This is a story about a line.

Once there was a prosperous farmer, who had two sons Ram and Shyam. Ram and Shyam hated each other since childhood. For years the farmer tried to reconcile them, but to no avail. At last, on his deathbed, the farmer decided to split his land equally among the brothers. With a stick, he drew a line on the ground, and gave the left half to Ram and the right half to Shyam.

The line became a mud-road. Each brother married, and from day one told their wives to hate the other. When Ram added a second story to his house, Shyam added two floors. When Shyam's dog accidentally crossed into Ram's courtyard, Ram shot it dead.

The line became a busy street. Ram had a daughter Gautami. Shyam had a son Bhargava. Shyam encouraged Bhargava to throw stones at Ram's cows. Gautami poured ink on Bhargava's notebook in school. The children inherited their parents' hate.

The line became a state highway. Bhargava and his friends sneaked up at night and lit Ram's barn on fire. It was a major financial loss for Ram. In revenge, Gautami planted drugs on Bhargava and had him arrested.

The line became a national highway. Ram hired rowdies to ransack Shyam's place. Shyam responded by hiring his own gang. Three people died, twelve injured.

Then tragedy struck Ram: both his kidneys failed. Try as they might, they couldn't find a compatible donor. Just when all hopes were fading, there came news: someone had donated a kidney.

The operation was a success. Ram was eager to thank the donor, but the doctor wouldn't tell who the donor was. Burning with desire to know, Ram hired a detective.

Ram was back in his home when he got the detective's mail. When he read it, he was astonished: It was Shyam. Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked across the line into his brother's eyes. 

Getting up, he ran across to embrace his brother .... BAM! An oil tanker smashed into Ram. The driver lost control of the vehicle and the tanker exploded killing everyone in Ram's and Shyam's household.

Moral of the story: Before crossing National Highways, look both sides for traffic.

Critics

Once upon a time there was a painter who had just completed his course under disciple hood of a great painter. This young artist decided to assess his skills so he decided to give his best strokes on the canvass. 

He took 3 days and painted beautiful scenery. Suddenly an idea flashed in his mind and he decided to display it on a busy street-square of that small town he was resident of. He wanted people's opinion about his caliber and painting skills. He put his creation at a busy street-crossing. And just down below a board which read-"Gentlemen, I have painted this piece. Since I'm new to this profession I might have committed some mistakes in my strokes etc. Please put a cross wherever you see a mistake." 

While he came back in the evening to collect his painting he was completely shattered to see that whole canvass was filled with Xs (crosses) and some people had even written their comments on the painting. 

Disheartened and broken completely he ran to his master’s place and burst into tears. Sobbing and crying inconsolably he told his master about what happened and showed the pathetic state of his creation which was filled with marks everywhere. Such was the state that colors were not visible, only things one could see were crosses and correction remarks. 

This young artist was breathing heavily and master heard him saying "I'm useless and if this is what I have learnt to paint I'm not worth becoming a painter. People have rejected me completely. I feel like dying" 

Master smiled and suggested "My Son, I will prove that you are a great artist and have learnt a flawless painting." Young disciple couldn't believe it and said "I have lost faith in me and I don't think I am good enough. don't make false hopes.."

Do as I say without questioning it. It will work." Master interrupted him. "Just paint exactly similar painting once again for me and give it to me. Will you do that for your master?" Master instructed. Young artist reluctantly agreed and two days later early morning he presented a replica of his earlier painting to his master. Master took that gracefully and smiled. "Come with me" master said. 

They reached the same street-square early morning and displayed the same painting exactly at the same place. Now master took out another board which read -"Gentlemen, I have painted this piece. Since I'm new to this profession I might have committed some mistakes in my strokes etc. I have put a box with colors and brushes just below. Please do a favor. If you see a mistake, kindly pick up the brush and correct it." Master and disciple walked back home. 

They both visited the place same evening. Young painter was surprised to see that actually there was not a single correction done so far. But master wasn't satisfied as yet and he told his disciple "May be one day was too little a time for people to come up with ideas and take out time out of their busy schedules to correct it so let us keep it here for one more day. Tomorrow is Sunday, so we can expect some corrections coming in." 

Next day again they visited and found painting remained untouched.. They say the painting was kept there for a month for no correction came in!

Moral: It is easy to criticize, but difficult to improve.

This is Good

An old story is told of a king in Africa who had a close friend with whom he grew up. The friend had a habit of looking at every situation that ever occurred in his life (positive or negative) and remarking, “This is good!”

One day the king and his friend were out on a hunting expedition. The friend would load and prepare the guns for the king. The friend had apparently done something wrong in preparing one of the guns, for after taking the gun from his friend, the king fired it and his thumb was blown off. 

Examining the situation the friend remarked as usual, “This is good!” To which the king replied, “No, this is NOT good!” and proceeded to send his friend to jail.

About a year later, the king was hunting in an area that he should have known to stay clear of. Cannibals captured him and took him to their village. They tied his hands, stacked some wood, set up a stake and bound him to the stake. As they came near to set fire to the wood, they noticed that the king was missing a thumb. Being superstitious, they never ate anyone that was less than whole. So untying the king, they sent him on his way.

As he returned home, he was reminded of the event that had taken his thumb and felt remorse for his treatment of his friend. He went immediately to the jail to speak with his friend. “You were right,” he said, “it was good that my thumb was blown off.” And he proceeded to tell the friend all that had just happened. “And so I am very sorry for sending you to jail for so long. It was bad for me to do this.”

“No,” his friend replied, “This is good!” “What do you mean, „This is good‟? How could it be good that I sent my friend to jail for a year?” “If I had NOT been in jail, I would have been with you.”

Moral:-- Everything happens for a purpose; and out of what seems like adversity at the time; always comes good".

Success has Nature

In 1972, Jim Cathcart was working at the Little Rock, Arkansas Housing Authority, making $525 a month, with a new wife and baby at home, no college degree, no past successes, and not much hope for the foreseeable future. One morning, he was sitting in his office listening to the radio, to a program called "Our Changing World" by Earl Nightingale, who was known as "the Dean of Personal Motivation." That day, Nightingale, in his booming voice, said something that would change Jim's life forever: "If you will spend an extra hour each day in study of your chosen field, you will be a national expert in that field in five years or less." Jim was stunned, but the more he thought about it the more it made sense. Although he had never given a speech, he had always wanted to help people grow in areas of personal development and motivation.

He began his quest to put Nightingale's theory to the test by reading books and listening to tapes whenever he could. He also started exercising, became better organized, and joined a self-improvement study group. He persisted through weeks of temptations to quit, just by doing a little more each day to further his goal. Within six months he had learned more than he had in his few years of college, and he began to believe he could turn his goal of becoming a motivational speaker into reality. All the hard work, the discipline, and study paid off. Jim now has delivered more than 2,500 speeches worldwide and has won every major award in the speaking industry. Just like companies have market value, so do people. In the simplest terms, your market value increases by knowing and doing more. Knowledge is power, not only for your career, but also to improve your family and spiritual life. I once heard a quote that sums it up well, "Knowledge is like climbing a mountain; the higher you reach the more you can see and appreciate."

Moral: Believe in yourself, and take the plunge- It's worth it!

Kuch Sheer........

Paane se khone ka maza aur hai,Band aankhon se dekhne ka maza aur hai.
Aansoo bane lafz aur lafz gazal,Teree yaadon ke saath jine ka maza kuchh aur hai.

Vo hamaare naheen to kya gam hai,Ham to unhee ke hain ye kya kam hai.
Na gam kam hai na aansoo kam hai,Dekhte hain rulaane waale men kitna dam hai.

Aansoo ko aankhon kee dehleez par laaya na karo.

Apne dil kee haalat kisee ko bataaya na karo.
Log muTThee bhar namak liye ghooma karte hain.
Apne zakham kisee ko dikhaaya na karo.

Mere marne ke baad ai dost aansoo mat bahaana.
Agar yaad aaye meree to seedhe upar chale aana.
Agar wahaan men na dikhun to samajh lena tu narak men hai.

Dil ko dhadkna tune sikhaaya,Dil ko taRapna tune sikhaaya,
Aankhon men aansoo kahin chhupe the,Unko jhalakna tune sikhaaya.

Har ek muskuraahaT mus'kaan naheen hotee,
Nafrat ho ya mohabbat aasaan naheen hotee,
Aansoo gam ke or khushee ke ek jai'se hote hain,
Inkee pahachaan aasan naheen hotee..

Dostee karo to dhoka mat dena, Dus'ron ko aansoo ka tohfa mat dena,
Dil se roye koee zind'gee bhar, Aisa kisee ko mauqa mat dena..

Meree rooh kee haqeeqat, Mere aansoo se puchho.

Mere kah'kahon kee duniya, Mere tar'juman naheen hai.

Ek din hamaare aansoo ham se poochh baiThe,Hamen roz roz kyon bulaate ho?
Ham'ne kaha, ham yaad unhen karte hain, Tum kyon chale aate ho?

Aansuon ko bahut samajhaaya tan'haai men aaya karo,
Mah'fil men hamaara mazaak na udaaya karo,
Ispar aansoo taRap kar bole.....
Itne logon men aapko tanha paate hain isliye chale aate hain.

Bewafaai kabool hai wafaai ke liye,Aansoo kabool hai hansee ke liye,
Ham to moh'taaz hai aapke pyaar ke,Dushman kabool hai aapkee dostee ke liye

Bahoot tamanna thi, Pyaar men aashiyan banaane ki,
Bana chuke to lag gayee nazar zamaane ki.
Usee ka karz hai jo aaj hain aankhon men aansoo,
Saza milee hain hamen bas muskuraane kee.

Tujhe dekhe bina teree tasweer bana sakta hoon,
Tujh'se mile bina tera haal bata sakta hoon,
Hai meree dostee main itna dam,
Apnee aankh ka aansoo teree aankh se gira sakta hoon.

Aankhen teree bahe to  aansoo mere ho,
Saan'se teree chale to dhadkan meree ho,
Zind'gee se yahee dil-ai- tammana hai ki,
Dhadkan teree ruke aur maut meree ho...

Dil ka zakhm zubaan par laaya naheen karte,
Ham apnee aankhon se aansoo bahaaya naheen karte,
Zakhm kitne hee gah're kyon na ho,
Ham apne honton se muskuraahaT haTaaya naheen karte.

Tan'haai hai pyaar main,
Bar'baadee hai pyaar main,
Aansoo hai pyaar main,
Bebasee hai pyaar main,
Gam bhee hai pyaar main,
Haar bhee hai pyaar main,
Hamen sab pata hai
Lekin kya karen ham bhee hain pyaar main.

Aansoowon se palak bhigo leta hoon,
Yaad teree aatee hai to ro leta hoon.
Socha ki bhoola doon tujhe mager,
Har baar faisla badal deta hoon.

Jeans the perfect fit

Jeans has always been the favorite in the fashion world. Jeans is available in different styles, cut and has become an all purpose wear. However to flaunt your figure you need to wear the pair that fits you best. You need to pick the pair of jeans that fit you perfectly and make you look amazing. Well it is not that difficult………all you have to do is try on several pair to find just the right style and fit. Also follow these guidelines.

Tall/slim figure:

Perfect jeans: Look for styles that are plain and simple with straight legs. If you want to draw attention to your long legs then go for a style with a flared leg or design along the outside length of the jean.

Avoid: Jeans with a tapered leg. This will only accentuate the size of your feet (and taller girls often have big feet) and make your legs look strange.

Long Torso:

Prefect jeans: In your body type it is very difficult to choose the perfect jeans. Ideally you should go for a pair of jeans with a defined waist that will make your bottom half look longer and leaner. Also wear a belt since it will define your body shape perfectly.

Avoid: Jeans with a long, bulky or tight crotch. 

Pear-Shaped:

Perfect jeans: Go for styles with a flared leg, boot cut or pattern around the ankle area.

Avoid: Jeans that are tight around the thigh area and tapered or baggy styles. 

Wide Hips:

Perfect jeans: Choose a jean with a low-rise waist and a slight flare at the leg to help to balance your silhouette. Go for jeans with a bit of stretch and make sure they have large back pockets.

Avoid: Styles with really big or really small back pockets and detailing across the back. 

Petite:

Perfect jeans: Go for a pair with straight legs, worn on the long side, to help give you a taller silhouette. To make your legs look longer wear heels with a boot leg style, and make sure you go for dark-colored jeans.

Avoid: If you’re after a pair of jeans that will make your legs look longer, avoid styles with cuffs and Capri pants. 

Short-waisted:

Perfect jeans: Go in for hipsters or super-hipsters. Low-slung, hipster styles will give you the illusion of having a longer torso.

Avoid: Jeans with a zip more than 3 inches long and jeans with fringe or embellishment along the waistband.

Plus-size:

Perfect jeans: Go for dark-colored jeans with a straight leg, boot cut or flare.

Avoid: Light-colored jeans and styles that feature patterning down the legs. Also avoid jeans with pleats and elastic waists, as well as baggy styles.

~~Chiraag mein~~

jab koi junoon aata hai dimaag mein
apna khoon daal deta hoon chiraag mein

aik chehra ban jaata hai meri aahon se
aik soorat chhupi huii hai dil ke daag mein

dard ke siwaa mujhko milaa kuch bhi nahin
maine dil lagaaya tha khushiyon ki laag mein

lapton mein mujhko dekh kar mayous hote hain
jhoonk to dete hain mere khat woh aag mein

kaanton se apna daaman bhar ke laaya hoon
mil gaya tha aik shakhs phoolon ke baag mein