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The happiest people in the world are not those who have no problems,

but those who learn to live with things that are less than perfect.

Happiness always looks small when you hold it in your hands

But when you learn to share it , you will realize how big and precious it is!! 

New rules of life for 2009

New rules of life for 2009

1. Haste Rehne ka.

2. Tension nai leneka.

3. B positive, eat positive, sleep positive

4. Mast rehneka.

5. Har problem ko solve kernay ka.

6. Friend k sath lifetime friendship account kholnay ka

7. Mujhko yaad rakhnay ka

Aur mujhey sms kertay rehnay ka.

Father

George Herbert : One father is more than a hundred schoolmasters.
John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery : There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself.
Marcelene Cox : Parents are often so busy with the physical rearing of children that they miss the glory of parenthood, just as the grandeur of the trees is lost when raking leaves.
Margaret Courtney : Be kind to thy father, for when thou were young, who loved thee so fondly as he? He caught the first accents that fell from thy tongue, and joined in thy innocent glee.
Euripides : To a father growing old nothing is dearer than a daughter.
Anne Sexton : It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.
Anonymous : The greatest gift I ever had came from God, and I call him Dad!
Fanny Fern : To her the name of father was another name for love.
Robert Frost : The father is always a Republican toward his son, and his mother's always a democrat.
Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eyes : All fathers are invisible in daytime; daytime is ruled by mothers and fathers come out at night. Darkness brings home fathers, with their real, unspeakable power. There is more to fathers than meets the eye.
"By the time a man realizes that maybe his father was right, he usually has a son who thinks he's wrong. " -Charles Wadsworth
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Go back to your childhood and u'r father, don't remember anything? think of u'r future as a father, ....fed up with responsibilities? read this now! How a son/daughter thinks of his / her daddy at different ages......
At 4 years , My Daddy is great
At 6 years, My Daddy knows everybody.
At 10 years, My Daddy is good but short tempered
At 12 years,My daddy was very nice to me when I was young.
AT 14 years, My Daddy is getting festidious.
At 16 years, My Daddy is not in line with the current times.
At 18 years, My Daddy is becoming increasingly cranky.
At 20 years, Oh! It is becoming difficult to tolerate Daddy.Wonder how mother puts up ith him.
At 25 years,Daddy is objecting to everything.
At 30 years, It's bcoming difficult to manage my son.I was so scared of my father when I as young.
At 40 years,Daddy brought me up with so much discipline.Even I should do the same.
At 45 years, I am Baffled as to how my daddy brought us up.
At 50 years, my daddy faced so many hardships to bring us up. I am unable to manage my son.
At 55 years, My Daddy was so far sighted and planned so many things for us.He is one of his kind and unique.
At 60 years , My daddy is great.

Thus, it took 56 years to complete the cycle and come back to the first stage.

Mother

The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long way?" she asked. And the guide said: "Yes, and the way is hard.And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."

But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams; and the sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."


Then the night came, and the storm, and the path was dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."
And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children," A little patience and we are there." So the children climbed, and when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you."

And the mother, when she lay down at night looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage.Today, I 've given them strength."
And the next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth, clouds of war and hate and evil, and the children gropedand stumbled, and the mother said: "Look up. Lift your eyes to the light." And the children looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the darkness. And that night the Mother said,"This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God."

And the days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she was little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And when the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather; and at last they came to a hill, and beyond they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the endis better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children after them."

And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates." And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see herbut she is with us still. A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence......." Your Mother is always with you.... She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks; she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. She's the place you came from, your first home; and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love and your first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate you.