Death of my loved one - part 1

Two years ago ,something happened in my life which changed a lot of things in my life .I was not able to sleep for some days .Everything I had in my life I lost that day . Since then ,i have seen a lot but when you loose something you loose it.

So what happened that day .?It was a good day . Little cold than usual days . I wake up in the morning .I started my computer . It showed boot error . I thought may be i forget to connect power cable or bus correctly ,so i tried again to connect hard disk . But even after trying for next half hour , i was not able to get past boot error screen.

After spending next 2 hours at my friends computer to check whether it will work there or not and doing all error checking , i realized this :" My hard -disk has crashed " . I know that it has crashed but i refused to believe it for some time . It is law of nature that all hard -disk will crash one day .Still no body thinks that this will happen to his hard -disk .

All softwares , all songs , all games gone in one second . But it was not only for them i was crying .I was crying for my 20 movies that i have stored in my hard - disk . Those movies that i have collected form various pirated CDs and friend's HD . I have stored them safely so that i will watch them when i will have time. For last one year i was collecting movies .Always collecting movies thinking that when i will get time from my studies i will watch them with my friends . But i never got time . All time that i had i spent in collecting movies ,songs ,softwares and games

And what i lost was memories . Memories of my efforts .My collection of songs and software was
something to show others . Whenever a person came to my room .,i always tried to show him all softwares i had , knowing well that he don't know what they are . My hard disk stand for what i was . Now i have lost everything .

I had more than 5000 songs . I have hardly listened half of them .Still i stored them . Why ? Because i can . Because all my friends use to store a lot of songs . I stored songs in various languages . Punjabi , garwhali , tamil ,kumaoni ,bengali etc . Why ? i used to think that one day someone will come to my room and ask me do i have song in this language .And i always wanted to have everything .

I had hundreds of softwares . Most i never used . Some i thought i will use in future .Some i had stopped using .Still i stored them as i did not want to loose them . It was junk for others but for me it was organized .I used to think that one day i will learn flash so i had all flash versions . I had adobe photoshop though i never tried learning it apart from trying to morph aishwarya rai with me .

I had thousands of wallpapers . Wallpapers i have never seen .I know that i will never see them .I will never use them for desktop .Still I stored them . They were collection for me .They stood for my ego .And with crash of my hard disk , my ego crashed .

I spent next two days crying ,thinking and dreaming about hard disk . Every body around me knows that my hard disk has crashed . I don't know how many more days i would have cried if i had not seen this dream .

(To Be Continued )

A beautiful zen story

There was a little boy living far away from in a village..He had no friends..His dad brought him a pet turtle to play with.

Soon the turtle became his best friend and soul mate. He was with the turtle whole day.

One cold morning he noticed that the turtle was not moving and had recoiled in shell whole day it dint come out. Father finally thought he was dead. The boy was devastated. Totally in shambles.

Father could not not see his little boy suffer. So devised a plan to divert his attention. Father told the son to make a big funeral for his turtle. Bring flowers , make arrangements , call people . "come on , start to work" said father.

The boy set about in the arrangements totally focused to have the best funeral possible for his turtle.

The evening came..the boy had worked very hard for the funeral .He was so excited about it. So many people ..little kid. Suddenly in the middle the turtle popped his head out! He wasn't dead at all!

The little boy stopped in his tracks looked at all the arrangements and people gathered..he was so excited. And suddenly the turtle popped his head out! Dismayed he looked at his father and said

"Papa.. can we kill it? "


Moral:

" Is it you I love, or is it the joy I get from loving you?"

a luv story

my heart was beating faster than it can . i told her " i love you ".

we both looked into each other's eyes . she was first to break silence .
she replied "i dont think so " .

i wasted no more time " you should . Think " . and left.

she remain standing there wanting words and love and proof ...