want to say thanks Indore...:) miss u very much

ohhhhh..... feeling very bad to say bye Indore bcz I am now in Ahmedabad, Gujrat. After spending 5.5 years in Indore finally I have switched and literally feels very bad. Almost all new culture new people and new place, I never thought that I will live in Gujrat, but my destiny is here now. Sometimes you have to take such decisions that you never want to take, that's the part of life. Really I miss very much Indore and my friends also and of course my family too.

I got new job here, gave interview and very rapidly selected, and seriously no time to think over it, as I selected I have decided to join here and when I was here first time felt very hot weather was to hot. One time I thought return to Indore but didn't that, I know this is the time to do something new so I finally decided to stay here, stay in Ahmedabad.

Pyar , Ishq, aor....................hum

chand dino ke pyar me wo dusron ko to apne aap ko bhool jaya karte he...kah do un longo se jo khte he ke hum pyar karte he, aor puche jane par, us pyar ka izhar karne se darte he.

Kuch lines me smjha pau aisi meri aokat kha, kelin padne ke bad kuch an-smjha lge aisa to ho nhi sakta....!!!!

phle bole ke wo mera jan pahchan wala he, fir bole ke wo mera dost he, fir bole ke wo mera sabse accha dost he, fir to had hi ho gai aor bole ke tm kya smjho dost kya hota he. Ye to bus meri jubani he, han lekin me janta hun ye sab ki khani he...

Jamae ki daud me pyar ko ek gahna bna liya jo phanna bhut jauri he, fir chahe apne pure kapde utar jaye; kise fikar he. Aor mjal he kisi ki jo is gahne ke bare me kuch bol de, kya jarurat kisi ki jo apki aokat ko duniyan ke samne khol de.

Ishq wale, deewane, aor is duniya ka sabse umda pyar karne wale wo apne aap ko khte he, lekin ye kon bataye unko ke aise hi madmast andhe longo ko duniya wale Ch....ya khte he. too-mera, me-teri...kuch aise hi bade bade wade wo mobile or social media par kiya karte he, aor ghar se mummi - papa ke aane ki khbar par apna apna room saf kiya karte he. 

Samjha do un aawara, nithalle, bad-dimag aasiqko ko.....hum bola nhi karte to isme humari kamjori nhi; unki bhalai he, Warna  ye to sirf chingari he, aag to humne kha abhi lagai he. 

Golden Days of My Life

kya din the wo, bindas ghumna, mje karna, n kisi se darna n kisi ki sunna. Golden days of life. Bachpan me subah 6 bje apna wo bat lekar ground par jana, bhook lge to apne ghar n jakar dusre dost ke khana. Garmi ki chuttiyon me pura din ghar se bhahar rhna sham hote hi patang lekar chat par dodna......ab to bus unhi yadon me jeene ko mil jaye to accha he. 

Kabhi kbhi to lagta he ke me itna khus nasib tha ke mene wo din itne acche se jiye, warna aaj me baccha hota to in 4 deewaron me kaid ho gya hota. Ajj bhi yad he wo keram ki liye 1 month tak jid karna, fir doston ko pure pure din ghar par bulakar unke sath khelna. Colony me JAMFAL ka koi ped nhi tha jha se humne chori n ki ho, chilchilati hue dhoop me gharo ke bhahar bell bjakar bhagna. Sarkari dak bunglow me pura pura din masti marna. Ek barf ki ice cream ke liye 1 km door jakar wo icecream khana. Sham ko andhre me wo chupa chpi khelna aor pkde jane ke dar se, aapas me ek dusre ki shirt phan lena.

ungliyon par din ginna ke kitne din bache he school khulne me, kitne din bache he aor mast karne me, kitne din bache he new books, copies lane me. Han mene wo apne apne golden din jiye he apne tarike se. kbhi nhi, bilkul nhi wo jindgi aaegi, wo dost bhi he, wo jagah bhi mil jaye lekin wo umer n wapas aaegi. Aaj bhi agar me chahu ke pane doston se khu ke yar chalo hum wo sab karte he wo kbhi humari jan hua karti thi to shayad meri buban bhi bol n paye. N jane kitni yade he is dil me, n jane kitne arman he is dil me jo bus ek soch me khush kar jati he. 

Kisi ka koi dosh nhi, ye to usool he jamane ka, ke waqt to badlta he, lekin yad to whi rhti he. Mil jate he kbhi un yadon se to dil ko ek tasslli milti he. Me khus hun ye sochkar ke mene wo apni jindgi itne acche se ji, jo ab  kbhi nhi milegi.........Golden days of our life golden days my life..:)