We can once compare beauty with Moon.. But Why Rose with Love..?? I don’t understand the ambiguity of representing  Rose with Love, when a rose has to die one or another day.. Might be I’m dishonest with the word ambiguity, In fact I’m.. If a Rose represent a love then their is an old chronic with it and there are reasons for it.. Rose truely represents the love, because rose never dies only its physical presence dies, dying physically doesn’t imply death, When I was kid I used to keep flower in between the pages of my book, I consider it something holy and a way to get good marks in exam but after sometime I found the leaves of flower got detached from it, the fragrance was still in the pages of book and that lived their for forever..  Even when we completely throw away those leaves we could’t remove the essence of that smell, and in fact a rose is not known for its leaves but for its smell.. So is the Love.. Like Rose Love has its way through thorns. Though love dies for the world but deep in the heart of persons it exist and remain forever like Rose we can feel and smell its fragrance. We can still feel the fragrance of the love that exist centuries ago, because it still lingers in the air that we breathe, like the smell of Rose. A Rose is the true symbol of Love, So its not unwise to compare Rose with Love.

Happiness is a thing to be remembered and praised.. Its a thing to respect and love.. I remember another moment, the moment, when I was in class 3rd.. at that time all my friends had learnt how to ride cycle and i was as usual the dufferest of all was unable to learn that.. I was afraid of being fallen while riding.. I asked many times my brother, but everytime he said that that was a very complex thing and beyond me reach.. It hurted me.. and I know the day when someone teased me in my school and after returning from school I weeped for an hour, then It was my father who went with me in a ground nearby, he asked me not see in back while riding he asked me too paddle the cycle it was he who was holding me by carrier, i start paddling and after sometime I saw my father moving his hand standing far away.. I was driving by myself and alas I can do it.. I was so so so much happy that i can’t describe.. I drive it for the whole day and even in the night at the floor of my home.. that were really happiness.. The happiness that I got after finding a pencil on Road was more than that I got today after find many thousand rupees.. The reason being as we grow up the emotions in us start detriorating.. Happiness that is without any reason and that is unselfish is more pleasing then that with reason and for a reason.. Everything that we are doing today is because we want our tomorrow to be happy.. Being happy is gift that everyone doesn’t get, If you are happy then It means you have done very good job and it also implies to let them continue.. Happiness seems to be more flavoured when it is being shared.. It gives happiness to get answers of prayers, but its give more happiness to be answer of somebody’s prayers.. Quite ironical but true.. Lets together make an attempt to make this world more happier..

Honestly Speaking I love my fantasies and my world of dreams.. I often speak to myself.. and this all pleased me.. The propensity for stars is due to the fact I have many in my eyes.. Dreaming is the most fascinating part of life.. Its an own world in itself.. I remember my school days When after seeing Border film I decide to become a soldier.. Had a debate and a battle with my Father in the context of insisting him to buy me Arms and Ammunition, because an Indian Soldier can be attacked at anytime by the Terrorists and the context ends with a attack on me by Wiper, the ”weapon” often use in draining water . But finally I won and a plastic gun is brought for me..

Fantasies inspire me.. I don’t know If it happens with me or if its a human behaviour.. As a child I wanted to be a soldier , An astronaut , Deep forted Diver, A pilot .. blah blah and more blah blah… Its a natural that whenever we take part in any competition or start preparing for any exam.. We do think of the day when we win in it and feel happy by witnessing the feeling of triumph and thats the feeling which throughout our journey inspires us to make dat moment a reality.. It inspires us to perform better each day.. But It pains when we found that the day which we once dreamt of is not a part of reality , But it doesn’t mean that we stop dreaming.. As a matter of fact none of my fantasies has ever got fulfilled .. But I can’t stop believing in fantasies .. I remember my days of Kota .. When I like many others have only one dream in my eyes but the worst thing is I don’t know the reason why that dream can never be a part of my real life.. Each Night before sleeping I make plans for my forthcoming life in IIT.. But but but I do think that atleast once I become dishonest to myself .. Anywaz thats not the end of story , Dats just the end of a paragraph .. I know I’m not the only one, there are a lot many who dare to dream..

When a person comes in our life and one day left us even then the person lives in our fantasies .. We often talk to him, We try to ask him why he left us.. But the worst thing is no one else knows whats goin in our world of fantasy.. Its only We and God that truely knows what resides there..
I love fantasies , I love glancing stars and I love dreaming; I know seeing fantasies and dreaming is not just enough we have to toil a lot otherwise the fantasies shall only remain fantasies .. What can be more jubilant if the fantasy we saw yesterday is the reality of Today.!!

Just opened my Laptop.. loggedin into my Orkut account Checked my scraps.. Checked the communities of whom I’m d owner remove spams there.. and again life come to an end.. Got nothing to do.. some victims of the same situations pinging me on my gtalk but I hate typing.. I loggedout.. Opened my almirah and took out a brown covered Book .. Offcourse that was my diary… took it out with me.. Start reading my diary and now d wrld seems beautiful 2 me .. As usual first writing of my diary is always dedicated to the person whom I admire most.. I really felt gloomy after reading it.. It saddened me to think dat d person is now not a part of my life.. but still Memories has an uncanny ability of making us sad at our happy time and making us happy at our sad times.. and no doubt persons come and go out from ur lives .. U meet new ones, Lost previous one and finally life goes on.. I closed my eyes think for two minutes and remember d golden lines whatever dat happens, happens for your goodness.. I turned out d pages read few book reviews dat I have read .. Everyone who’s part of my life must be a part of my diary.. I’v written for everyone in it for all 120 students of my class for all 32 students of my school days.. for all 100 of my family ralatives.. The thing is for some persons I have written many pages but for others I’v written few lines.. While turning pages I stuck at a page It has something very special and very close to my heart.. I remember I’v copied it from some communities post of Orkut.. and when I copied it I’v read it more than 10 times.. It touched my heart and really made me to think Its for “Mother”.. The best of God’s creation .. and the most beautiful thing of d world.. the lines are as follows..:

“Why are you crying, a young boy asked his Mom?

“Because I’m a woman,” she told him.

“I don’t understand,” he said.

His Mom just hugged him and said,

“And you never will, but that’s O.K.”…….

Later the little boy asked his father,

“Why does Mom seem to cry for no reason?”.

“All women cry for no reason,” was all his Dad could say……

The little boy grew up and became a man,

still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God and when God got back to him, he asked “God, why do women cry so easily?”

GOD answered……

“When I made woman,

I decided she had to be special.

I made her shoulders

strong enough to carry

the weight of the world, yet,

made her arms gentle enough to give comfort…

I gave her the inner strength

to endure childbirth

and the rejection

that many times will come

even from her own children.

I gave her a hardness

that allows her

to keep going and take care

of her family and friends,

even when everyone else gives up, through sickness and fatigue without

complaining….

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all

circumstances. Even when her child has hurt her badly….

She has the very special power to make a child’s boo-boo feel better and

to quell a teenager’s anxieties and fears….

I gave her strength to care for her husband, despite faults

and I fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart….

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but

sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him

unfalteringly….

For all of this hard work,

I also gave her a tear to shed.

It is hers to use

whenever needed and !

it is her only weakness….

When you see her cry,

tell her how much you love her, and all she does for everyone, and even though

she may still cry, you will have made her heart feel good.

She is special!

Each day is a mountain that must be climbed; with courage each step

gets easier.

Love your Mother Always

and keep her Smiling” ~ Adapted from sum cmnty Of Orkut..

These lines touched me dat time these lines me now and dese lines touched me everytime.. I really love my mother I love her more than I love myself.. Who says Loves doesn’t happen in first sight.. It happens and happens in such a fascinating way dat no love in d world can ever got an edge over it.. and hence proved dat over first love is our best love.. When I tried to remember the most oldest moment of my life then dat comes out to be one while I was sitting in my mother’s lapse.. she kissed me on my left cheek and dats the kiss which i do remember even after 18 years .. I hope i was 2 years at that time.. dat was just an illusion and dats the oldest thing dat i remember about my lyf..

My mom has always been a source of inspiration for me.. I challenge the quote Great Persons are born .. Great persons are not born they are made… Its d great JijaBai who made Shiva to fight with mighty rulers of dat tym.. Napolean is a world famous King bcoz of his mother.. Its my mom who wakes at 4:30 of morning for continuously eight years just bcoz of me.. Its rightly said that mother’s love is always unselfish.. I have seen the difference between a Father’s Love and Mother’s Love, Your mother always win in convincing you when you got disappointed from her.. Father sometimes don’t care.. Its been said “Only Mothers Can Think Of The Future-Because They Give Birth To It In Their Children…” So Nations progress doesn’t depend upon youth of today but the mother’s of today.. I remember my first day at school when I forget to bring back my school bag, and Its my mom who walked with me upto my school but still couldn’t get my bag.. On d second day I make dracolean marks on d face of my teacher since she’s not allowing me to sit in my Brother’s class.. and dats the only two days of my kingterdon Garden Period of schooldays.. I have been taught by my mother for continuously two years and in such a fascinating way that when again I got admitted in the school I created such a history dat has still yet to be broken… 100% in all the three quarters.. I thanked my Mom in providing such a mansion to my life dat can survive even the worstest of Earthquakes of harsh world realities.. She’s always there to say I’m here so why you worry.. and dese words always give me such an inspiration that increase my capability in doing things many fold.. I always want my Mom to be happy bcoz I really Love her so much… I want to write more about her but I know how much I write dats less for her… Bcoz Mom’s are always lyk dat… and I’m lucky since I got d best mom in d world.. Thank U Mom for being so kind and Loving Me.. I love u too Mom