chill outttt.......

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hjtl6eWhTsA

save our children... ;ogo

i hate arabian perfumes

i hate arabian perfumes...
yes... arab perfumes feels me... blood smell
heyy....... arabian perfumes..
. your smell is not enough to clean blood smell

heyy.. world ,,please keep few tears on your eyes
iam afraid to close my eyes.... why?
lttile face,, littile hand.... like my son
i want to take a strange pledge against  me?

were is our leaders? were is our social reformers?
hey .......any one hear my voice .........
mohammed, christ.
ghandji, martin, budha, mother thresa, marx..........
were is u r followers?

i hate arabian perfumes...

importance of friendship in our life

10:38pm

The Little Mice and the Big Elephants It is one of the interesting stories from the Panchatantra collection, giving the idea that a friend in need is a friend indeed. Once upon a time, a village was ruined by a strong earthquake. The houses and roads got totally damaged. The village was shattered on the whole. Due to this, the villagers were forced to leave their houses and settle somewhere else. Finding the place vacant, the mice began to live in the ruined houses. Soon their number grew into hundreds and thousands. There was a big lake located near the ruined village. A herd of elephants used to visit the lake for drinking water. This was the only way available to them, to reach the lake. On their way to the lake, the elephants crushed hundreds of mice daily under their heavy feet. By this action of the elephants, the population of the mice was affected. The problem was getting bigger and bigger day by day. In order to find a solution to this problem, the mice held a meeting. It was decided that a request should be made to the king of the elephants regarding the problem. The King Mice met the King Elephant and asked, “Sir, we live in the ruins of the village, but every time when your herd crosses the village, thousands of my subjects get crushed under the colossal feet of your herd. Kindly change your route. We promise to help you in the hour of your need, if you keep my term.” The king elephant laughed on hearing this and replied,” You mice are very small to be of any help to giants like us. But doesn’t matter, we would favor you by changing our route to reach the lake and making you safer”. The King mice thanked the king elephant and returned home. One day a group of elephant-hunters came and trapped the group of elephants in huge strong nets. The elephants struggled hard to free themselves, but all in vain. Suddenly, the king of elephants remembered the promise of the king of mice, who had talked earlier about helping the elephants when needed. He summoned one of the elephants of his herd which had not been trapped, to go and contact the king of rats. On listening to the elephant, the rat king immediately took his entire group of mice to rescue the herd. He found the elephants trapped in a thick net. The mice set themselves on the task. They nibbled the thick net at thousands of spots making it loose. The elephants broke the loose net and got free. They were grateful to the mice for their great help and became friends for ever. Moral: Sometimes a weak looking person may prove stronger than others.

make friends, make friends.. please dont bothr about thier power, some friends are weak, some friends are strong.. ok

mind blowing..........

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aOQvhV-NDpo

teacher

sir.... sir,, gudmorning.
responsibilities
but,,,  i cant give any explanation
why? studenta are waiting for you
but u still live in dreamss

spider... ruskin bond

This little spider,
His name is Paul;
He loves to crawl all over my wall.

This little spider,
His name is Bhim;
His legs are quite long,
But he doesn't swim.

Here's a third spider,
Her name is Sue;
And if she gets hungry,
She'll eat those two!

ON THE ROAD... suicide

iam standing near the road
i can"t see anything .......

suddenly.. i heared one voice
i know .. i know.. i knoww

heavy vehicles,, are passing through the road
now iam realise.. its not my time

noww.. iam waiting my callinggg
yess,, this is the time

i jumbed .... yes this is my final jumb
crashhhh........... wohhhhh

ODE TO THE SEA
By Ibrahim al-Rubaish

O sea, give me news of my loved ones.

Were it not for the chains of the faithless, I would have dived into you,
And reached my beloved family, or perished in your arms.

Your beaches are sadness, captivity, pain, and injustice.
Your bitterness eats away at my patience.

Your calm is like death, your sweeping waves are strange.
The silence that rises up from you holds treachery in its fold.

Your stillness will kill the captain if it persists,
And the navigator will drown in your waves.

Gentle, deaf, mute, ignoring, angrily storming,
You carry graves.

If the wind enrages you, your injustice is obvious.
If the wind silences you, there is just the ebb and flow.

O sea, do our chains offend you?
It is only under compulsion that we daily come and go.

Do you know our sins?
Do you understand we were cast into this gloom?

O sea, you taunt us in our captivity.
You have colluded with our enemies and you cruelly guard us.

Don’t the rocks tell you of the crimes committed in their midst?
Doesn’t Cuba, the vanquished, translate its stories for you?

You have been beside us for three years, and what have you gained?
Boats of poetry on the sea; a buried flame in a burning heart.

The poet’s words are the font of our power;
His verse is the salve for our pained hearts.

fake idenitity

every mAN HAVE A IDENTITY... BUT ITD REAL ... OR NOTTT.............. THINK....   EVERy  human beings are wear diffrent maskkk..........yesss..............   i wore a beautifull maskkk.............   








its my mind... its my soull.... but iam not gooddd.....

my favourite song

ayiram kannumayii.......... now i am hearing this song,,,,, but i cant understand anything,,,, because my mind was dead yesterday,,, now iam thinking about my life ,,,  my life is like a big drama,  ,, yess... 




now iam thinking about my children,, my parentss.....   its too boarning.....