WOMAN

When I was born, a woman was there to hold me:
♥ my Mother ♥

 
I grew as a child, a woman was there to care and play with me:
♥ my Sister ♥

 
I went to school, a woman was there to help me learn:
♥ my Teacher ♥

 
I became depressed whenever I lost, a woman was there to offer a shoulder:
♥ my Friend ♥

 
I need company, compatibility & comfort, a great woman was there for me:
♥ my Wife ♥

 
I became hard, a woman was there to melt me:
♥ my Daughter ♥

 
I fell on ill, a woman was there to cure me:
♥ my Doctor ♥

 
When I die, a woman is here to absorb me inn:
♥ my Motherland ♥
 

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31st Dec.2008

Meaning of ILU & KISS

ILU => I Love You

I love you means that I accept you for the person that you are, and that I do not wish to change you into someone else.

It means that I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times. 

 It means loving you even when you're in a bad mood, or too tired to do the things I want to do.

It means loving you when you're down, not just when you're fun to be with.

“I Love You” means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them, asking in return that you do not judge me for mine.

 It means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love you enough not to let go.

It means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly, and hoping you feel the same way for me.

“KISS”

CHEMISTRY:
Potassium (K) + Iodide (I) + Sulfur (S) + Sulfur (S) = KISS

MATHS: 
KISS is the shortest distance between 2 Lips...!

PHYSICS: 
KISS is the powerful process of charging to human bodies in a short time...!

BIOLOGY: 
One plus one is equal to one. {1+1=1}
 
ECONOMICS: 
KISS is that thing for which the DEMAND is always higher than the SUPPLY...!

COMPUTER:
KISS is just like a LAN, in which two bodies are connected without any DATA CABLE...!  

Save Kiss.........Class Over!

Control Anger***

Anger is more Harmful than Hunger

Once upon a time there was a boy who had a temper. His father gave him a bag of pins and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a pin into the back of the garden. The first day the boy had driven eighty pins into the garden. Over the next few weeks as he learned to control his anger the number of pins hammered gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive pins into the garden.

Finally the day came when he did not lose his temper. He told his father how he has controlled his anger and his father suggested him now pull out one pin for each day that he was able to hold his anger. The days passed and the boy told his father that all the pins were gone.  The father took the boy holding his hand and led him to the garden. He said look at the holes in the garden. The hole of the garden will never be the same.

“When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like the pins on the garden. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won’t matter how many times you say I am sorry, the wound is still there. Wound may abolish from his body, but it leaves indelible mark in his heart.”

A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Our friends, family, relatives and love one are very rare, they make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend your ear and always ready to open their hearts to us. Be positive and do positively.

Prahallad Sahoo
(12-12-12)

SOLDIER

Veer Jawan....

Those who bring sunshine to the lives of other…

Those who give freedom to their nation…

Not only have they sacrificed their life, also for them their relatives who miss someone.

Still they never return back, even they never seen back.

They are always in front of all.

They are also someone’s brother and someone’s son

They are country’s watchman and mister of young woman.

They never thought, they would never get back

They also sacrificed for their nation.

They promised their country, so they have no personal life.

Over all they are man, son of nation, work for nation and die for nation.

These are their responsible as a Soldier.

Every soldier may not get a new mother from their nation,
But every mother may give a new soldier to their nation.

If every mother sacrifice for her child

Every soldier also sacrifices himself for his mother/nation.

TRUST

My Darling ...!

May be Mountain is fly, but river never fly

Spring may be dry, but tear never be dry,

Because that tear is combination of our happy and sorrow.

Worship may be without priest, but love never without heart

May be ocean without waves, but man never exist without breath,

Because everything has its own beginning and end.

River-Ganga may be impure, but truth never can be false

May be Earth will be artificial, but birth and death never artificial,

Because God see the truth but we have to wait.

May be you forget, how you think about me

But our promises of past we never be forget,

May be I have forget, how you were in my arms

But your kiss of trust is always unforgettable.

WAITING

Pratikshya...

Oh, My Priya…!

The ‘river’ flows touching your body,

The ‘flower’ blooms blinking of your eyes,

The ‘mountain’ bows down kissing your feet,

The ‘breeze’ blows swinging of your hair.

Had I the wings of birds, I must search where you are

Had I the rhythm of flute, I must play for you anywhere.

Neither a ‘bird’ nor ‘Lord-Krishna’

It may be, if your arms being around me

And I catch you with my heart.

Still I am waiting for them…

The ‘river’ that touches you,

The ‘flower’ blooms by your eyes,

The ‘mountain’ that kisses you,

The ‘breeze’ blows by your hair.

At least they can talk me about you.

Hai, My Priya…!

Where are you and when will truth unveiled?

THREE STAGES OF LIFE

-ENDLESS TIME-

Morning

Hello, Brother…! Let’s see ahead

First rays of the sun waiting for you

Cuckoo singing the life song for you

You see your face on the pale of dews

And the time, you have to do all today,

more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.

Mid-day

Oh, Man…! Let’s go ahead

Feathers of birds are not flattered

Stars are not twinkling in the sky

Flowers are not abloom on the leap of night

The night dew not begins to fall

The time is to see you, not your shadow.

Night

Hi, Comrades…! Let memories

What you have done and

What you have to do, in the last breath

If not, thank God

If something, also thank God

And pray to complete, before end of the night

Because a prosperous morning awaiting you.

WHEN WILL COME THAT DAY…?

The Golden day of my life...

The night blossoms with sweet fragrance

And the scattered moonlight when fall upon both of us would glitter,

The flow of stream would praise the glory of God

And the breeze would say the reality of world where no one is there.

I would be on your lap and you around my arms,

The heart of two would be within one sole,
when you and I only in our world.

The hot breath of you would cling to me

And my hairy chest would call for play the true game of Adam and Eve

At the moment earth will stop for sometime.

The rising sun (son) would glitter with fun

And what wait to be happening that would happen.

Everything would revolve with the own orbit

But we would move with our glittering sun’s orbit.

The symbol of love would stand with his brand name

None behind him except U and Me.

The day, when we would be with our love

And that day we must be happy and delight.

When will come that day…?

JOY OF LIFE …

 GOD...!

 Before that day when I was alone

Inside mother’s ovum beyond the light;

You were with me (God) besides truth and faith

Like the form of a ray of light.

You are my joy of life…

I was clean, ideal, and pure and out of all evils

When I came out from that dark to see the light;

No-one to guide me except you and yours everything

I had been blind before touching the holy light.

You are my joy of life…

Though I have eyes, still I am a blind

Because I have seen everything except you;

When will you offer me that holy lotus eyes (Padmalochan)

Since then, I am searching that ray of light of your.

Oh, God you are faith of my heart and the ray of light.

You are my joy of life…

BECAUSE…?

You…

Persevered – to become two sides of one coin

Promised – to change the garland in our marriage (/to tie the knot of two sole)

Premeditated – to free our progenitor (who is chained with betray).

It must be, when we both sacrifice for each other and became very closer.

Also, it was ultimatum for both of us.

You say, is it possible to forget?

Never…

Of course, I known as a ‘forgetful’ in front of all

But in your eyes, an unforgettable memory,

Is not it?

I am not angry upon you

And also, it is not today.

How could I…?

Still, I am worried; do you know – why?

“Only & once, imagined to disagree with you”.

In past, I haven’t disagree with you

But now, when I am trying…

How could it be possible!

Never…,

Because, I am unable disagree with you.

And you, you are the one & only, whom I could say everything of my life.

CONCEPTIONS

Three things of life as like as love…

 Place

Who knows how much land you had taken, when you were born?

How much you will occupy when you will go to pyre?

But, only you know how much require,

Still from ancient age to modern age everywhere war,

Only for a land, what you get at last?

The whole life destroyed only for caffeine, a land, a place.

Time

The bright future always waiting you based on a forgotten past

You never go up-stair without down stair.

The distance between down and up stair is the present moment.

Let go of your yesterday,

to see bright tomorrow and do your duty today.

Person

May be that is life when you were born,

You were crying and everyone around you was smiling.

Love your life so that when you die,

You are the one who will smile and everyone around you will cry.

These three things as like as Love

What begins with a smile i.e., Life

Grows with a kiss i.e., Time

And ends with a drop of tear i.e., Place/Caffeine.

THE FALLING ROSE OF LAST SPRING

 LAST SPRING ROSE

***********************

This is our last meeting, in the last evening of last spring.

A droop of Sindur and two pieces of Bangles

which draw the line of promising (horrifying)

This is our last….

Till now, we were in one way with one foot

Now then, it would be same way in separate step,

After leaving me, you will stay in your place, in which way…

After leaving you, I will stay in my place, in that way…

This is my last letter with the last pen on the last sheet.

In a way, this is the test (of fire) for me

now then, I have to live alone.

This is our last meeting, in the last evening of last spring.

My world, which I had made half

That world, is on fire today,

Will you change your way towards me?

Or could I motivate you to look at me?

This is the last dialogue of the last scene of last Drama.

It would be the last waiting (of me) for you

till the last flame of my crematoria body.

This is our last meeting, in the last evening of last spring.

RISK FACTOR***

Risk
*******

The person who risks nothing, he does nothing, has nothing, is nothing.

To live is to risk dying, To dream is to risk losing,
To hope is to risk despair, To try is to risk failure.

To laugh is to risk appearing just like a fool,
To weep is to risk appearing gushy and supple.

To reach out to another is to risk involvement,
To expose feelings is to risk revealing your Self-inherent.

To love is to risk not being loved in return,
To will is to risk not knowing the result is open.

But risks must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.

{It is the own experience of my life.}

["RISK FACTOR" was published on “Aakash Times” in November 2012 Issue.]

SWEET HEART

Oh, my dear…sweet-heart…Krishna…

It is more sensible than words & less expressible than feelings…about you.}

You are the only…

One of the miracles of lack of people,

             who means everything to me,

One of the five substitutes (i.e., earth, water, fire, wind, ether),

            who have touched my life (in one way or another).

You are the only…

One of the angels in my dreamy heaven,

            who makes me easy when I feel discomfort,

One of the noble laureate among all,

            who becomes poet when I really need it.

You are the only…

One of the beauties among the thousands,

            who makes me see the brighter side of the things,

One of the glorious stars of the Universe,

            who makes me lighten the dark side of the helpless.

And you, whom I more than all,

            want to tell how much our love is appreciated (fruitful).

GIFT

Always precious…

It couldn’t demand when we want

It’s more precious than our need,

That depends upon donor’s mercy which always surprises for good deed.

It should never be compared with money

It’s more worthy than worthless property,

It is as sweet as honey

It cannot be bought as a sweet.

It couldn’t think so, we are presenting

Coz, it is God, who made him receive from us,

It develops friendship, whom we searching

This is luck, by which we have to do so much.

PRAISE to my Love

My Love...

When nights are long and tears fall like dew

Pleasant winds keep your memories dear,

I sit by my window on the moonlight and think of you

Though past never comes, you are still near.

Fragrance of flowers, chirping of birds

Sweet melancholy of nature is because of you,

My heart melts with every glance

When will you come back to me for sue?

My words cannot be expressive in front of your beauty

But my eyes worth it to express my love for you,

You are the rarest of rare always pretty

And my lips whisper always how much I care for you.

My day starts from you and ends at you

You are the best partner anyone could have,

The love I have ever met and if I die before you

I will wait there in heaven to share our love.

ALMIGHTY

GOD...!

Oh, my Lord, almighty…the ocean of kind hearted, greatness

Enable me to bow down to thy lotus feet (padma-pada)

And persuade me to offer everything, what I got by the grace of you.

Nothing remains to me, which may create selfishness.

Hey, Prabhu, Anadi… formless, nirakara, endless

Be kind to me to feel thy great personality residing in all void sky

And enable to sing a song of your glorious joy

I neither write my words nor see your radiance through my earthly eyes.

Hey, Swami, Alekha… indescribable, eternal, nirguna, writing-less

Bless me to collect a little knowledge of your mahima / (swarup)

And order me enter into thy emptiness, soundness room to divulge the secret

If possible nothing remains to describe your great kindness.

Hey, God, Antaryami… nameless, bhavagrahi, divine soul

Let me geared up with that magnificent power

By which a dumb can say, blind can see and lame can walk

And you are not only beyond description but

Free from the bondage of birth and has no desire

How can I describe and call in which name, you are the above all?

MARRIAGE IS NOT A SAND-HUT

Vibaha...

A pinch of Sindur brought my daughter…

It has nabbed my right from me forever….

Taking this one word of mine … as knot of your Anchal

My girl, go to your in-law’s home.

Marriage is not a sand-hut; in-law’s home is not a play-home.

Marriage is not a sand-hut; in-law’s home is not a play-home.

A pinch of Sindur brought my daughter…

It was just yesterday, you were crying

Today, you have departed from us, we are crying.

You were my Laxmi, I know from your birthday

Now, I am without Laxmi, you went on other’s way.

The last Shravan raining as tear in my eye

In that tear a father’s affection sinking away.

Taking my blessings… taking my whole age

My girl, go to your in-law’s home.

Marriage is not a sand-hut; in-law’s home is not a play-home.

Marriage is not a sand-hut; in-law’s home is not a play-home.

A drop of Sindur brought my daughter…

Who will rigid with me calling father again and again?

Who will light lamp at the feet of Vrindabati again?

My daughter has not seen kitchen even once

She is thinking, how will she adjust at once?

The Doli of my daughter is departing today

When she crosses the end of village, which wills her after a day?

Taking your destiny… taking your karma

My girl, go to your in-law’s home.

Marriage is not a sand-hut; in-law’s home is not a play home,

Marriage is not a sand-hut; in-law’s home is not a play-home.

A drop of Sindur brought my daughter…

GOLDEN RING

Swarna Mudrika

My sweet heart, I have to you these diamond lyrics

In which I send model of you (thyself).

You gifted me a ring of purest gold

which bear inside a pointed cut diamond.

You think it must appreciate my attention

My thoughts are (as) pure, just above your summation.

That metal is precious and the stone is true

As true as you how much more precious than you?

The gem is so nice and clear- no need to compare

Though nice, as like your face it is not fare.

You suppose this, because from me you have it

I believe your faith more, because you gave it.

You gave me that Golden Ring to wear

Where you my jewels, multiply to bear?

The Day @ Surajkundu (Picnic)

15^th February@Surajkundu

I still have fond memories of the eventful and enjoyable day of 15^th Feb.2002, when the Aakash family went to the ‘Surajkund Mela’ trip. On the cool and breezy morning our bus started amidst the ‘twitter’ of the excited Aakashians. Sleepy faces were glowing with the glee of the picnic. Our joyride further was beautified by the chilly weather, lovely winter dew drops and the mesmerizing fragrances of myriad flowers. Our pleasure had surpassed every earthly limit.

The sweetness of the Mela lingering around Surajkund filled our senses. Surajkund Mela was nearing its finale with 5-6 days remaining. The scenic beauty at Surajkund was spectacular and the moment we stepped out. Some started sightseeing; others played cricket and a few rode camels. There was a beautiful lake where many ‘lovey-dovey’ couples were hanging out. Antakshari, mimicry, jokes and dance routines were the order of the day where even our esteemed MD sir sang an impromptu song in a blissful mode. One of our colleague even mimicked MD sir (with Sir’s permission). Everyone seated themselves on the lush, soft green surrounding MD sir and Ma’m. Snacks, soft-drinks and packaged meals were there for all including MD sir also shared the same.

  

Our MD Sir is a man of many faces. When accompanying teachers he essays the role of a teacher, with staff he becomes a part of them. His humility and dedication towards work is remarkable and his discipline is evident in his everyday lifestyle. He has a desire to undertake something challenging from time to time in order to improvise and progress both personally and professionally. Since the year 2001, my association with Aakash has been a witness to the inclusion of innovation in the coaching strategies adopted at Aakash. As our mentor, guru and employer the lesson I learned from him is that “Success comes to you if you wholeheartedly work towards your goal”. He is the man of success by his deed, determination & dedication and Aakash Institute is a milestone of his success.

Aakash believes in celebrating success and we ‘raise a toast’ every year to its success at various entrance exams. The venues of success parties are lavish and include grand names like Hotel-Ashoka, Hyatt-Regency, Continental, Taj-Palace, Shangri-La, Radisson-BLU etc. This clearly sends us a message that ‘Hard work bears sweet fruits’. With Aakash we are striving, learning, growing and enjoying while yearning for many more sweet fruits of labor.

  

   Cynosure of all Eyes: Surajkundu Lake