Tuesday, 2 April 2013

U WILL LIKE

1.You will never know the POWER of yourself until someone HURTS you badly.

2."Happiness is like butterfly..when we run after it..it escapes us..but whn we sit still n stay calm..it invites itself n comes to us."
 Curious that we spend more time congratulating people who have suceeded than encouraging people who have not''

3.A lady teacher asks her pupils what type of medicines they know. 1st pupil: aspirin for headache. 2nd pupil: panadol for pain. 3rd pupil: viagra for diarrhea.         Teacher: who told you that? Last nite I heard my mum tell my dad: "Take a viagra, maybe it will make that little shit harder!!"...

STORY TIME

Little Johnny watched his daddy's car pass by the school playground and go
into the woods. Curious, he followed the car and saw Daddy and Aunt Jane
in a passionate embrace.

Johnny found this so exciting that he could hardly contain himself as
he ran home and started to tell his mother. "Mummy, I was at the
playground and I saw Daddy's car go into the woods with Aunt Jane. I went back to look and he was giving Aunt Jane a big kiss and then he helped her
take off her blouse. Then Aunt Jane helped Daddy take his
trousers off, then Aunt Jane..."

At this point Mummy cut him off and said, "Johnny, this is such an interesting story, suppose you save the rest of it for supper time. I want to see the look on Daddy's face when you tell it tonight."

At the dinner table that evening, Mummy asked little Johnny to tell his
story. Johnny started his story, "I was at the playground and I saw Daddy's car go into the woods with Aunt Jane. I went back to look and he was giving Aunt Jane a big kiss, then he helped her take off her blouse. Then Aunt Jane helped Daddy take his trousers off, then Aunt Jane and Daddy started doing the same thing that Mummy and Uncle Bill used to do when Daddy was in the Army."

Mummy fainted!

Moral:

Sometimes you need to listen to the whole story before you interrupt!

The greatest thing in life is finding someone who knows all your mistakes and weaknesses and still loves you and thinks your the best thing in there life!

U BETTER PAY ATTENTION TO THESE

Ø Ada 3 Hal dlm hidup yg tidak boleh kembali :
 1. Waktu
 2. Kata-kata
 3. Kesempatan

 Ø Ada 3 Hal yg dapat menghancurkan hidup seseorg :
 1. Kemarahan
 2. Keangkuhan
 3. Dendam

 Ø Ada 3 Hal yg tidak boleh hilang :
 1. Harapan
 2. Keikhlasan
 3. Kejujuran

 Ø Ada 3 Hal yg paling berharga :
 1. Kasih Sayang
 2. Cinta
 3. Kebaikan

 Ø Ada 3 Hal dlm hidup yg tidak pernah pasti :
 1. Kekayaan
 2. Kejayaan
 3. Mimpi

 Ø Ada 3 Hal yg membentuk watak seseorg :
 1. Komitmen
 2. Ketulusan
 3. Kerja keras

 Ø Ada 3 Hal yg membuat kita sukses :
 1. Tekad
 2. Kemahuan
 3. Fokus

 Ø Ada 3 Hal yg tidak pernah kita tahu :
 1. Rezeki
 2. Umur
 3. Jodoh

 TAPI, ada 3 Hal dalam hidup yg PASTI :
 1. Tua
 2. Sakit
 3. Kematian.

REMARKABLE SAYINGS

1. As soon as u die,ur identity becomes 'a body'. People use phrases like "bring the body", "take the body to the grave" and so on.
People dun even call u by ur name whom u tried to impress whole life.
Be intelligent,live a life to impress ur Creator,not the creation.

2.  Missing someone isnt about when you last saw them, its about that very moment when you are doing smthing and wish they were there.
You CANT be good enough for everybody, but you will always be the BEST for the one who deserves you.

3.The best revenge is moving on and getting over it...
Don't give someone the satisfaction of watching you suffer.

4. Holding on to anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.

 5.I love everybody, some I love to be around , some I love to avoid and others I love to punch in the face.

6.What a  Mystery...
A cockcroach is afraid of rat,
Rat is afraid of cat,
Cat is afraid of dog,
Dog is afraid of man,
Man is afraid of women,
And women is afraid of Cockroach.

Saturday, 24 November 2012

Fw: 1915: Men Vs. Giant Redwood Trees

Subject: 1915: Men Vs. Giant Redwood Tree

They're lumberjacks and they're OK! The magical photos that show brave men who felled California redwoods by HAND

By Daily Mail Reporter
PUBLISHED: 03:22 GMT, 5 September 2012 | UPDATED: 08:13 GMT, 5 September 2012





Dramatic photos show the measure of a man in contrast to the enormity of nature.
A series of photos from the Humboldt State University Library capture lumberjacks working among the redwoods in Humboldt County, California.
The photos are part of the Ericson Collection, a series of pictures from northwest California from the 1880s through the 1920s by Swedish photographer A.W. Ericson.
Pictures from the 1915-era display the work of loggers in the densely forested northern California area, that accounts for twenty per cent of the state's total forest production.
Humboldt County has nearly 1,500,000 acres in public and private forests, including the Redwood National and State Parks.
 Among the Redwoods in California Lumberjacks working among the redwoods in California
Virgin Redwoods, Garfield, Humboldt County The photos from northwest California were taken by Swedish photographer A.W. Ericson
Among the Redwoods in California Humboldt County has nearly 1,500,000 acres in public and private forests, including the Redwood National and State Parks

 Among the Redwoods in California Pictures from the 1915-era display the work of loggers in the densely forested northern California area
Among the Redwoods in California Dramatic photos show the measure of a man in contrast to the enormity of nature

Among the Redwoods in California The densely forested northern California area accounts for twenty per cent of the state's total forest production



A Scholar in Saudi Arabia Started Crying................"

 DO YOU THANK GOD FOR EVERYTHING YOU HAVE AND GET.
  As received…
Let us thank our Almighty Allah and pray and support for our brothers' happiness too.
As Received....... 
 
A Scholar in Saudi Arabia
started Crying...
 
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Q & A TV Program :
A Caller From Somalia Asked A Scholar in Saudi Arabia,
 
We Don't Eat For Suhr (eating before fast)
We Dont Eat For Ifthar (breaking the fast),
 
 Would Our Fast Be Accepted ? 
  
  The Scholar Cried As He Heard This Question... 
   
How Fortunate Are We....  
Isn't it Time To Thank Allah 1,000,000....Times For What We Get  
Before You Complain Just Think About Our Brothers And Sisters in Somalia, Burma , Philipine Etc
   
Share This Message With All Your Contacts
 

Wednesday, 26 September 2012

Fw: True Story of Miss India 2009- an inspiring story for everyone!

Subject: True Story of Miss India 2009- an inspiring story for everyone!


True Story of Miss India 2009 - an inspiring story for everyone!  
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Neera Chopra is her mother. This is her story.

Neera Chopra lived through abuse, poverty and some tough choices to make her once-unwanted girl child, Pooja Chopra,
Neera Chopras story:

"I don’t know where to begin... they were terrible times. My husband was well-placed, but the marriage had begun to sink almost as soon as it began. Like most women do, I tried to work against all the odds .

My in-laws insisted everything would be alright if I had a son. My first child was a daughter, and that didn’t do me any good... but I couldn’t walk out. I had lost my father, my brother was in a not-so-senior position in Bata. I didn’t want to be a burden on my family and continued to live in my marital home in Kolkata.

I looked after my mother-inlaw, who was suffering from cancer, and while bathing her, I would tell myself she would bless me and put things right.

I don’t know how I tolerated it all. The least a man can do, if he must philander, is to not flaunt his women in his wife’s face. Then began the manhandling. I still wanted my marriage to survive. I was a pure vegetarian and learnt to cook non-vegetarian delicacies thinking it would please him.

Then, I was pregnant again. When Pooja was eight months in my womb, my husband brought a girl to the house and announced he would marry her. I thought of killing myself. I hung on the slight hope that if the baby was a boy, my marriage could be saved.

When Pooja was born a girl, for three days, nobody came to the hospital. There was a squadron leader’s wife on the opposite bed, who was kind enough to give me baby clothes for Pooja to wear. When she was 20 days old, I had to make a choice. I left the house with my girls ‘ Pooja and Shubra, who was seven then. I haven’t seen my husband since. I promised myself, even if we had just one roti, we would share it, but together.

I began life in Mumbai with the support of my mother, brother, who was by then married. It wasn’t the ideal situation, especially when he had children - space, money, everything was short. I began work at the Taj Colaba and got my own place. How did I manage? Truth be told, I would put a chatai on the floor, leave two glasses of milk and some food, and bolt the door from outside before going to work. I would leave the key with the neighbours and tell the kids to shout out to them when it was time to leave for school.

Their tiny hands would do homework on their own, feed themselves on days that I worked late. My elder daughter Shubhra would make Pooja do her corrections... This is how they grew up. At a birthday party, Pooja would not eat her piece of cake, but pack it and bring it home to share with her sister. When Shubhra started working, she would skip lunch and pack a chicken sandwich that she would slip in her sister’s lunchbox the next day.

I used to pray, ‘God, punish me for my karma, but not my innocent little kids. Please let me provide them the basics.’ I used to struggle for shoes, socks, uniforms. I was living in Bangur Nagar, Goregaon. Pooja would walk four bus stops down to the St Thomas
Academy. Then, too little to cross the road, she would ask a passerby to help her. I had to save the bus money to be able to put some milk in their bodies.

Life began to change when I got a job for Rs 6,000 at the then Goa Penta. Mr Chhabra, the owner, and his wife, were kind enough to provide a loan for me. I sent my daughters to my sister’s house in Pune, with my mother as support. I spent four years working in Goa while I saved to buy a small one-bedroom house in Pune (where the family still lives). I would work 16-18 hours a day, not even taking weekly offs to accumulate leave and visit my daughters three or four times a year.

Once I bought my house and found a job in Pune, life began to settle. I worked in Hotel Blue Diamond for a year and then finally joined Mainland China ‘ which changed my life. The consideration of the team and management brought me the stability to bring them up, despite late hours and the travelling a hotelier must do.

Shubhra got a job in Hotel Blue Diamond, being the youngest employee there while still in college, and managed to finish her Masters in commerce and her BBM. Today, she is married to a sweet Catholic boy who is in the Merchant Navy and has a sweet daughter.

I continue to finish my day job and come home and take tuitions, as I have done for all these years. I also do all my household chores myself.

Through the years, Shubhra has been my anchor and Pooja, the rock. Pooja’s tiny hands have wiped away my tears when I broke down. She has stood up for me, when I couldn’t speak for myself. Academically brilliant, she participated in all extra-curricular activities. When she needed high heels to model in, she did odd shows and bought them for herself.

When I saw Pooja give her speech on TV, I knew it came from her heart. I could see the twinkle in her eye. And I thought to myself as she won ‘My God, this is my little girl.’ God was trying to tell me something.

Today, I’ve no regrets. I believe every cloud has a silver lining. As a mother, I’ve done nothing great." 


Pantaloons Femina Miss India Pooja Chopra’s mother promised, ‘One day, this girl will make me proud’. 

Pooja speaks on fulfilling that promise... "When I was 20 days old, my mother was asked to make a choice. It was either me, a girl child, or her husband. She chose me. As she walked out she turned around and told her husband, ‘One day, this girl will make me proud’. That day has come. Her husband went on to marry a woman who gave him two sons. Today, as I stand here a Miss India, I don’t even know if my father knows that it is me, his daughter, who has set out to conquer the world, a crown on my head. 
"Our lives have not been easy, least so for my mother. Financially, emotionally, she struggled to stay afloat, to keep her job and yet allow us to be the best that we could be. I was given only one condition when I started modelling ‘ my grades wouldn’t drop.

"All the girls in the pageant worked hard, but my edge was my mother’s sacrifice, her karma. Today, when people call to congratulate me, it’s not me they pay tribute to, but to her life and her struggle. She’s the true Woman of Substance. She is my light, my mentor, my driving force."