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Credits AP Photo/Muhammed Muheisen

Pakistani girl, Kiran Riasat (8) who works with her mother and father, seen in the background, in a brick factory, checks on her brother Rizwan (1.5) laying in a hammock attached on a bed, at the site of work, in the outskirts of Islamabad.

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What if ?

What if we were in the same boat
Rolling on a green sea
Listening to the water
No ordered future, no sorted old, wet memories?

And what if time was not the issue
And we could just go on for days and days and days,
Never need for, never miss you,
Give you nothing more than a smile on your face?

What if I had ten good reasons
To love you and to leave you, darlin’
Better than the you you were before?
What if we were in the same boat
Only to keep on moving on?

What if we had ten different reasons
To love upon and leave each other
Separate to head on for the shore?

What if we were in the same boat
Only to keep moving on?
Moving on…

Seems like I’ve been on this trip so long, ittle splashes all I see.
Ten more lovers to the wind and once again I’m left with me.
Seems that as my time draws nearer,
I look into that mirror at a face that’s had it’s fun
And kept moving on…

Always moving on…
With no one.

But what if we were in the same boat
Rolling to the same beat
Listening to each other
No eyes for another
No need to ever look away?

And what if we could stay together
And simply move on day after day after day
Sun and stormy weather
You and I together
Moving on always?

Sun and stormy weather
You and I together
Moving on always

Side by side together
You and I forever
Moving on always…

Always.  

†△† Way Too Early †△†

John F. Kennedy Jr.

John F. Kennedy Jr.

It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.

Opposite of Love

“Mutual consent”

Husband Wife Cartoon

A cell-phone rings at 9 o’clock in the morning in an apartment in Pune.

The husband picks up, pauses for a moment as if hearing something, and says, “Don’t worry, I’ll be there on time,” and then he switches off the mobile phone and keeps it in his pocket.

He then shouts to his wife, who is in the kitchen: “I’m going out for some work. I’ll be back around one thirty or two for lunch.”

“Where are you going…? You’ve taken leave today. Let’s go shopping…and then we’ll go for lunch and a movie.”

“Please. Not today. I’ve taken leave just for this important thing.”

“Important thing…? What important thing…? Where are you going…?” the wife persists.

The husband does not want to tell her but he knows now that he has no choice but to tell her. He knows his wife’s nature so well – she is not going to rest till she finds out. She will nag him to death until he tells her.

So he decides to tell her the bare minimum.

“I am going to the Family Court,” he says.

“Family Court…? Why…?” his wife shrieks in amazement.

“A divorce case,” the husband says nonchalantly.

“Divorce case…? You are filing a divorce case…? You are trying to divorce me behind my back…?” the wife yells hysterically.

“Will you please be quiet and listen…? It’s not us. Pooja has asked me to come for the hearing.”

“Pooja…? Who is this Pooja…?”

“ You’ve met her. She’s my colleague at work.”

“Oh…so it is That Pooja…! I knew you always had a soft corner for her.”

“It’s her final divorce hearing today and she’s called me.”

“Divorce case…? Pooja…? She called you…? How are you involved…? I hope the divorce is not because of you…? I knew you’d do something stupid. You are so gullible you know – you must have got trapped by her, fell victim to her charms and now you are in trouble being summoned by courts. Respectable persons never see the insides of a court in their entire lives…!”

“Will you please keep quiet…? You just go on and on…! Pooja has called me just to give her emotional support…”

“Emotional support…? From you…? So this Pooja needs emotional support from you…? Why you…? Tell me…why you…? I knew there was some hanky-panky going on. I’m coming with you. Can’t you see what she’s up to…?”

“Please…please calm down and don’t jump to conclusions. Pooja is just a colleague going through a rough patch. As a friend, I have to help her out, show her a bit of compassion and kindness…that’s all…”

“Compassion…? Compassion, my foot…! This compassion may soon turn into passion…!” the wife says sarcastically, “I tell you…Drying a divorcee’s tears is one of the most dangerous pastimes for a man, especially a married man…!”

“Pastime…? I’m not going there for amusement. I’m going just to help out a colleague…”

“Oh, yes. An attractive colleague in distress, isn’t it…? And our Knight in shining armour is rushing to her rescue…!”

“Okay. Why don’t you come along and see for yourself…” the husband says exasperated.

The moment he utters those words he instantly regrets it, but it is too late.

His wife has already picked up her purse and is heading towards the door.

“Why are they divorcing…?” the wife asks, as they are driving in their car from their house towards the Family Court in city.

“It’s divorce by mutual consent.”

“Mutual consent…? What nonsense…! There must be some other reason.”

“No. They have just agreed to separate.”

“Agreed to separate…? If they can agree to separate, why can’t they agree to stay together…?”

“I don’t know. Why don’t you ask Pooja that…!” the husband says irritated.

“Of course I will. And I’ll give a piece of my mind to her husband too and tell him to stop harassing his wife.”

“Please…I beg you…for heaven’s sake don’t say anything stupid and embarrassing to them over there. He is not harassing her. They are parting amicably, as friends. I told you, it is an amicable divorce by mutual consent…”

“What nonsense…? Amicable divorce by mutual consent…! There is no such thing as amicable divorce…!”

“What do you mean…? So many people have amicable divorces now-a-days and part as friends.”

“Nonsense…! It’s all nonsense, a cover up… Amicable Divorce is a big lie – an oxymoron.”

“Oxymoron…?”

“Yes. Tell me, how can divorce be amicable…? If a marriage is really so amicable, why divorce in the first place…? If they can divorce and remain friends, I am sure they can remain married and be friends, isn’t it…?”

“I don’t know. Please let’s talk something else.”

“I am sure there is something fishy…”

“Will you please keep quiet and let me drive the car in peace…?”

“What’s her husband’s name…?”

“Abhishek.”

“See… Pooja and Abhishek… even their names are compatible,” the wife says, I am certain that there must be some adultery involved. This Abhishek must be having an affair. Or it must be Pooja. Yes it’s her. I’m sure she is having an affair…!”

“Don’t be stupid. She’s not like that.”

“How do you know…?”

“I know her for so many years now. She’s quite close to me. She’s told me everything…”

“Close to you…? She is close to you…? Oh, My God…! I hope it’s not you…?”

“Me…? Will you please shut up…? I told you it is mutual incompatibility…!”

“Mutual Incompatibility my foot…! Let me tell you there is no one in this world who is more mutually incompatible than you and me…! But are we divorcing…?”

“Why don’t we…? At least I’ll have some peace and respite from your constant nagging…”

“Ah…you want to divorce me so you can marry her, is it…? You’ve got a hope in heaven…! I’ll cling on to you till my dying day… And then I will follow you as a ghost and even to heaven after that…”

They drive in silence for a while and then the wife asks, “Has she got any children…?”

“Yes. Two. A boy and a girl. In school…”

“Poor kids. What will happen to them…?”

“They’ll go off to a boarding school for a while till Pooja settles down…”

“It’s funny. They’ve got children and are divorcing. We don’t have any children, but we are carrying on together…!”

“Yes,” the husband says, “I really wonder…! We constantly fight but we stay together… and they have such a cordial relationship but they want to separate…”

“Marriage is not supposed to be cordial and cold,” the wife says lovingly, snuggling up affectionately to her long-married husband.

“ I’ve realized one thing,” says the husband dotingly hugging his much-married wife.

“What…?”

“The opposite of love is not hate – the opposite of love is indifference.”

Love Wealth Success

Here is an inspirational story I read somewhere :
 
Long time ago in China there was a time when people used to have gardens outside there houses. Almost all the families had one.
This story is about one such ordinary family having a modest house with a garden in front.
The family was going through a tough phase as the husband was not doing well in his career, the family was financially quite badly off and this was causing discord in their home.
One evening the wife was strolling in her garden waiting for the husband to come home from work.
From the corner of her eye she saw three old men standing in the far corner of her garden.
She gradually started walking towards them.
As she came closer she noticed that they were noble looking elderly men with long white beards.
She did not recognize them, but being a kind woman, she said “I don’t think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have a cup of tea and something to eat.”
“Is the man of the house home?” they asked.
“No”, the wife said, “my husband is out.”
“Then we cannot come in now”, they replied.
In the meantime her husband returned home from work after another gruelling day.
He was obviously not in a good mood since, as usual; he had a bad day at work.
The wife immediately told him that they had guests standing outside and suggested they invite them.
Initially the husband was reluctant but then he finally agreed after being persuaded by his wife’s insistence, so he said, “Okay, go and tell them that I am home and invite them in.” 
The woman went out and invited the men in.
“We do not go into a house together,” they replied.
“Why is that?” asked the puzzled wife.
One of the old men explained: “His name is Wealth,” he said pointing to one of his friends, and then pointing to the other one he said, “He is Success, and I am Love. Only one of us will come into your home. It is for you to decide which one of us three you want to invite into your home.”
Seeing the confusion on her face, they told the wife, “We suggest you go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home.”
The wife went in and told her husband about what the three old men had said.
The husband was overjoyed. “How nice,” he said, “Let us invite Success. He will make me successful in my career, I will no longer be a loser, a failure, and all our troubles will go away.”
But his wife disagreed, and said, “My dear, why don’t we invite Wealth? Let him come in and fill our home with plenty of wealth – it will make us rich and prosperous and you won’t even have to work and we all can enjoy throughout our lives.”
Their daughter was listening from the other corner of the house. The daughter wanted peace and harmony in the house so she said: “Let us invite Love. Our home will then be filled with love – that’s what we need most now!”
At first they did not agree with their daughter’s suggestion but the daughter was very stubborn and would not change her mind so the two parents finally gave in and agreed to invite Love.
“Okay, we will do as our daughter says,” the husband said to his wife, “you go out and invite Love to be our guest.”
The woman went out and told the three old men, “We wish to invite Love into our home.”
Love stepped forward and the wife started leading him towards her house.
As she conducted Love into her home she noticed that the other two Success and Wealth also followed and entered the house.
Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: “I only invited Love. Why are you two coming in?”
The old men replied together: “If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would have stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever he goes, we go with him. When Love comes into your lives, into your home, into your family, Success and Wealth automatically follow.
 
Do you agree, Dear Reader. Is this relevant today?
Wherever there is Love, there can be also Wealth and Success
and suppose even if those two, Wealth and Success are not there, it is Love that matters the most …

Answers to my Questions

I asked God to omit my problems.
His answer: No…, it’s not for eliminated but to defeated.
 
I asked God to heal my disability
His answer: No…, your soul is perfect but the body is just temporary.
 
I asked God to give me patience
His answer: No…, patience is the result of trouble not for given but to be learned.
 
I asked God to give me blessing
His answer: No…, I give thankfulness to you so your life will never be lacked.
 
I ask God to keep me away from suffering
His answer: No…, suffer will keeping you away from worldly attention and bring you closer to me.
 
I asked God to grow my faith
His answer: No…, it must grow itself but I will prune for you to quickly bear the fruit.
 
I ask God to give me everything so I could enjoy life
His answer: No…, I give life for you to enjoy everything.
 
I ask God to help me love others as He loves me.
Then He said: “Hmm…,, finally you understand”

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Give “ME” some sunshine

Fly Dance

"Love made lovers create such magic,
Hearts provide the joyful house,
Songs and words come each day,
Within hearts and eyes that smile :)

But winds come bitter with time,
And apart the lovers seek new roads,
Unconditional poems of love given,
Were selfishly obtained and marred

January greedily stole lover’s soul,
Sweet songs turned bitter in taste,
Poems must not cry for songs of sorrow,
For endings come with a better tomorrow..."

mAKE a wISH

“I’ll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to fly
I’ll do what it takes til’ I touch the sky
And I’ll make a wish
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won’t forget all the ones that I love
I’ll take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway..”

Swati Atul