Hundred words do not give pain

But a special persons silence

Makes more tears in our heart …

 This is a big true which I have experienced myself. I had a very special friend who was very much close to my heart we shared our feelings to each other he was really a gift for me and I loved him a lot …..

But one day every thing went wrong we fought   with each other …… at the starting I didn’t took it very much seriously …. But as the days passed I understood that a big gap was formed between us when ever our eyes met with each other  it spoke every thing but our lips remained silent for 8 months …. 

Day before yesterday breaking all the barriers formed between us  we talked  to each other. more than words  for some times  tears spoke  for us …….we talked every thing which we wished for  .  while sitting beside him  I felt a feeling which I have never felt before so I cant give that feeling a particular name   …..

Time was running so fast ……. I wished if I  had more time to spent with him ,  but we both was too late as it was the last day in our great   school  as we had finished  our  12^th  board exam successfully

At last while we were going to leave he asked to me “will you miss me????   With out waiting for my answer he continued I will surely miss you and I hate to do so …..  

 “ will you stay with me  , close to me  …..Till my death   ” I think it’s the only way I can stop missing you ….. Saying this he went ….

First I didn’t understood what he meant  by saying so  but when I understood  it was  too late  …. As  he already left the school..

But no problem if God wish that we should be always together through out the life he

[god]  will make us meet again …..

so ……. What I just want to say is “   IF YOU KEEP WATING FOR THE RIGHT TIME TO BEGIN  YOU MAY NEVER BEGIN ….. BEGIN  FROM WHERE YOU ARE,WITH WHAT YOU ARE AND  WITH WHAT YOU HAVE  …..

according  to AIRTELL “ BARRIERS BREAK IF PEOPLE TALK ”

SO IF YOUR LIPS ARE SILENT TO SOME ONE COMEON GO AND BREAK IT …

BECAUSE …….

      WHEN SOME THING VALUABLE IS NEAR US

       WE WONT CARE FOR IT …..

        BUT WHEN WEMISS THAT PRECIOUS THING

        WE START FEELING FOR IT …….

                              THAT’S LIFE……..

School memories

Last bench chatting… silly fights
Under bench munching
Those yawned teachers
Naughty pranks … out stood classes
School uniforms … school trees
Deep friendship … game period
Lunch time … special classes
Your lab galattas … b’ day treats
Exam hall … beating from teachers
Those never written postponed tests
Last minute preparations …
First love ……
Farewell day …. Those days will never come again
But only tears after reading this .
     
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This was an  sms which I have got yesterday from one of my friend … I have not missed  my school but soon I will  … then  too  it made my eyes  watery …   if you  miss your school your friends now by reading this … this is the right time take your autograph book then dial your best friend… give them a surprise  and make them still fell that you love them and you do care about them ……  will you do it ??? hope you will …

chitra .....

IT IS A MAIL WHICH I HAVE RECIEVED YESTERDAY ... I FELT IT  SO MEANING FULL AND JUST THOUGHT OF SHAREING IT WITH YOU ALL ... AND  ONE MORE THING FROM THE THIRD OF OCTOBER  WE ARE GONING TO HAVE OUR EXAMS SO DO PRAY FOR US  .....PLS  

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails and told d him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.

The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down.  He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Finally the ! day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told d his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold  his temper.

The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one.  You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say "I'm sorry", the wound is still there.  A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.

And, please forgive me if I have ever left a hole.

My regret to myself

How can I express my love to you dear?

How can I let you know …

Like the waves of the ocean

My love for you will remain till my last breath

Like the sweet smell of flower

My love for you will always remain in me,

As the most precious one

But why I don’t know …I fails to express it..

Some time I wish that if you could have

Understood my silence …my feelings

The each minute which I have shared with you

Made my life beautiful...

And those each minute with you were more

Than a life for me

Tossing the coin, taking the petals from the flower and through many ways I checked

Your love for me …

If wish if the y were true ….wish they were true

But I didn’t dare to ask it to you and to know   whether you loved me .

A day without your thought were just impossible for me

As you was the soul of my life, a reason to live

A reason to smile

Now I regret for what I have done

A person who cannot express his love should not love

My life taught me this..

Now the fast running time

Had made us to travel a long distance

But my dear do remember..Even though time goes on

My love for you will remain in my hearts for ever

I know it’s late … but I can’t keep it in my mind any more

      I loved you once more than me

               And still loving you

 chitra ...

The world is all of us if we do not collapse it will not“

                                                      -Gitanjali –

you all may be familiar with this name in many ways as there is a beautiful book in this name written by ravindra natha tagore  ,or  in   your on own ways but today I would  love to  tell you about a ‘ Gitanjali ’

Who has really conquered my heart even though she is no more in this world … many of you know her …

As she was a person to be known …. So here I begin

She was like a fairy …she found joy by helping others and so she was loved by all.

It is a big true that those people who are close to GOD will be called back to him very soon. And so Gitanjali was called back to him … she left us when she was 15 years as she was in the holds of a dread full disease – cancer “why GOD was so stingy while drawing her age line”?  This question arises in every ones mind who loved Gitanjali because she was a reason to smile and to live for many …

Even though she knew about her disease she didn’t blame GOD or cried thinking about her faith but, she tried to make others happy with the limited time allotted to her by the lord …..

Gitanjali was a good writer and a good artist. one day she drew a picture of a horse which was pulling a bulk of goods on it’s back , struggling to move and its face was tired and week as the goods where very much heavier for it to carry ……. She beautifully drew it ….. Seeing this mother came near her, she appreciated her for her creation …. Gitanjali thanked her mother and said “ ma it’s not  a picture of a horse   it’s me in it ” her mother without getting words to speak  just looked at her hiding all her pains …….

And soon on her 15^th  birthday without cutting her birthday cake with out wearing her new dress she left her home to the hospital as her condition was very much weak …. And lying in the hospital bed she made her last wishes do you know what it was?  The first wish was to donate her eye; the second one was to give her dresses to the poor children and the third to give her cycle to her dear cousin …… that was githanjali   ……..

After her death her mother found out many of her poems which she used to hide …. The poem mainly said about death, god, hope ……etc. her book is published which has been translated to many languages ….she is great...Really great 

If she was still alive ……..

we all are gifted with a beautiful life many promlems may arise in our life meet it with courage ....life is short .. make that short period a beaftiful one ....

here is some ways to make it

Life Is A Gift

Today before we think of saying an unkind word

Think of someone who can't speak.

Before we complain about the taste of our food

Think of someone who has nothing to eat.

Before we complain about our husband or wife

Think of someone who's crying out to God for a companion.

Today before we complain about life

Think of someone who went too early to heaven.

Before we complain about our children

Think of someone who desires children but they're barren.

Before we argue about our dirty house, someone didn't clean or

Sweep

Think of the people who are living in the streets.

Before whining about the distance we drive

Think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet.

And when we are tired and complain about our job

Think of the unemployed, the disabled and those who wished

They had our job.

But before we think of pointing the finger or condemning

Another

Remember that not one of us are without sin and we all answer

To one maker.

And when depressing thoughts seem to get us down

Put a smile on our face and thank God we're alive and still around.

Life is a gift

Live it

Enjoy it

Celebrate it

EMBRACE IT

And fulfill it

Let The LORD & The LIGHT OF THE WORLD Bless You.............. .

chitra ........

HAI  AND A HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY TO YOU ALL  .....  SO HERE I BEGINE WITH A BEAUTIFUL STORY WHICH I WOULD LIKE TO SHARE WITH YOU...

An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a
pole which she carried across her neck to bring water.
One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and
always delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked
pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home
only one and a half pots of water.

Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and
miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.

After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to
the woman one day by the stream.
"I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to
leak out all the way back to your house."
The old woman smiled, "Did you notice that there are flowers on your
side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?"
"That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower
seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you
water them."

"For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to
decorate the table.
Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty
to grace the house."

Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we
each have that make our lives together so very interesting and
rewarding.

You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the
good in them.

SO, to all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and remember to
smell the flowers on your side of the path!

REGARDS ,

CHITRA ...

A big hai to all after a long time ....... today i would love to share a story with you all  ...hope you all will it enjoy  so here i begine ..........................

"My mother used to ask me what the most important part of the body is.
Through the years I would take a guess at what I thought was the correct

 do you known what was the  Answer ? if you want to know  go on reading ......

When I was younger, I thought sound was very important to us as humans, so I said, "My ears, Mommy."

She said, "No. Many people are deaf. But you keep thinking about it and I will ask you again soon."

Several years passed before she asked me again. Since making my first attempt, I had contemplated the correct answer.

So this time I told her, "Mommy, sight is very important to everybody, so it must be our eyes."

She looked at me and told me, "You are learning fast, but the answer is not correct because there are many people who are blind."

Stumped again, I continued my quest for knowledge and over the years,

Mother asked me a couple more times and always her answer was, "No. But you are getting smarter every year, my child."

Then one year, my grandfather died. Everybody was hurt. Everybody was crying. Even my father cried. I remember that especially because it was only the

second time I saw him cry.

My Mom looked at me when it was our turn to say our final good-bye to my Grandfather. She asked me, "Do you know the most important body part yet, my dear?" I was shocked when she asked me this now. I always thought this was a game between her and me.

She saw the confusion on my face and told me, "This question is very important. It shows that you have really lived in your life. For every body part you gave me in the past, I have told you were wrong and I have given you an example why.

But today is the day you need to learn this important lesson."

She looked down at me as only a mother can. I saw her eyes well up with tears. She said, "My dear, the most important body part is your shoulder."

I asked, "Is it because it holds up my head?"

She replied, "No, it is because it can hold the head of a friend or a loved one when they cry. Everybody needs a shoulder to cry on sometime in life, my dear. I only hope that you have enough love and friends that you will always have a shoulder to cry on when you need it."

Then and there I knew the most important body part is not a selfish one.

It is made for others and not for yourself. It is sympathetic to the pain of others.

People will forget what you said. People will forget what you did. But people will NEVER forget how you made them feel.

The origination of this letter is unknown, but it brings a blessing to everyone who passes it on.  Good friends are like stars...You don't  always see them, but you always know they are there.

Share this with a friend, I just did. 

with lots a lots of love

chitra ....

 My last day in school ……

It was the last day for all of us in that dream lands -our school. All the exams were over. Examinations didn’t bother us much but the fact that today was the last day bothered us a lot. Our eyes were watery, noses were red and there was an unusual in our campus … even birds forgot to sing … the yellow flowers from the   gulmohar tree bidden us the last fare well

And after completing all the official formalities ….we all  gathered around  a huge banyan  tree  which was  in our campus  , it was so huge and big that we all ( my friends ) called it as  the grandpa tree  …..Every one gathered there was crying … nobody was able to speak …. And   the  shadow  silence  approached again  …I felt  this fare well more  sentimental than the official one  ……. We all greeted best wishes to each other and waved them all good bye. It was very difficult for me realize that today was the last day   for our togetherness …. I felt as if my heart had stopped beating  …I felt terrible because  I had never imagined a world beyond  my school ……

After a minute from the crowd one of  my best friend Deepthi came running to me …she  came near me and  holded  my hands  tightly to her heart  ,  her eyes were filled with tears …she was not able  to speak  but I understood every thing that she wished to tell me as she  was so close to my heart  and gathering all her strength  she asked me “ chitra did you tell it to him ” ?  I became silent again …  but tears came from my eyes  ……she hugged me and whipped my tears  she reminded me that it was the last day “ chitra if you didn’t say it to him today you may never be able to say it again “ it was a thunderclap to my ears . yes  it was true  if I would remain silent again I’ll never get a chance to express myself to him ….. I felt as if the world was revolving around me ……. 

I felt so tired that deepthi took me to a stone bench which was in the campus garden the cool shady garden and the cool breeze made me recollect those old sweet memories which will remain in my heart for ever ….  And among those the most memorable  for me was the date February 14^th  “ the valentines day “ we all celebrated that day very nicely as all the youngsters did but for me feb 14^th had no specialty ….. but , that year it was special for me  because that day he – Neranjan  gifted me a beautiful red rose and whispered “ I love you “  in my ears .

I did‘t know what to do so I kept looking at him as if I had never seen him ….. He smiled at me and went back to his class.

All the girls in my class came running towards me shouting “oh! Lucky one you got him” and I too saw some jealous and angry eyes looking at me as if I have stolen something from them ….

After that incident I have never talked to him  and when ever I saw him I just  ran away from him ….but for that he had never disturbed  me or torched me  …. But every 14^th of feb he presented me with a red rose …….

I too loved him but I never expressed it to him as I knew it would affect his and also my studies. so I never told him “ I love you “ I kept this as a secreat for ever …

Suddenly one of my junior came to me and gave me a red rose and a card tied together with it and in the card it was written like this “for my love mine only love”reading those lines tears came rolling down my cheeks and without thinking even for a minute grabbing deepthi’s hand I ran towards him to tell him that I too loved him as he did ….but I was too late. When I reached there he had already got into the bus he didn’t saw me but I was able to see him very clearly his eyes were also wet …. I felt as if I was going to faint ….I was not able to raise my voice to call him back  ….I was only able to look at his eyes as I did … after a minute the bus started moving away and from me he too …. I looked at him until he got disappeared from my eyes …..with a heart full of love for him and with a belief that I would meet him again ……

  Prayers

Chitra .

If I could rewind my life

When I was a small girl I had a wish …… do any body know what it was?  it was to forward my life as possible  as I could ….because I wanted to become  big so.. fast that ,I could have  long hair like my mother and to wear sari  like her  …..  It was a long desire for me ….. but as  time passed as years went on  my wish  under gone a big change …… a tremendous change  … instead of forwarding my life I wished  if I could rewind it .

I have a solid reason for this wish it a story….

 When I was studying in fourth class we had a teacher called sujatha  .. we all loved her even though she was strict in her class. Her subject was maths , the subject I hated the most ..so during her classes  i used to be in a different   world  , dreaming .  sujatha miss never scolded me for doing so ,but she gave me  punishment such as impositions , rasing the hands up and standing  ect ….

. Then too I continued the same deeds which I had  ... I think it hurted    her much but during those times I was not at a stage to understand her feelings, as I was small. When I got passed to fifth I came to know that sujatha miss left our school ….   But I didn’t feel sad about it …

. And as time passed when I reached to 9^th class I got a letter from sujatha miss ….I didn’t expect her to send a letter to me … but while reading it tears came rolling from my eyes. She said

“Dear chitra , I  know that you will be angry with me now too for giving you such hard punishments at those times . I did so because I loved you and I wanted to see you at the top position …. But you never listened to me ….. I feel happy to know that you have secure a good position in school by now but I don’t have the luck to see that .. any ways may god bless you dear child …. For give me if you can

                    -sujatha –

my hands  started shaking I realized my mistake , I felt sorry for what I did. Carrying this letter I ran to  nimmi miss who was in contact with sujatha miss  .i asked nimmi miss if she knew her address or phone number but, she too wasn’t informed about her new home address or phone number  .i felt sad …. I felt my heart heavy. for some days her thoughts haunted me  , I tried  my best to get her address or phone number  but I failed …… but  my miss remained in my heart for ever

After two year when I got passed to 11^th class a news in the paper really pricked my heart … my miss left this world as she was affected  by cancer …. For a minute I felt   as if world was revolving around me. I wasn’t able to talk.. I was really shocked …

Now too when I remember her my eyes will be filled with tear …

If I could rewind my life ….  I could beg a sorry from her for what I did, and to say I too love you a lot as you did ……. If I could rewind my life ,………

ONE PARAGRAPH THAT EXPLAINS LIFE!

Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of AIDS which he got
due to infected blood he received during a heart surgery in 1983. From
world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which  conveyed: "Why
does GOD have to select you for such a bad disease"?

To this Arthur Ashe replied: The world over -- 5 crore children start
playing tennis, 50 lakh learn to play tennis, 5 lakh learn professional
tennis, 50,000 come to the circuit, 5000 reach the grand slam, 50 reach
Wimbledon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals, When I was holding a cup I
never asked GOD "Why me?".

And today in pain I should not be asking GOD "Why me?"

Happiness keeps u Sweet, Trials keep u Strong, Sorrow keeps u Human,
Failure Keeps u Humble, Success keeps u Glowing, But only God Keeps u
Going.....
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WITH PRAYERS
CHITRA .