankhon ka bahkaana....

tery saanson ke mehkne se ....
mere jasbon ka machalne ....

jara samnjhon kahin pagal na bana daain..
tery aankhain....

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Baakhuda husn hai ya husn ak dariya liye ho tum,
laakhoon deewane hue, doobe yahan, jariaya liye ho tum.....
jara do boond tere husn ki hum bhi gira do,
yahan dekho mery pyaasi si nigaahon ka bahkna.....

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Tere jalwon se bahut door tak roshan hai jamana,
Chodo insaank ki baatin, wo khuda khud hai deewana.....
husno rukhshaar ki devi jara dharty pe kadam rakh,
yahan deedar ko tere, ye jamana hai deeawana

Is Bachchan's Hindi version better?

This is the way we all have to look along

India Poised- Gulzar

Hi

India Poised

A very very happy Basant Panchmi to you all friends, today certainly is the most important day of student's life as this a day which is known as the day of Goodess Saraswati and thus the best for beginning any thing new.

There are two Indias in this country. One India is straining at the leash, eager to spring forth and live up to all the adjectives that the world has been recently showering upon us.

The other India is the leash.

One India says "Give me a chance, and I'll prove myself."

The other India says "Prove yourself first, and maybe then, you'll have a chance."

One India lives in the optimism of our hearts.

The other India lurks in the scepticism of our minds.

One India wants.

The other India hopes.

One India leads.

The other India follows.

These conversions are on the rise. With each passing day, more and more people from the other India are coming over to this side. And quietly, while the world is not looking, a pulsating, dynamic India is emerging.

An India whose faith in success is far greater than its fear of failure.

An India that no longer boycotts foreign-made goods, but buys out the companies that makes them instead.

History, they say, is a bad motorist. It rarely ever signals its intentions when it's taking a turn.

This is that rarely ever moment. History is turning a page.

For over half a century, our nation has sprung, stumbled, run, fallen, rolled over, got up and dusted ourself, and cantered, sometimes lurched on.

But now, in our sixtieth year as a free nation, the ride has brought us to the edge of time's great precipice.

And one India, a tiny little voice at the back of the head, is looking down at the bottom of the ravine, and hesitating. The other India is looking up at the sky and saying, "It's time to fly."