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Husband Kaisa Ho…
Aisa apnahusband ho
6″ - 6″2″
jiski height ho
Jeans dheeli
magar body tight ho
biwi ke har
nakhre uthaye, itna mizaaj uska light ho
husband apna
aisa bright ho.
uff tak na
kare itna quiet ho
dinner banaye
wo jab bhi romantic night ho
shopping kar
ke jab bhi aoon, bole begum tum kitni nice ho
husband apna
aisa bright ho.
mujhey rani
bana kar rakhe, to phir zindagi delight ho
saas sasur ke
samne kahe, jaan tum hamesha right ho
hamesha jo
haar maan jaye jab bhi koi fight ho
husband apna
aisa bright ho.
jahan chahoon jaoon, jo
chahey karoon, kuch is tarah ki life ho
har doosre
week ghoomne phirne ki flight ho
aisa ho jaye
to mein udoon aasmaan mei, jaise ke koi kite ho
husband apna
aisa bright ho !!!
Posted in Love.
– February 25, 2009
Date with a Woman…..
After 21 years ofmarriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a
movie. She said I love you but I know this other woman loves you and
would love to spend some time with you.
The other woman that my
wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19
years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it
possible to visit her only occasionally.
That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.
“What”s
wrong, are you well,” she asked? My mother is the type of woman who
suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of
bad news.
“I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you,” I responded. “Just the two of us.”
She
thought about it for a moment, and then said, “I would like that very much.”
That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous.
When
I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous
about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled
her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her
last wedding anniversary.
She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel”s.
“I
told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were
impressed, “she said, as she got into the car. “They can”t wait to hear
about our meeting”. We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant,
was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First
Lady.
After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Large print.
Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting
there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.
“It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were
small,” she said. “Then it”s time that you relax and let me return the
favor,” I responded.
During the dinner, we had an agreeable
conversation - nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent events
of each other”s life.
We talked so much that we missed the movie.
As we arrived at her house later, she said, “I”ll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.” I agreed.
“How was your dinner date?” asked my wife when I got home. “Very nice.
Much more so than I could have imagined,” I answered.
A
few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened
so suddenly that I didn”t have time to do anything for her.
Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined.
An
attached note said: “I paid this bill in advance. I wasn”t sure that I
could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you
and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant
for me.
I love you, son.”
At
that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: “I LOVE
YOU!” and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in
life is more important than God and your family. Give them the time
they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till “some other
time.”
Pass this along to everyone with an aging parent,
to a friend,
to a child,
to an adult,
to anyone with a parents and alll those about whom u think always
with love & regards
Posted in Love.
– February 18, 2009
‘Velan time’ day.
The Gujarati Story of Valentine”s Day.
In spite of what you have been told by everyone, the truth is that
Valentine”s Day originated hundreds of years ago, in India , and to top
it
all, in Gujarat !!
It is a well known fact that Gujarati men, specially the Patels,
continually mistreat and disrespect their wives (Patelianis) . One fine
day, it happened to be the 14th day of February, one brave Pateliani,
having had enough “torture” by her husband, finally chose to rebel by
beating him up with a Velan (rolling pin).
Yes….the same Velan which she used daily, to make chapattis for
him….only this time, instead of the dough, it was the husband who was
flattened.
This was a momentous occasion for all Gujarati women and a revolt soon
spread, like wild fire, with thousands of housewives beating up their
husbands with the Velan.
There was an outburst of moaning “chapatti-ed” husbands all over Anand
and
Amdavad. The Patel men-folk quickly learnt their lesson and started to
behave more respectfully with their Patelianis.
Thereafter, on 14th February, every year, the womenfolk of Gujarat would
beat up their husbands, to commemorate that eventful day.The wives
having
the satisfaction of beating up their husbands with the Velan and the men
having the supreme joy of submitting to the will of the women they
loved.
Soon The Gujju men realised that in order to avoid this ordeal they need
to present gifts to their wives….they brought flowers and sweetmeats.
Hence the tradition began.
As Gujarat fell under the influence of Western culture, that day was
called “Velan time” day.
The ritual soon spread to Britain and many other Western countries,
specifically, the catch words “Velan time!”. Of course in their foreign
tongues, it was first anglisised to “Velantime” and then to “Valentine”.
And thereafter, 14th of February, came to be known as Valentine”s Day!
Posted in Love.
– February 12, 2009