BUSY ....

I am really busy, i have been hell lot busy lately, will call you back once I get free , rt now very very busy ....
every now and then we keep hearing this and even i myself say this most of the times...

The word "BUSY" is a load of nonsense and is most often used by jackasses . And so are we all!!

guess its the simplest way to escape from those things/relations/matters from which we want to run away...
With one salvo, it can destroy the best of relationships. People make time for who they want to make time for. People text and reply to people they want to talk to.

"Never believe anyone who says they've been too busy - If they wanted to be around you, they would." ----  So when i say that I am very busy now will talk to you later means no one should trust me ?? is it ??
At times we are actually very busy and we really cannot take out time for some genuine reason, its just that we should take out time and talk. I feel unless I do this I am not wrong in saying "I am busy"

An excessive workload may seem like a plausible excuse - all we need is to understand and believe and trust!

When someone says "I am busy" , just accept it instead of judging and analyzing ...else you will end up hurting yourself and letting all negetivity in your life which is not at all correct.

No need to feel ignored .. because when people say they are busy they are not ignoring you, they are BUSY with their lives. And the way to stop feeling ignored is to get busy with yours !! :) :) Respect people who find time for you in their busy schedule, but love people who never look at their schedule when you need them and STAY HAPPY !! and same goes with you too ... NO matter how busy you are, you must take time to make the other person feel important. If you really care for someone you should make time to make them feel special. Distance is not an excuse and never was/should be , and no one is ever too busy if they think you're worth it , so dont let that special person go away coz of your ego !!
Love Parents, we are so busy growing up , we often forget they are getting older ..

"Busy" is a "Drug" that we all are addicted to  ....

BikeOla

BikeOla ... yes yes as the name suggests, its my doll's Bike Ride - BikeOla at her Nana-Nani home.
Nana Nani home is more than HEAVEN for every kid!! No rules, no restrictions, full fledged masti, no timming, no punishments - its total AYAASSHHII !!
What happens at Nana home remains at nana home only. The unconditional love , the selfless care, the legal ticket to be spoiled , all demands getting fulfilled .. OOhh! its so much fun! My doll is enjoying every bit of it. She is eagerly waiting for her Sid Mamu to join her as 'partner in crime' !

So, the BikeOla - the special ride takes all the passengers to their desired destination in just 2 minutes and at the cheapest price with all her innocent Love! and guess who are the main passengers ?? offcourse yes, its only her Nana & Nani and she is taking them on the world tour.

Her masti and fun reminded me of my childhood days - the most awaited 2.5 mnths long summer break when I used to be at Jodhpur (Dada-Dadi Home / Nana-Nani Home) with all my cousins.. Cousins as they say, but, we all are as good as siblings .. Though the time has changed many things, all are busy in their respective families but still the love connection is very strong! Thanx to watsapp and its feature of creating groups.... we all are connected well and still we talk crazy n baat karte karte wahi bachpan ki galiyo mei kho jaate hai n utne hi befikre ho jaate hai...

Nani teri morni ko mor le gaye 
baaki jo bacha tha kaale chor legaye ... 

Dadiamma dadiamma maan jao
chodo bhi yeh gussa zara hans ke dikhaaO ...

Chanda mama door ke ...



Grandparents Home - More than Heaven !!
Grandparents - Bestest Blessings!!

mere sayiyaanji se aaj maine BREAKUP kar liya .... MODERN RELATIONSHIPS !!

 We're the practical generation who runs by logic alone. We don't know how to love madly anymore.

We wouldnt take a flight to a far-off land just to see someone we love.
We'd break up because, long distance, ego, less conversation, space.

We don't even value relationships anymore. We let go of the most wonderful people for 'inflated ego, attitude'. We don't consider them sacred anymore.
We're too sensible for love. Too sensible for own good.

We're a scared generation - scared to fall, scared to get hurt, scared to commit, scared to fall in love, scared to get our hearts broken. We dont allow anyone in, nor do we step out and love anyone unconditionally.

We lurk from behind the walls we've created ourselves, looking for love and running away the moment we really find it. We suddenly 'cannot handle it' , 'can't take it anymore'.

We dont want to be vulnerable. We dont want to bare our soul to anyone. We're too guarded.

There's nothing we could'nt conquer in this world, and yet, here we are ham-fisted at the game of love - the most basic of human instincts.

EVOLUTION, they call it!!

English Vinglish....

Yes!! am back .. Love u Blog, Love myself, Love u zindagi !!! 

Its a crazy sunday morning with lovely breeze and cant get off myself from listening to this beautiful music ... "Tu jane na .. " and something fishy came into my mind ...

Translation of the song "Tu Jaane Na" from "Ajab Prem Ki Ghazab Kahani"(Never tried something like this before!)

I know not the reason

For the love dwelling in my heart

Only for you…

I cannot speak, I cannot show!

Untold words of affection,

Waiting to be poured,

Revealed through silent passageways

Of my eyes, and yet you don't know,

You don't know…

We met without meeting

And now, these miles separate us;

Why did you bring such mysteries?

Why did you let me dream?

You are the one

Residing in my eyes;

What was it? The magic of your words

Or the way you looked at me

That made you my heart's desire?

Being near, being my hope,

Being my feeling, you're still not mine!

What grudge can I hold

As these miles separate us

And you still don't know?

A thousand words in my dreams,

Never told them to you;

A stranger you are, and nothing more!

Giving yourself to someone else,

Look! You never became mine!

What regrets can I have

Even as my heart weeps,

Weaving hopeless dreams,

Driving myself to insanity?

I wonder why we met

Because now, these miles separate us

And you still don't know,

You don't know…