Platter of Half Baked Ideas

Here are a few SMS MSGS that are doing round these days and caught my attention: Jindagi jaise ek saza si ho gayi hai, gumke sagar me is kadar kho gayi hai, tum aa jao wapas ye gujarish haimeri, shayad mujhe tumhari aadat si ho gayi hai. Hame duniya ko zakhm dikhana nahi aata, tadapte hain khud, tadpana nahi aata, ye sari batome tum mahir ho, hame tumhari tarah "Bhool" jana nahi aata. if i would know that i'm gonna die in 2morow, i'll spend 23 hrs wid u... n if u wonder what about the last hour, in that hour i'll find someone who can take care of u. aap haste ho hame hasane ke liye, aap rote ho hame rulane ke liye; aap ek bar ruth kar to dekho... mar jayenge aapko manane ke liye!! kuch dur hamare saath chalo ham dil ki kahani kah denge, samjhe na tum jise aankho se vo baat jabani keh denge. kisi gam ke badle khusi kya doge, kato ke badle phool kya doge , mangta hoon jivan bhar ka saath apka, bolo is saval ka jawab kya doge. good look...

Fate has strange waysof making things happen. I guess she has a whacky sense of humour. Though I don't believe in Fate, I still think there is some supreme force which is co - ordinates this seemingly disordered world around us.There is certainly something which keeps a check on everything, whether growing or dying. But that doesn't mean that I rely on fate for my future. Yes, I admit that there was once a time, when i was very young, when i used to thinh\k that way. But upon expressing these feelin to Papa, he was quick to put my thoughts on the right track. What a great father he is!! I am one of those who believe that nothing happens unless we make it happen. I also believe that there is no shortage of oppurtunities, any where, or in any field. The only thing that is required is the person who can spot the oppurtunity and make full use of it. One of my friends used to say, "There is future in this particular line of business" and I told him, "There is f...

Time is the warp of the tapestry which is life. It is eternal, constant, unchanging. But the woof is gathered together from the four corners of the earth and the twenty eight seas and out of air and the minds of men by that master artist, Fate, as she weaves the design that is never finished. A thread from here, a thread from there, another from out of the past that has waited years for the companion thread without which the picture must be incomplete. But Fate is patient. She waits a hundred or a thousand years to bring together two strands of threads whose union is essential to the fabrication of ther tapestry, to the composition of the design that was without beginning and is without end."

Don’t smoke in the bed, the ashes which fall on the carpet may be yours.

Good luck is the meeting point of your alertness and thousands of opportunities passing by

I shall pass through this world but once. Any good thing that I can do or any kindness I can show to any human being, let me do it now and not defer it for I will not pass this way again.

Mother, I cannot forget the last drop of your affectionate tear rolling down your cheek for me. My heart is bleeding drop-by-drop, hour by hour. To whom shall I go to cry? With tears in my eyes I wish to become dust and dwell eternally under your feet. My all thoughts and happiness are always with you. I am you, whom I love and you whom I love are i. His is the command and unto him, ye will be brought back. Like snow upon the desert’s dusty face, lightening a little hour or two is gone.