ONE BEDROOM FLAT… WRITTEN BY AN INDIAN ENGINEER…


Dear Friends, very touching article. Enjoy reading…must read it…

Every person those who r far away from their parents for jobs should
have to read this heart touching mail!!

ONE BEDROOM FLAT…
WRITTEN BY AN INDIAN ENGINEER…

A Bitter Reality
As the dream of most parents I had acquired a degree in Engineering and
joined a company based in USA, the land of braves and opportunity. When
I arrived in the USA, it was as if a dream had come true.

Here at last I was in the place where I want to be. I decided I would be
staying in this country for about Five years in which time I would have
earned enough money to settle down in India.

My father was a government employee and after his retirement, the only
asset he could acquire was a decent one bedroom flat.
I wanted to do something more than him. I started feeling homesick and
lonely as the time passed. I used to call home and speak to my parents
every week using cheap international phone cards. Two years passed, two
years of Burgers at McDonald’s and pizzas and discos and 2 years
watching the foreign exchange rate getting happy whenever the Rupee
value went down.

Finally I decided to get married. Told my parents that I have only 10
days of holidays and everything must be done within these 10 days. I got
my ticket booked in the cheapest flight. Was jubilant and was actually
enjoying hopping for gifts for all my friends back home. If I miss
anyone then there will be talks. After reaching home I spent home one
week going through all the photographs of girls and as the time was
getting shorter I was forced to select one candidate.

In-laws told me, to my surprise, that I would have to get married in 2-3
days, as I will not get anymore holidays. After the marriage, it was
time to return to USA, after giving some money to my parents and telling
the neighbors to look after them, we returned to USA.
My wife enjoyed this country for about two months and then she started
feeling lonely. The frequency of calling India increased to twice in a
week sometimes 3 times a week. Our savings started diminishing.

After two more years we started to have kids. Two lovely kids, a boy and
a girl, were gifted to us by the almighty. Every time I spoke to my
parents, they asked me to come to India so that they can see their
grand-children.
Every year I decide to go to India But part work part monetary
conditions prevented it. Years went by and visiting India was a distant
dream. Then suddenly one day I got a message that my parents were
seriously sick. I tried but I couldn’t get any holidays and thus could
not go to India … The next message I got was my parents had passed
away and as there was no one to do the last rights the society members
had done whatever they could. I was depressed. My parents had passed
away without seeing their grand children.

After couple more years passed away, much to my children’s dislike and
my wife’s joy we returned to India to settle down. I started to look for
a suitable property, but to my dismay my savings were short and the
property prices had gone up during all these years. I had to return to
the USA…
My wife refused to come back with me and my children refused to stay in
India… My 2 children and I returned to USA after promising my wife I
would be back for good after two years.

Time passed by, my daughter decided to get married to an American and my
son was happy living in USA… I decided that had enough and wound-up
everything and returned to India… I had just enough money to buy a
decent 02 bedroom flat in a well-developed locality.
Now I am 60 years old and the only time I go out of the flat is for the
routine visit to the nearby temple. My faithful wife has also left me
and gone to the holy abode.

Sometimes I wondered was it worth all this?
My father, even after staying in India,
Had a house to his name and I too have the same nothing more.
I lost my parents and children for just ONE EXTRA BEDROOM.

Looking out from the window I see a lot of children dancing. This damned
cable TV has spoiled our new generation and these children are losing
their values and culture because of it. I get occasional cards from my
children asking I am alright. Well at least they remember me.
Now perhaps after I die it will be the neighbours again who will be
performing my last rights, God Bless them.
But the question still remains ‘was all this worth it?’

I am still searching for an answer…… ……… ..!!!
START THINKING
IS IT JUST FOR ONE EXTRA BEDROOM???
LIFE IS BEYOND THIS ..DON’T JUST LEAVE YOUR LIFE ..
START LIVING IT .
LIVE IT AS YOU WANT IT TO BE…

Sayad duniya badal rahi hai


Jab mai chota tha ,sayad duniya bahut badi huwa karti thi, mughe yad hai mere ghar se school
tak safar wo rasta kya kya nahi tha wha ,tikiya aur chole ki dukan jalebi ki dukan
aaj wha mobile shop video parler hai fir bhi suna hai

Sayad Waqt Simat Rha hai
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jab mai chota tha same bahut lambi huwa karti thi mai hath me kanchi lekar din bhar dosto ke sath
khela karta thawo, lambi saykil ki resh wo bachpan ke khel her sam ko ghar pe sikayat, khelte khelte thak
jate the aub sam nahi hoti din dhalta hai aur sidhe sam ho jati hai,

Sayad riste badal rahe hai
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jab mai chota tha sayad dosti bahut gahri huaa karti thi din bhar dosto ke sath khelna ladkiyo ki bate karna
unhe line marna aub bhi kai dost hai lakin dosti jane kha hai trafiq signal pe milte hai aur hy by fir aapne aapne rase
nikal jate hai, holi depawli aur new year pe sms aa jate hai,
Bachpan me khel bhi ajib the gulli danda kabbadi chupi chupai posam pa aub waqt nahi hai
ineternet office se fursat nahi milti
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Jindagi ka sabse bda sach jo aksar kabristan ke bahar likha hota ,
manjil yahi thi bas jindagi gujar gyi yha aate aate”
–
jindagi ka her lamha bahut chota hai ise kal ki buniyad me aaj barbad mat karo aane wala kal sapne me hi hota hai
hum bhag rahe hai kyu kuch waqt apne liye nikalo apne ghar walo ke liye jindagi jine ka nam hai katne ka nahi

Alok Mishra

Life is a dream but dream is always broken my heart


JISKI DHUN PER DUNIYA NAACHE,DIL AISA EK TAARA HAI,
JO HUM KO BHI PYARA HAI AUR,JO TUM KO BHI PYARA HAI,
JHOOM RAHI HAI SARI DUNIYA,JABKI HAMARE GEETON PER,
TAB KETHI HO PYAR HUA HAI,KYA EAHSAN TUMHARA HAI,

JO DHART SE AMBER JODE,USKA NAAM MOHABBAT HAI,
JO SEESHE SE PATTHAR TODE,USKA NAAM MOHABBAT HAI,
KATRA KATRA SAGAR TAK TOH,JATI HAI HAR UMAR MAGAR,
BETHA DAYIYA WAPAS MOODE,USKA NAAM MOHABBAT HAI,

PANHAON MAI JO AAYA HO,TOH USS PER WAR KYA KARNA?
JO DIL HARA HUA HO,USS PE FIR ADHIKAR KYA KARNA?
MOHABBAT KA MAJA TO DOOBNE KII KASMKASH MAI HAI,
JO HO MALOOM GEHRAI,TOH DARIYA PAR KYA KARNA?

BASTI BASTI GHOR UDASI PARVAT PARVAT KHALIPANN,
MAN HEERA BEMOL BIKK GAYA GHISS GHISS REETA TANN CHANDAN,
ISS DHARTI SE USS AMBER TAK DOO HI CHEEJ GAJAB KI HAI,
EK TOH TERA BHOLAPANN HAI EK MERA DEEWANAPAN.

TUMHARE PASS HU LEKIN JO DURI HAI SAMAJTA HU,
TUMHARE BIN MERI HASTI ADHURI HAI SAMAJTA HU,
TUMHE MAI BHOOL JAUNGA YE MUMKIN NAI LAKIN,
TUMHE KO BHULNA SAB SE JARURI HAI SAMAJTA HU,

Pagli Ladki Ke Bin( Hindi Kavita)


Amawas ki kaali raaton mein dil ka darwaja khulta hai,
Jab dard ki pyaali raaton mein gum ansoon ke sang hote hain,

Jab pichwade ke kamre mein hum nipat akele hote hain,
Jab ghadiyan tik-tik chalti hain, sab sote hain, hum rote hain,
Jab baar baar dohrane se saari yaadein chuk jaati hain,
Jab unch-neech samjhane mein mathe ki nas dukh jaati hain,
Tab ek pagli ladki ke bin jeena gaddari lagta hai,
Aur us pagli ladki ke bin marna bhi bhari lagta hai.

Jab pothe khali hote hain, jab har sawali hote hain,
Jab gazlen raas nahin aatin, afsane gaali hote hain.
Jab baasi feeki dhoop sametein din jaldi dhal jaata hai,
Jab suraj ka laskhar chhat se galiyon mein der se jaata hai,
Jab jaldi ghar jaane ki ichha mann hi mann ghut jaati hai,
Jab college se ghar laane waali pahli bus chhut jaati hai,
Jab beman se khaana khaane par maa gussa ho jaati hai,
Jab laakh mana karne par bhi paaro padhne aa jaati hai,
Jab apna manchaha har kaam koi lachari lagta hai,
Tab ek pagli ladki ke bin jeena gaddari lagta hai,
Aur us pagli ladki ke bin marna bhi bhari lagta hai.

Jab kamre mein sannate ki awaj sunai deti hai,
Jab darpan mein aankhon ke neeche jhai dikhai deti hai,
Jab badki bhabhi kahti hain, kuchh sehat ka bhi dhyan karo,
Kya likhte ho lalla dinbhar, kuchh sapnon ka sammaan karo,
Jab baba waali baithak mein kuchh rishte waale aate hain,
Jab baba humein bulate hain, hum jaate hain, ghabrate hain,
Jab saari pahne ladki ka ek photo laya jaata hai,
Jab bhabhi humein manati hain, photo dikhlaya jaata hai,
Jab saare ghar ka samjhana humko fankari lagta hai,
Tab ek pagli ladki ke bin jeena gaddari lagta hai,
Aur us pagli ladki ke bin marna bhi bhari lagta hai.

Didi kahti hain us pagli ladki ki kuchh aukat nahin,
Uske dil mein bhaiya tere jaise pyare jasbat nahin,
Wo pagli ladki mere liye nau din bhooki rahti hai,
Chup-chup saare vrat karti hai, par mujhse kabhi na kahti hai,
Jo pagli ladki kahti hai, main pyar tumhi se karti hoon,
Lekin mein hoon majboor bahut, amma-baba se darti hoon,
Us pagli ladki par apna kuchh adhikar nahin baba,
Yeh katha-kahani kisse hain, kuchh bhi to saar nahin baba,
Bas us pagli ladki ke sang jeena fulwari lagta hai,
Aur us pagli ladki ke bin marna bhi bhari lagta hai…

Gautam Brahmhan History


The word “gotra” means “lineage” in the Sanskrit language. Among those of the Brahmin caste, gotras are reckoned patrilineally. Each gotra takes the name of a famous Rishi or sage who was the patrilineal forebearer of that clan. And each Gotra is addressed by the suffix ‘sa’ or ‘asa’ as relevant.

The concept of Gotra was the first attempt among Brahmins to classify themselves among different groups. At the beginning, these gentes identified themselves by the names of various rishis (Angirasa, Atri, Gautam, Kashyapa, Bhrigu, Vasistha, Kutsa,and Bharadwaja; the first seven of these are often enumerated as Saptarishis). It is to be noted that Vishwamitra was initially a Kshatriya king, who later chose and rose to become an ascetic rishi. Hence the gotra was applied to the grouping stemming from one of these rishis as his descendants.