15 May 2007

kalam ka kida

hum sab ke andar ek likhne ka kida hota hai.jyadatar log sochte hain ki woh lekhak ban sakte hai.kuchsaal pehle tak mujhe bhi aisa hi lagta tha.agar aapko aisa lage to blogging ki duniya me aapka swagat hai.ji khol ke liye koi tokne wala bhi nahi hai.koi padhe na padhe apni kalam ki gun chalate rahiye chhahe koi pathak shikar ho na ho.mujhe hi dekhiye bas likhe ja rahi hun.bhumika jara lambi khich gayi na.haan to agar aapko sach mein apna writing talent badhna ho to is par gaur kare-
1.diary likhne se shuruat kijiye .jo bhi dekhe use apne shabdo me likhe.kuch nahi to writing hi sudhar jayegi.
2.achha likhne ke liye achha padhna jaroori hai .tabhi to khyal upjenge.
3.koi bhi article hadbari me mat likho.with reference small small paras me likhe.
4.agar poora hone par koi na chape to mere pas bhej de .mera pas bahut time hai.

bye

jai blogeshwar ki!

9 May 2007

Attention moms!

This blog is for those moms who take their child for granted.i read this poem somwhere in the net and was very moved by it .so i thought i should share it-

My hands were busy through the day;
I didn't have much time to play
The little games you asked me to.
I didn't have much time for you.
I'd wash your clothes, I'd sew and cook,
But when you'd bring your picture book
And ask me please to share your play
I'd say: "A little later in the day".
I'd tuck you in all safe at night
And hear your prayers, turn out the light.
Then tip-toe softly to the door...
I'd wish I'd stayed a little more.
For life is short, the years rush past,
A little child grows up so fast.
They are no longer at your side,
Their precious secrets to confide.
The picture books are put away.
There are no longer games to play.
No good-night kiss, no prayers to hear...
That all belongs to yesteryear.
My hands once busy, now are still.
The days are long and hard to fill.
I wish I could go back and do
The little things you asked me to.


hope u liked it

Goli Maro Bheje Mein Bheja Bore Karta Hai.



kal mere exams khatam hue hain aur mein ek din me ek dam bore ho guayi hoon.fir socha baithe baithe kya karoon karna hai kuch kaam to shure karo blogging lekar prabhu ka naam.

par problem ye hai ki mujhe hindi main type karna aata nahi hai aur angreji me to apna haath jara kamjor hai.vaise bhi jo maza chatpati chaat me hai vo pasta me kahan.

khullam khulla ke pehle shikar hain sadak par kachra fekne wale(garbage throwers)

koi inse puche agar sadak par kachra fekoge to chaloge kya aasman mein.kachre ka dabba i mean shriman dustbin dikhai nahi deta.civic sense hai ki nahi.tumhe badbu nahi aati par doosre ko to aati hai.government should fine these people.sabsi badhiya ye rahe ke jo kachra feke us se hi uthwaya jaye.either they can outsource it and collect the bill service tax extra.ya fir sarkar ko aisa kar dena chahiye ki jo jitne kilo kachra municipality me jama karaega use utne hi paise milenge.isse shahar bhi saaf rahega aur kachra bin ne walon ko kaam bhi mil jayega .

aapka kya kehna hai is baare mai?

khul ke bol!!!!!!!!