Sunday, November 29, 2009
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By ISB&M ites
You have no idea that how much it pains when someone’s heart shatters. The heart melts like the burning candle, which gives light to its loved one but slowly looses herself. It hurts so hard that the agony of pain smashes the person to weep.
My friend loved his Juliet very much. The glimpse of her stunning beautiful eyes would fly him to skies. Her gorgeous smile was enough to quench his thirst and hunger. She was the princess of his dreams. Her voice showered snowfall in the desert. Her touch turned the polar Eskimo to feel the warmth of the African jungles. It seems he waited for decades of life imprisonment to achieve her.
But the Juliet was unaware of the idiot lover. She enjoyed his love but never understood the source of love. He enjoyed the soul to soul communication and so never talked about his deep-rooted love.
Meanwhile the fellow saw his love with some other guy. He tried to blur away his eyes, but they failed to do so. The roses of love tried to frown. He tried to give himself a chance but he couldn’t run away from the reality.
His mountain of love started melting like the glaciers of ice. He tried to stop it, but the shinning sun enjoyed it. He then tried to stay away from his love but the sparkling memories didn’t let his heart stop beating for the unexpressed love.
Sorry guys couldn’t write further, getting emotional....
Understand your true love. Know the “IF only” person of your life. Very few people get the chance of achieving their true love. Make it whenever it knocks to your heart. And don’t give chance to anyone to write another broken heart story.
Love,
Chetankumar
Sec-B
ISB&M, Nande
To read the earlier stories written by me click here :
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
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By ISB&M ites
He is a true lover of you. He will simply go against the world to fulfil your wishes, before they arise. You ask him a glass of water; you will find a glass of juice. He will be always with you, whenever you need him, no matter how busy he is. Your smile quenches his thirst for love. You may be sleeping in your dreamland, but you never know that you are a dream for someone else. To let the stars come in your dreams, he may be holding the scorchy sun in his gentle caring hands.
Be careful and analyse who is your true friend??? Many people fail to recognize their true friends. Because some friends lack in expressing themselves.
Love,
Chetankumar
Section B
Friday, November 06, 2009
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By ISB&M ites
A person questioned me: "I cannot study, because whenever I sit for study, I start thinking of her, what should I do?"
I answered: "If you really want her also to see you, then you study"
Love,
Chetan Chandak
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
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By ISB&M ites
Friends enjoy this Short story!!!
“I urgently need a girlfriend” a man said.
I said “What????”
Man replied “Yes, you have heard it right gentleman, I need a girlfriend, either now or never”
I questioned “But, why are you so desperate?”
Man: “I have done everything in my life, travelled across the world, enjoyed the best scenery beauty, all the expensive drinks, spent money on lavishing food, clothing. But I still feel that something is missing in my life.”
I inquired “Do you that this is the only thing left in your life?”
Man: “Yes, Yes and Yes…. My friends have their one and I do want a one. To be in society I need to have a girlfriend, otherwise what people will think of me?”
I answered, “Do you really think those people are actually happy or they just imitate to be happy. Observe carefully, you may restrict your area of happiness to a single person. Look towards your career goals. Aren’t they going to be affected by a single girl coming to your life. I remind you that you are actually asking to play the blind dart game. That’s why love is actually said that it is blind.”
Man: “So what should I do my friend?”
I consulted “Leave your desperation. Have patience. Be passionate towards your goals; and time will come such that your soul mate herself will come towards you, instead you running behind her”
Love,
Chetankumar Chandak
Section B
To read the earlier story click here : http://isbmnande.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-from-hell-to-heaven-v1.0.html
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
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By ISB&M ites
Hi friends I am writing a new story(original story written by me). The name of the person, about whom the story revolves will be revealed later. This is the Version 1. Will soon upload rest from time to time. Do write comments. Your mail will be appreciated at
chandakchetan@yahoo.com http://www.chandakchetan.blogspot.com/Life From Hell to HeavenOnce upon a time there lived a very silent, reserved, quite and unrevealed person. Talking to strangers was nightmare for him. His life was based on the principle of celebrating silence. He had big dreams but always found situations around him to attack him and melt his mountain of dreams to scattered river flowing unwillingly to unknown direction. He always found quite difficult to mix up with the surroundings. His rage was on his tip of his nose, which his father always said it. His friends used his temper to entertain themselves. He always supported the truth, but unfortunately it didn’t support him.
He never found support nor from his parents nor from his external environment. And so he always lived an aloof life. He had big dreams, but always scratched by his parents, because he found himself to be born in an uneducated family. His father was a cold blooded. He knew only monetary business and never understood the emotion business. His annoyed father never had any expectations from the snobbish son, but found his daughter to be a fruitful asset. This was because of his superstitious belief he carried that when his brute son was born, he found his business in downturn; and it was only when the daughter was born, he found his business touching to horizon. His irrational belief of astrology made him to renovate his house and office every year in a belief that something good will happen.
This is the time when he was class in his class 3rd. He started talking to a girl called Ruchi. For the first time he started sharing his lunch and that too with a girl. She was his first crush. Her voice glittered on his ear drums. He use to feel excited, energetic and enthusiastic, whenever he use to see his face. He use to keenly observe her when her mother came to pick her up on a kinetic. Knowingly or unknowingly he suppressed his feelings for her. He was disheartened by his friend Rehan, who also started joining the lunch. He was more lowered when he came to know that the friend in the mask, was also trying to conquer his silent love. The boy never talked to her except during the lunch. Soon the story came to an end when her beloved had left the school after a year.
This is the time when he was class in his class 6th. This was the first time he learnt how to laugh. This credit goes to his friends Prasad and Vipul. He was one of the reserved student who never talked or laughed throughout his life, who never went to collect his annual report card because he was afraid that his teacher would individually talk to him, which she couldn’t do in the classroom. His teachers use to complain his parents that the child never talks. He was made to sit with Prasad and Vipul, the most notorious students of the school. Every lecture had symphony of jokes, laughs and crackles. The teacher had to be forced to point him to remain silent, because the other two crackers were expert to find the exit gate, while he was the new participant in the 3 musketeer’s gang.
Will continue...
Love
Chetan
