Brilliant Indian Mother... :P :P :P

Mom comes to visit her son Kumar for dinner...... .. who lives with a girl roommate Sunita. During the course of the meal, his mother couldn't help but notice how pretty Kumar's roommate was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between the two, and this had only made her more curious.

Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between Kumar and his roommate than met the eye. Reading his mom's thoughts, Kumar volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Sunita and I are just roommates."

About a week later, Sunita came to Kumar saying, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the silver plate. You don't suppose she took it, do you?" Kumar said, "Well, I doubt it, but I'll email her, just to be sure."

So he sat down and wrote :

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Dear Mother:

I'm not saying that you 'did' take the silver plate from my house, I'm not saying that you 'did not' take the silver plate.. But the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.

Love, Kumar

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Several days later, Kumar received an email from his Mother which read :

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Dear Son:

I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with Sunita, and I'm not saying that you 'do not' sleep with Sunita. But the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her OWN bed, she would have found the silver plate by now under the pillow...

Love, Mom.

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Lesson of the day:

Don't Lie to Your Mother ...... ...... especially if she is Indian !

दिल की चोटों ने कभी चैन से रहने न दिया

दिल की चोटों ने कभी चैन से रहने न दिया
जब चली सर्द हवा मैंने तुझे याद किया
इसका रोना नहीं क्यों तुमने किया दिल बरबाद
इसका ग़म है कि बहुत देर में बरबाद किया
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हमको किसके ग़म ने मारा, ये कहानी फिर सही
किसने तोड़ा दिल हमारा, ये कहानी फिर सही।
दिल के लुटने का सबब पूछो न सबके सामने
नाम आएगा तुम्हारा, ये कहानी फिर सही।
नफ़रतों के तीर खाकर दोस्तों के शहर में
हमने किस-किस को पुकारा, ये कहानी फिर सही।
क्या बताएँ प्यार की बाज़ी वफ़ा की राह में
कौन जीता कौन हारा, ये कहानी फिर सही।

कौन आएगा यहाँ कोई ना आया होगा

कौन आएगा यहाँ, कोई ना आया होगा,
मेरा दरवाज़ा हवाओं ने हिलाया होगा.

दिल-ए-नादाँ ना धड़क, ए दिल-ए-नादाँ ना धड़क,
कोई ख़त ले के पडौसी के घर आया होगा.

गुल से लिपटी हुई तितली को गिराकर देखो,
आँधियों तुमने दरख्तों को गिराया होगा.

"कैफ़" परदेस में मत याद करो अपना मकान,
अबके बारिश ने उसे तोड़ गिराया होगा.

साकी शराब ला कि तबीयत उदास है

साकी शराब ला कि तबीयत उदास है
मुतरिब रबाब उठा कि तबीयत उदास है।
चुभती है कल वो जाम-ए-सितारों की रोशनी
ऐ चाँद डूब जा कि तबीयत उदास है।
शायद तेरे लबों की चटक से हो जी बहाल
ऐ दोस्त मुसकुरा कि तबीयत उदास है।
है हुस्न का फ़ुसूँ भी इलाज-ए-फ़सुर्दगी।
रुख़ से नक़ाब उठा कि तबीयत उदास है।
मैंने कभी ये ज़िद तो नहीं की पर आज शब
ऐ महजबीं न जा कि तबीयत उदास है।

अंगड़ाई पर अंगड़ाई लेती है रात जुदाई की

अंगड़ाई पर अंगड़ाई लेती है रात जुदाई की,
तुम क्या समझो तुम क्या जानो बात मेरी तन्हाई की

कौन सियाही घोल रहा था वक़्त के बहते दरिया में,
मैंने आँख झुकी देखी है आज किसी हरजाई की

वस्ल की रात ना जाने क्यों इसरार था उनको जाने पर,
वक़्त से पहले डूब गए तारों ने बड़ी दानाई की

उड़ते उड़ते आस का पंछी दूर उफ़क़ में डूब गया,
रोते रोते बैठ गयी आवाज़ किसी सौदाई की.

मेरा दिल भी शौक से तोड़ो एक तजुर्बा और सही

मेरा दिल भी शौक से तोड़ो, एक तजुर्बा और सही,
लाख खिलौने तोड़ चुके हो, एक खिलौना और सही.

रात है ग़म की आज बुझा दो जलता हर एक चराग,
दिल में अंधेरा हो ही चुका है, घर में अंधेरा और सही.

दम है निकलता एक आशिक़ का, भीड़ है आ कर देख तो लो,
लाख तमाशे देखे होंगे, एक नज़ारा और सही.

खंजर लेकर सोचते क्या हो क़त्ल "मुराद" भी कर डालो,
दाग हैं सौ दामन पे तुम्हारे एक इजाफा और सही.

Date With A Woman

Date With A Woman… (A Must Read Inspiring Story )

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said I love you but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.

'What's wrong, are you well,' she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.

'I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you,' I responded. 'Just the two of us.'

She thought about it for a moment, and then said, 'I would like that very much.'

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous.

When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.

She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.

'I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, 'she said, as she got into the car. 'They can't wait to hear about our meeting'. We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady.

After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.

'It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,' she said. 'Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor,' I responded.

During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation - nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other's life.

We talked so much that we missed the movie.

As we arrived at her house later, she said, 'I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.' I agreed.

'How was your dinner date?' asked my wife when I got home. 'Very nice.

Much more than I could have imagined,' I answered.

A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have time to do anything for her.
Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined.

An attached note said:
'I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son.’

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: 'I LOVE YOU!' and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than God and your family.

Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till 'some other time.'

टुकड़े-टुकड़े दिन बीता, धज्जी-धज्जी रात मिली

टुकड़े-टुकड़े दिन बीता, धज्जी-धज्जी रात मिली

जिसका जितना आँचल था, उतनी ही सौगात मिली

रिमझिम-रिमझिम बूँदों में, ज़हर भी है और अमृत भी

आँखें हँस दीं दिल रोया, यह अच्छी बरसात मिली

जब चाहा दिल को समझें, हँसने की आवाज़ सुनी

जैसे कोई कहता हो, ले फिर तुझको मात मिली

मातें कैसी घातें क्या, चलते रहना आठ पहर

दिल-सा साथी जब पाया, बेचैनी भी साथ मिली

होंठों तक आते आते, जाने कितने रूप भरे

जलती-बुझती आँखों में, सादा-सी जो बात मिली