Facebook- a Contribution

Hey frnds,

I know every one of us today is an addict to the facebook b it chatting with frnds,chking out their pics or just chking the notifications.................. bt dis blog of myn is a sincere contri to the work of mr Mark zukerberg......................dis is a post fr helping him make our favourite site bigger and better.......................So plz giv ur suggestions n make facebook better..........................i hope Mr mark will read it and b happy to knw what we did fr him................................i want u all to make it as popular and forward it ur frnds n i hope it reaches mr mark...........

My First suggestion comes here :

1.During chat in facebook there shud b an portion to become invisible fr others to whom we dnt wana chat and online only fr the ones to whom we are chatting...................

Unknown fears

How hard u try to hold the sand,
Everytym it sslips fro ur hand.
Time passes on a horse with wings,
heart burns hotter than saturn's rings.
Rolling down my cheeks are the hot tears,
my mind is enslaved with Unknown fears.
Gathered in apool of red,
My body is still alive bt my feelings are ............dead.

The Perfect Heart.......

The Perfect Heart.......

Author:Unknown

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said “Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine.” The crowd and the young man looked at the old man’s heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn’t fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.

The people stared - how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought? The young man looked at the old man’s heart and saw its state and laughed. “You must be joking,” he said. “Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears.”

“Yes,” said the old man, “Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren’t exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared. Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn’t returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges - - giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?”
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man’s heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man’s heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side. How sad it must be to go through life with a whole untouched heart.

Sometimes Silence is Better then Words.......

 
Don't explain yourself. You may ask, well holding emotions inside is never any good. Correct, by this I mean know what is better off left unsaid. Have you every said something little that fueled a big fuss? That is what I am referring to. No I am not saying you should keep secrets from others, nor am I implying that you should go home and when your mother asks you where you were, you should say none of your business, because you shouldn't explain yourself. Let's not let this rule become an excuse for common sense, when necessary we should explain ourselves.

With that being said,

Sharing too much information can backfire on you, think twice before you speak. Your friends may not always remain your friends, and the more personal you get, the higher chances you may set yourself up for blackmail one day. I learned in a psychology class: Fact- within a conversation, as one person is explaining a personal story/issue, the brain of the other person "listening" is concentrating more on what they want to say more than what you're actually saying. (we are naturally self-centered?) or in other words most people don't care what you have to say. It is just gossip. Gossip is something we could all live without, all complain about, but yet still all do..
Everybody disagrees on things, some you may win over a compromise, some are just too hard headed to see any other point of view but their own. This is okay, don't put weight on your shoulders because you feel like you have failed to win somebody's opinion. There will always be one to disagree, we can't please everybody, don't wear yourself out trying either.

Sometimes my people do not like work and they argue with me   But i've come to realize I can't win an argument with somebody who has set their mind on a decision. So I've learned to bite my tongue after a certain point, smile and say "no comment"...


Even if i explained myself to every person who came up to me and criticized me, I could not win them all over. So ask yourself, is this person worth the time to explain? or is it better off left at a disagreement. Choose wisely.

"Never explain yourself, your friends don't need it and your enemies won't believe it." --

where r d days gone...

where r d days gone...

where r d days gone...

wen i used to play in dis very lawn

wen i used 2 hv no tension ,

N only playing remained my passion...

where r d days gone...

wen my eyes had a glare,

which wud filled wid flare,

if there was ny negation towrds my passion...

A lot of cobwebs

hv surrounded me...

n i m not d 1

which was once free...

I know those days wil not return

holding bright colors of my life's run...

i will miss those days of fun

But have to proceed for other things to learn...

LOST!!!

After these 3 years...

today I am puzzled

asking myself "why didn't u struggle?"

when every1 was trying 2 reach d peak,

every1 had that passion 2 beat,

I was just happy on that last seat......

why? why did d craze lacked in me?

when it was d time 2 race

I hided my face......

All i was living in was a bluff

Never realized dat d task is tuf,

I cheated myself,did all d blunder

and still waited 4 a wonder...........

Is this your Dream Life??

Everyone has a DREAM about how his/her life is going to be. Along the way we change our expectations depending on our experiences and the maturity gained throughout the years. We dream, we set goals. Sometimes we succeed, other times we fail. Life is constantly changing, and it never really turns out just the way you planned. It may not be what you expected, but it may just turn out to be better than what you had planned out for yourself.
 WHO ORDERED THIS LIFE

I’m 21 and  I didn’t plan on being an Engineer. I never dreamed I’d get to live in Bareilly and have experienced as much as I have. I never imagined my family to turn out to be cool. When I was in school I thought my friends I had then would be with me forever. When I was in 12th I had dreams of going to IIT not in IIET. When I was 18, I thought I would be married to a queen of this world, have kids and live in my dream world. Now I m in invertis passing my life rather then enjoying.This was not i expected. But things change.

The life I ordered turned out to not be what i wanted.I didnt want to live in Bareilly or graduation from Invertis.Now I realized that  things are not exactly the same we wanted so always b happy and bring Best out of what you have.

Life is constantly evolving and I’m just trying to keep up.

“Things never turn out exactly the way you planned. I know they didn’t with me. Still, like my father used to say, ‘Traffic’s traffic, you go where life takes you’ and growing up happens in a heartbeat."