DIFFERENCE BETWEEN

"Somebody U Love and Somebody U like"

In front of the person u love your heart beats faster but in front of the person u like you get happy.

In front of the person u love winter seems like spring but in front of the person u like winter is just beautiful winter.

In front of the person u love u can't say everything on your mind. But in front of the person u like u can.

In front of the person u love u tend to get shy but in front of the person u like you can show your oneself.

If u luk into the eyes of the one u love, u blush. But if you luk into the eyes of the one u like u smile.

You can't luk straight into the eyes of one u love. But u can always smile into the eyes of the one u like.

Wen one u luv is crying you cry wid them. But wen the one u like is cryin you end up comforting.

The feeling of love starts from eyes but the feelin of like starts from ears.

So if u want to stop liking a person you used to like all u need to do is cover your ears. But if you try to close your eyes, love turns into drops of tears and remain in your heart forever.

(This articles is taken by me from one of the magazines)

(I wrote dis poem by imaginin a teenaged grl….hope u all will like it….)

Rah mein chal rahi thi akeli si,

Ithlati lehrati chali jaa rahi thi ek paheli si,

Yun hi jo mudkar dekha maine,

Khayali badalon ko jab ankhon par se hataya maine,

To apni tanhayi mein kisi anjaan ko paya maine.

Anjaan hokar bhi vo apna tha,

Begano ki basti mein mera sapna salona tha,

Akhir meri andheri raaton ka vo sawera tha,

Aankhen jo band ki maine to pa liya,

Par khuli ankhone ne usse mita diya.

Unhi raahon par bar bar jaya karte hain,

Andheri barsti raaton mein jhoom jaya karte hain,

Sapno ki rah mein behak jane ka ji karta hai,

Unki yaad mein khud ko bhul jane ka ji karta hai.

Apna aur dil ka rishta bhi ajeeb hota hai,

Dil yun hi kisiko apneap ko saup deta hai,

Khayali chehra is kadar dil par kaboo kar leta hai,

Ki unke bina kuch bhi apna nahi lagta hai.

Uski dhundhli si jhalak aaj bhi yaad hai,

Sapno ki bochaar mein bheegi chunri aaj bhi saath hai,

Vo chehra to kuch theek se yaad nahi,

Par aaj bhi uske hone ka ehsaas hai,

Akhir mere sapno ko aaj bhi uska intezaar hai ..

There was man walking on road with a stick in his hand. He was in his 60's but was still fit n smart enough to carry on his family well n steadily. Never ending smile on d face was one of the most attracting feature of this man. He was tall, half bald, fit n most loving man I have ever seen. This man was my grandpa. The man I adore most.
My grandpa meant Head of my Family. But 4 me he was nothing more than a magician who gave all comforts to me, my father and my whole family. A man who dedicated all his life in fulfilling all dreams of his children n grandchildren. A man who didn't know the meaning of NO .. He never said no for any of our demands.
Pa use to tell us that when he was a kid his grandpa brought him a small horse just because he wanted to have a ride on a horse. My grandpa never gave me such costly gifts and u know why ..? Because I was never so lucky ..I was in 4^th standard when my grandpa died.
It was midnight when our phone rang. Pa received it and within few minutes his ex-pressions changed. He was stunned to hear the news. Next day I was having exam so nobody told me about d unexpected crisis on our family. Pa told me that dadaji is not well and they have to leave immediately. I was crying as I was too small and never had a habit of living without my parents. It was the 1^st time when my parents left me and my brother at home alone. I didn't even saw my grandpa 4 the last time. He went without telling me .
I spent my childhood with my grandpa. But don't remember any of d moments which I shared with him. I was too small 4 that . It was always like a heavy fog spreading it's arms in my memorable moments infact d most memorable n special time .the time which I spent with the Only person I admire I still remember his childish laugh .as far as I remember he was never been a complete DADAJI kind image among any of the children in our family ..he was always like a friend .like a small kid ..who always had fun playing with us .we cousins never required a friend because we were having a friend at home .. a friend who always played with us n always nourished us with his unconditional love .infact he was like our all time ATM machine. We kids just had to name something n it was our magician who brought us our small requirements of sweets n chocolates .. ..
Today I'm writing so much about him but the truth is I don remember everything which I shared with him .he was always there with me when I needed him being a child .but m so helpless that today when I understand his importance in my life I don have him ..however he's always with me like a shadow .a shadow which keeps me protected from SHADOWS ..shadows of hatred .shadows of evils …I really enjoy talking about him with my father ..listening same incidents again n again sharing those small sweet moments which pa also enjoy telling us n not only pa but mom also tells us how he use to talk to her nonstop .how he use to ask about her sisters n brothers with d same speed of repeatition .muma always tell us that he was never been a typical father-in-law ..this man filled the space of a father in my mother's life after her marriage these small incidents narrated by my parents introduced my grandpa to me .now at least I can experience his presence .. his soul …
Today I have a chance to choose my kind of a career ..my life .my profession .n doesn't matter, whatever field I choose the only thing which matters to me is that it should end with my grandpa's name ..a profession which will make my grandpa alive so many dreams .so much work to do ..but m sure dadaji's blessing r always with me ..
There's a lot more I can write about him n about my love for him ..pages can fill but my emotions will never end so here's the end of my new blog infact not the end it's beginning because every end is beginning of something else n hopefully it's the beginning of my dreams which I have seen for him ..

MISS YOU DADAJI !