I Can Understand

My Dada , he was the king of our home , his words were our orders to be done .. Dada was working hard day and night in all weather , just to get us food on the plate all together... days when you had to skip your lunch , I know you were happy for filling our stomach brunch. but where were you when we needed you , you were away always camping and working hard. I always had a feeling of anger for you , when i was young and used to miss you, I know what all you have been through to keep us up , i just wanted you to know that i can understand..

My mom , you are the best mom i can ever have .. you the queen and we were like your soldiers .. you were like a  savior for us  from the rest of the world ...doesn't matter how old we are, we were always kids for you mom , I know world isn't fair , but you were always there to share ... you were always committed and dedicated towards us.. you were always there for me, to take the blame for me...there are no words to express how i feel ... i can just say #respect from my heart side..when I was low you were there for me and never left me alone because you cared for me .. There is no way i can pay you back , i just wanted you to know that i can understand


Bro when you were born , i did all the crazy things to just see you smile, you were the best part of my childhood memories, as we grew together i was frustrated for all the attention you were getting, tried to beat you when ever i can but now, when i think of all those i regret to myself and just wish we had much more fun together..I know all the sacrifices you made to keep me happy , all you wanted in return was brother's love,but all i did was to tease and fight with you. when ever you needed support you were looking for me, but i was long gone before you could see me , i know you have no more faith on me but give me another chance to relive as you brother .. i know what all you have been through, i just wanted you to know that i can understand..


My baby girl , You were the angel of my life, a god gift that i always wished for..i always thank god that he made me meet you .. you came in my life when i was low .. your words are my inspiration.. i appreciate how you took care of me and all the extra love you gave me.. i know you always wanted time with me but i was stuck up with work my baby ... i can assure that there ain't women that can take your place ... you were always a princess for me baby ... Always tried to keep u happy and smiling .. you always made miracles with your words baby girl.. all the time we spent together and the best time of my life .. i wish i can take the time away and stay in those moments with you..  For you, there's no replacement ,You will always be my baby girl ... I know what i put you through,  i just wanted you to know that i can understand..

Satisfaction

Once there lived very rich family in town, they had a maid who was very poor. She used to do all the house hold work like washing , cleaning utensils, all things you can name it . She used to wear torn clothes like we usually find in a poor family, she never cared how she looked or how she was dressed. All that mattered to her, was she able to complete the work or not. One peculiar thing about her was she used to sing when she was working all day long never used to get tired and some thing more strange was she always used to sing only one song .All day long she used to sing that song,it was about an orange color beautiful Saree. She used to describe its beauty and imagining what would she look like if she ever get a chance to wear that beautiful Saree, she used to sing about this in her song. Once a relative came to their house. She was a very good and kind hearted person. She was so amazed, to see a girl in those torn clothes not even bothered what others talk about her but is working so hard and singing a beautiful song about an orange Saree.There was a sense of curiosity in her mind.She has seen many people in her lifetime desiring for many things but even after achieving them they never get satisfied, they tend to desire more and more.So she wanted to test the girl, She wanted to know more about the desires of this girl so she waited for few more days. But she observed that the girl always sang about the same song describing an orange Saree. So she decided to gift an beautiful orange color Saree to the girl.
             The next day morning the girl came as usual to work and started working her routine. Relative presented her this Saree to her while leaving, she was so happy to see a such a wonderful Saree but she rejected it first but when relative forced her to take, she couldn't say no, so she accepted it. On that day she went home very happily singing the song loudly with all joy in the world in her face,relative was so curious to see what will she do with that Saree. Next day she came to the work in morning in the Saree gifted by relative with a beautiful smile. She started working and singing that i have a beautiful orange Saree and describing her feeling how she was feeling etc like the usual days .After the day's work she went home happily. Relative was expecting that from tomorrow onwards she will sing another song expressing her other desires and thinking what will she do tomorrow.The next day she saw the girl back in her old torn clothes singing about that beautiful orange Saree while doing her work.Relative was surprised to see her like that and was very happy for that girl. Then relative understood true meaning of SATISFACTION.

In life we see many people who desire for many things.. even when they get the most of the things in their life they wont get satisfied at all...but some people are happy with what they have.. they find there satisfaction in there own limitations

Moral : There is a pleasure in the experience of the word "Satisfaction". this is an eternal truth, here "mind" is the essential part to indicate pleasures and sorrows. If a person is happy and satisfied, his life will be peaceful and blissful

Beautiful

She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. 

She was beautiful for the way she thought. 

She was beautiful for that sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved.

She was beautiful for her ability to make people smile even when she was sad. 

No,she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks.

She was beautiful, deep down to her soul...

She was beautiful..

She was beautiful..


#copied

Source -- Unknown

Excel Magic

To  see his work of art, please do the following: 
  
1.  Click on the link to get Village.xls and download the file
 ---  https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B8Bv9ZxCVaDMdHQyc0lTM1oxUzA/edit?usp=sharing
  
2. Open the file and  Select all cells (or press  CTRL+A) 
  
3.  Go to format, and set the row height as  15.33 
  
4.  Go to format, and set the column width as  2.4

You can see an amazing art in excel.. 


                                          Source -- anonymous

A Mortal's Plight

Some times i feel invincible ,
Some times i feel indestructible,
Feels like i can do anything....
Some times we make decisions without our consciousness..
always leading to believing godlessness..
Its summer time , why the hell am i still coding..
while others are enjoying..
we have these studies and its stress..
as if these are not enough ..
girl friend and her wishes to address..
i am always on a war with the pressure ,
just trying not to let in as i am a fresher...
these are enough to screw your world..
Now i never cry or complain..
started to accept life as it is the hurricane..
i don't need a doctor i don't need a check up..
just need to spend time with myself for a setup ..
I couldn't sleep, so i kept thinking,
i couldn't face the reality, so i kept dreaming.
I always thought i am  the architect of my life..
but now i began to understand i am just a small puppet playing on your  fife..
you left me as a mortal in the portal of immortals
i am not afraid of dying,
but afraid of not alive enough of living..
At the top now and i never come down.. always stays focused and hell bound..
never forget where i came from .. that's where i was born from ..
i am not a writer or narrator.. just an guy keeping his feeling on a piece of paper..for which i am the proprietor..
Some times i feel invincible ,
Some times i feel un-destructible,
Feels like i can do anything....
but then it just occurs to me yet again  that i am just a mortal in this portal of immortals...