Waiting For The Wrong One :'(

Love is a complicated situation to be in.. We prepare ourselves to fight the world for it but sometimes love itself lets us down and we are left in a dilemma to wait or to move !! Truth is this that if we loved someone from depth of our heart then we fail to accept that we were betrayed and we fail to let him/her go even if we try we fail to move on and we are only left with an option to fool our-self that one day that 'the one' will return back to me and value the feelings that i have for "the one" !!


This poem written by Sneha Rahatekar

The Wrong One
When i left the hope
that you would return..
years for what my eyes waited,
my patience burned...
those longing hours,day
and night i remember...
shedding tears,praying
for the distance to surrender.....


Everyday i woke up
with a new hope to meet..
everynight i slept
may be tomorrow;you i see...
love was struggling to
make itself survive..
in the midst of all darkness
no silver ray it could find....
its just a matter of time
it kept saying..
surrounded by innocent dreams
scared to see them crumbling....



Then one day unexpected though
we met as strangers so..
you stood numb,eyes down
not a word,not a sound..
you didn't call me,you didn't respond
never said i missed you long..
tears made their way on this.
my heart was left shattered;
this is what i got for
all those prayers....




I wanted to tell you how
badly i needed you,
how very tough everyday was
when you were away....
all i wanted was to cry
in your arms,
so grief could make their way.....



You let your silence speak,
my life then seemed bleak..
with heavy steps i made my way,
the castle of my love
had been mocked away...
blown was my faith in
love,the moment i left....
yet you be at god's grace
was all i said....



The love has ended now,
i know it's all over.....
today,ever when i recall that day
my heart gives a shiver........!!!!!!

[ )': ] The End [ :'( ]

An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose !

An Interesting Read !!

An 87 Year Old College Student Named Rose

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn’t already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned round to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, “Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?”

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant squeeze.

“Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked.

She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids…”

“No seriously,” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

“I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.We became instant friends. Every day for thenext three months, we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this “time machine”as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I’ll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium.

As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor. Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, “I’m sorry I’m so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I’ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.”

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, “We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stopplaying. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day.

You’ve got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.We have so many people walking around who are dead and don’t even know it!There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don’t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old.

If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody can grow older. That doesn’t take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change.

Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don’t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.”

She concluded her speech by courageously singing “The Rose.”

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

At the year’s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago. One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it’s never too late to be all you can possibly be .When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they’ll really enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY .GROWING UP IS 

OPTIONAL.

THE PERFECT HUSBAND

Several men are in the locker room of a golf club. A cellular phone on a bench rings and a man engages the hands-free speaker function and begins to talk. Everyone else in the room stops to listen.

MAN: “Hello”

WOMAN: “Hi Honey, it’s me. Are you at the club?”

MAN: “Yes.”

WOMAN: “I’m at the shops now and found this beautiful leather coat. It’s

only $2,000; is it OK if I buy it?”

MAN: “Sure, go ahead if you like it that much.”

WOMAN: “I also stopped by the Lexus dealership and saw the new models.

I saw one I really liked.”

MAN: “How much?”

WOMAN: “$90,000.” ;

MAN: “OK, but for that price I want it with all the options.”

WOMAN: “Great! Oh, and one more thing… I was just talking to Janie and

found out that the house I wanted last year is back on the market. They’re

asking $980,000 for it.”

MAN: “Well, then go ahead and make an offer of $900,000. They’ll probably

take it. If not, we can go the extra eighty-thousand if it’s what you

really want.”

WOMAN: “OK. I’ll see you later! I love you so much!”

MAN: “Bye! I love you, too.”

The man hangs up. The other men in the locker room are staring at him in astonishment, mouths wide open.

He turns and asks, “Anyone know who’s phone this is?”