Tuesday, 26 July 2011

Saturday, 23 July 2011

ZINDAGI NA MILEGI DOBARA --- Poetry


Dil Aakhir Tu Kyun Rota Hai – (Thi Shayari comes when Farhan is heartbroken after meeting his estranged dad)
Jab-Jab Dard Ka Baadal Chaya
Jab Gham Ka Saya Lehraya
Jab Aansoo Palkon Tak Aya
Jab Yeh Tanha Dil Ghabraya
Humne Dil Ko Yeh Samjhaya
Dil Aakhir Tu Kyun Rota Hai
Duniya Mein Yunhi Hota Hai
Yeh Jo Gehre Sannaate Hain
Waqt Ne Sabko Hi Baante Hain
Thoda Gham Hai Sabka Kissa
Thodi Dhoop Hai Sabka Hissa
Aankh Teri Bekaar Hi Nam Hai
Har Pal Ek Naya Mausam Hai
Kyun Tu Aise Pal Khota Hai
Dil Aakhir Tu Kyun Rota Hai
Translated version:
when the cloud of sadness came over,
when the shadow of sorrow waved,
when tears reached eyelids,
when the lonely heart was worried,
I told the heart
O heart, why do u cry
it happens in the world,
the deep silences that are there,
time has given them to all,
a little sorrow is part of everyone's story,
and everyone has got some sunshine,
your eyes are wet for no reason,
every moment it's a new weather,
why do you lose moments like that,
O heart, why do u cry..


Pighle Neelam Sa – (This Shayari comes after the trio’s deep sea dive).
Pighle Neelam Sa Behta Ye Sama
Neeli Neeli Si Khamoshiyan
Na Kahin Hai Zameen Na Kahin Aasmaan
Sarsaraati Hui Tehniyaan-Pattiyaan
Keh Rahi Hain Bas Ek Tum Ho Yahan
Bas Main Hoon, Meri Saanse Hain Aur Meri Dhadkane
Aisi Gehraiyaan, Aisi Tanhaiyaan, Aur Main… Sirf Main
Apne Hone Par Mujhko Yakeen Aa Gaya
Translated version:
a thought, that hasn't reached lips,
peeks from the eyes,
it asks for some words-
sometimes from you, sometimes from me..
wearing which, it may reach lips,
and may flaunt holding the arms of voice,
but the thought that it is,
it's just, only, feeling,
as if some smell floats in the air,
smell, that is soundless,
that you know about,
and I know about,
it can't be hidden from the world either,
don't know how a secret it is..

Zinda Ho Tum – (This Shayari comes in the climax)
Dilon Mein Tum Apni Betaabiyan Leke Chal Rahe Ho, Toh Zinda Ho Tum
Nazar Mein Khwabo Ki Bijliyan Leke Chal Rahe Ho, Toh Zinda Ho Tum
Hawa Ke Jhokon Ke Jaise Aazad Rehna Seekho
Tum Ek Dariya Ke Jaise Lehron Mein Behna Seekho
Har Ek Lamhe Se Tum Milo Khole Apni Baahein
Har Ek Pal Ek Naya Samaa Dekhiye
Jo Apni Aankhon Mein Hairaniya Leke Chal Rahe Ho, Toh Zinda Ho Tum
Dilon Mein Tum Apni Betaabiyan Leke Chal Rahe Ho, Toh Zinda Ho Tum
Translated version:
If you are moving with an eagerness in your heart, then you are alive..
if you're moving with the sparks of dreams in your eyes, then you're alive..
learn to live freely like the gusts of wind,
Learn to flow in waves, like a river does..
Meet every moment with your arms open,
Every moment these eyes should watch a new weather,
If you're moving with a bewilderment in your eyes then you are alive,
If you are moving with an eagerness in your heart, then you are alive..




Reference:
Bolly Meaning
Shayarism

Tuesday, 12 July 2011

Short Story - Bad Temper

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.

The first day, the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a

scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one."

Short Story - Fleming

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to eke out a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow
and terrifying death.
The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.
"I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life."
"No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied, waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel.
"Is that your son?" the nobleman asked. "Yes," the farmer replied proudly.
"I'll make you a deal. Let me take him and give him a good education.
If the lad is anything like his father, he'll grow to a man you can be proud of."
And that he did. In time, Farmer Fleming's son graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.
Years afterward, the nobleman's son was stricken with pneumonia.
What saved him? Penicillin.
The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill.
His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill.

Short Story - Flower

A man stopped at a flower shop to order some flowers to be wired to his mother who lived two hundred miles away.
As he got out of his car he noticed a young girl sitting on the curb sobbing.
He asked her what was wrong and she replied, "I wanted to buy a red rose for my mother.
But I only have seventy-five cents, and a rose costs two dollars."
The man smiled and said, "Come on in with me. I'll buy you a rose."
He bought the little girl her rose and ordered his own mother's flowers.
As they were leaving he offered the girl a ride home.
She said, "Yes, please! You can take me to my mother."
She directed him to a cemetery, where she placed the rose on a freshly dug grave.
The man returned to the flower shop, canceled the wire order, picked up a bouquet and drove the two hundred miles to his mother's house.