Wednesday, December 23, 2009

म्हटल आयुष्य विणायला घेउया

आज म्हटल आयुष्य विणायला घेउया
जमतय का ते बघुया
वाटल अगदी सोप असेल
रंगसंगती जमून आली की आयुष्यही सुंदर दिसेल

प्रश्न पडला धागे कोणकोणते घ्यायचे
एक दोनच की सगळेच वापरायचे

मग ठरवल फक्त छान छानच धागे घेऊ
एक काय दोन काय सगळेच एकमेकांत विणु

सुरुवात केली वात्स्ल्याच्या धाग्याने
धागा होता फार उबदार आणि मुलायम
म्हटल छान आहे हा धागा
धाग्याने ह्या विण राहील कायम

मग घेतला मैत्रीचा धागा
म्हणता म्हणता ब-याच भरल्या जागा
थोड थोड आयुष्य आकार घेऊ लागलेल
पण अजुनही बरचस विणायच बाकी रहिलेल

एक एक धागा आशेचा, सुखाचा आणि आनंदाचा घेतला
प्रत्येक धाग्यात तो आपसुकच गुंफत गेला
हळू हळू विण घट्ट होत होती
तरीदेखील कसली तरी कमी मात्र होती

मग घेतला एक नाजुक प्रेमाचा धागा
धागा होता सुंदर आणि रेशमी
धाग्याने त्या आयुष्याला
अर्थ आला लागुनी

एक एक घेतला धागा
यशाचा, कीर्तीचा आणि अस्तित्वाचा
आयुष्याला त्यामुळे एक नवा
उद्देश्य मिळाला

सगळेच धागे छान, सुंदर आणि प्रसन्न होते
तरीदेखील त्यांच्यातल्या एकसारखीपणाने मन मात्र खिन्न होते

थोड़े धागे पडले होते
निवांत बसून असेच
म्हटल बघुया तरी ह्यांच्यामुळे
आयुष्य होतय का सुरेख

मग घेतला एक धागा दुक्खाचा एक निराशेचा
एक धागा अपयशाचा आणि एक धागा पराजयाचा
हे चारही धागे विणता एकमेकांमधे
आयुष्याला खरा अर्थ लाभला त्यांच्यामुळे

अपयशाशिवाय यश नाही
दुक्खाशिवाय सुख नाही
पराजयाशिवाय जय नाही
आणि निराशेशिवाय आशा नाही

महत्व पटल आहे सर्व धाग्यांच आज मला
सुंदर सुंदर धाग्यांनिच फक्त मजा नसते आयुष्याला

साध्या सुध्या लोकरीच्या विणकामातही
रंगसंगती ही लागतेच
मग आयुष्य विणतानाच
आपल्याला भीती का वाटते?

सर्व धागे एकमेकांत विणुनच
एक परिपूर्ण आयुष्य बनत
कुठला धागा कुठे, कसा वापरायचा
हे मात्र ज्याच त्याच्यावर असत

Thursday, December 10, 2009

"LOVE YOU DAD"

A man was polishing his new car,
his 4 years old son
picked stone &
scratched lines on thw side of car,,
in anger the man took the chid's hand
& hit it many times
not realizing he was using a wrench.
at the hospital,
the chid,lost hi fingersdue the multipel
fractures.
when chid saw his father..
with painful eyes he asked dad,,,
when will my fingers gorw back?
man was so hurt & speechless
he went back to car &
kicked it many times.
devastated by hi own actions..
sitting in the front of the car
he looked at the scrstchess
child had writen
"LOVE YOU DAD"
next day that the man commited
suicide....
Anger and Love have no limits..
always remember that,,
"THINGS ARE TO BE LOVED.
BUT
THE PROBLEM IN TODAY'SWORLD
IS THAT,
PEOPEL ARE USED AND
THING'S ARE LOVED..."

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Singh IS KING









Interviewer:
what is your birth date?
Sardar: 13th October
Which year? 
Sardar: Oye ullu ke pathe
_ _ _ EVERY YEAR

*********
Manager asked to sardar at an interview. 

Can you spell a word that has more than
15 letters in it?
Sardar replied: -P-O-S-T-B-O-X.

********
After returning back from a foreign trip,
sardar asked his wife,
Do I look like a foreigner?
Wife: No! Why?
Sardar: In London a lady asked me
???
???
???
???
Are you a foreigner?

********
One tourist from U.S.A.
asked to Sardar: Any great man
born in this village???
Sardar: no sir, only small Babies!!!

********
Lecturer: write a note on Gandhi Jayanthi
So Sardar writes,
"Gandhi was a great man,
but I don't know who is
Jayanthi.

*******
When sardar was traveling
with his wife in an auto, the
driver adjusted mirror.
Sardar shouted, "You are trying to see my wife?
Sit back. I will drive.

********
Interviewer: just imagine you arein 3rd floor,
it caught fire and how will you escape?
Sardar: its simple.
I will stop my imagination!!!

***********
Boss: Where were you born?
Sardar: Punjab..
Boss: which part?
Sardar: Kya which part?
Whole body born in Punjab.

********
2 sardar were fixing a bomb in a car.
Sardar 1: What would you do if the bomb
explodes while fixing.
Sardar 2: Dont worry, I have one more.

********
Sardar: What is the name of your car?
Lady: I forgot the name, but is starts with "T".
Sardar: Oye Kamaal ki gaadi hai,
Tea se start hoti hai.
Hamaara gaadi petrol se start hoti hai.

*********
Sardar joined new job.
1st day he worked till late evening on the computer.
Boss was happy and asked what you did till evening.
Sardar: Keyboard alphabets were not in order,
so I made it alright.

*********
Museum Administrator:
That's a 500-year-old statue u've broken.
Banta: Thanks God! I
thought it was a new one.

********
At the scene of an accident a man was crying:
O God! I have lost my hand, oh!
Santa: Control yourself.
Don't cry. See that man. He has lost his head.
Is he crying?

**********
Banta: U cheated me.
Shopkeeper: No, I sold a good radio to u.
Banta: Radio label shows Made in Japan
but
radio says this is all India Radio!

*********
In an interview, Interviewer:
How does an electric motor run?
Santa: Dhhuuuurrrrrrrrrr. ......
Inteviewer shouts: Stop it.
Santa: Dhhuurrrr dhup dhup dhup...

*********
Tourist: Whose skeleton is that?
Santa: Tipu's skeleton.
Tourist: Who's that smaller skeleton next to it?
Santa: That was Tipu's skeleton when he was child




Wednesday, December 2, 2009

The best campaign EVER!



The best campaign EVER!

Don't ever under estimate your spouse!




A married couple is 
driving along a highway 
doing a steady 60 miles per hour. 
The wife is behind the wheel. 
Her husband suddenly looks 
across at her and speaks in a clear voice. 
"I know we've been married for twenty years, 
but I want a divorce."
The wife says nothing. 
Keeps looking at the road ahead 
but slowly increases her speed to 65 mph.
The husband speaks again. 
"I don't want you to try and talk me out of it,
" He says, 
"because 
I've been having an affair with your best friend, 
And she's a far better lover than you are."
Again the wife stays quiet, 
But grips the steering wheel more tightly 
and 
slowly increases the speed to 75.
He pushes his luck. 
"I want the house,
" he says insistently.
The car is now at 80 mph.
"I want the car, too," 
he continues.85 mph.
"And," he says, 
"I'll have the bank accounts, 
all the credit cards and the boat!"
The car slowly starts veering 
towards a massive concrete bridge.
This makes him a little nervous, 
so he asks her, 
"Isn't there anything you want?"
The wife at last replies in a quiet and controlled voice.
"No, ... I've got everything I need," .
"Oh, really," he inquires, "so what have you got?"
Just before they slam into the concrete wall at 90 mph, the wife turns to him, smiles and says,
"The airbag."



Moral of the Story:
Don't ever under estimate your spouse!