Mom You Are Awesome

Letter from a newly married girl to her mother
Dear Maa
Like every normal girl, I was excited about
marriage right from my childhood days.. I never
thought beyond the time that I would spend
happily with my prince charming..
But today when I am married, I realize that
marriage is not all roses. It’s not just about
being with your beloved and having a gala time..
There is so much more to it. It comes with its
own share of responsibilities, duties, sacrifices
and compromises..
I can’t wake up anytime I want to. I am
expected to be up and ready before everyone
else in the family..
I can’t laze around in my pyjamas throughout
the day. I am expected to be presentable every
time..
I can’t just go out anytime I want to. I am
expected to be sensitive to the needs of the
family..
I just can’t hit the bed anytime I want to. I am
expected to be active and around the family..
I can’t expect to be treated like a princess but
am supposed to take care of everyone else in the
family. And then I think to myself, ‘why did I get
married at all?’ I was happier with you, mom..
Sometimes I think of coming back to you and
getting pampered again. I want to come home to
my favorite food cooked by you every evening
after a nice outing with friends. I want to sleep
on your laps like I have no worry in this world.
But then I suddenly realize, had you not got
married and made such sacrifices in your life, I
wouldn’t have had so many wonderful memories
to hang on to. And suddenly, the purpose of all
this becomes clear- to return the same comfort,
peace and happiness to my new family that I got
from you. And I am sure that as time would
pass, I would start loving this life equally as you
do. Thank you mom for all the sacrifices and
compromises you made. They give me the
strength to do the same.
Love you Mumma

SAVE THE INDIAN RUPEE...... SAVE OUR INDIA............

SAVE THE INDIAN RUPEE
YOU CAN MAKE A HUGE DIFFERENCE TO THE INDIAN ECONOMY BY FOLLOWING FEW
SIMPLE STEPS:-

Please spare a couple of minutes here for the sake of India .

I got this article from one of my friends, but it's true. I can see
this inday to day life.

Here's a small example:-

Before 12 months 1 US $ = INR Rs 39
After 12 months,  1 $ = INR Rs 52.73
After 24 months  1 $ = INR Rs 58.75
After 36 months now 1 $ = INR Rs 67.72

Do you think US Economy is booming? No, but Indian Economy is Going Down.

Our economy is in your hands....
INDIAN economy is in a crisis. Our country like many other ASIAN
countries, is undergoing a severe economic crunch. Many INDIAN
industries are closing down. The INDIAN economy is in a crisis and if
we do not take proper steps to control those, we will be in a critical
situation.

More than 30,000 crore rupees of foreign exchange are being siphoned
out of our country on products such as cosmetics, snacks, tea,
beverages, etc... which are grown, produced and consumed here.

A cold drink that costs only 70 / 80 paise to produce, is sold for
Rs.9 and a major chunk of profits from these are sent abroad. This is
a serious drain on INDIAN economy.

We have nothing against Multinational companies, but to protect our
own interest we request everybody to use INDIAN products only at least
for the next two years. With the rise in petrol prices, if we do not
do this, the Rupee will devalue further and we will end up paying much
more for the same products in the near future.

What you can do about it?

1. Buy only products manufactured by WHOLLY INDIAN COMPANIES.
2. ENROLL as many people as possible for this cause.....

Each individual should become a leader for this awareness. This is the
only way to save our country from severe economic crisis. You don't
need to give-up your lifestyle. You just need to choose an alternate
product.

All categories of products are available from WHOLLY INDIAN COMPANIES.

LIST OF PRODUCTS

COLD DRINKS:-

DRINK LEMON JUICE, FRESH FRUIT JUICES, CHILLED LASSI (SWEET OR SOUR),
BUTTER MILK, COCONUT WATER, JAL JEERA, ENERJEE, and MASALA MILK...

INSTEAD OF COCA COLA, PEPSI, LIMCA, MIRINDA, SPRITE

BATHING SOAP:-
USE CINTHOL & OTHER GODREJ BRANDS, SANTOOR, WIPRO SHIKAKAI, MYSORE
SANDAL, MARGO, NEEM, EVITA, MEDIMIX, GANGA , NIRMA BATH & CHANDRIKA

INSTEAD OF LUX, LIFEBUOY, REXONA, LIRIL, DOVE, PEARS, HAMAM, LESANCY,
CAMAY, PALMOLIVE

TOOTH PASTE:-
USE NEEM, BABOOL, PROMISE, VICO VAJRADANTI, PRUDENT, DABUR PRODUCTS, MISWAK

INSTEAD OF COLGATE, CLOSE UP, PEPSODENT, CIBACA, FORHANS, MENTADENT.

TOOTH BRUSH: -
USE PRUDENT, AJANTA , PROMISE

INSTEAD OF COLGATE, CLOSE UP, PEPSODENT, FORHANS, ORAL-B

SHAVING CREAM:-
USE GODREJ, EMAMI

INSTEAD OF PALMOLIVE, OLD SPICE, GILLETE

BLADE:-
USE SUPERMAX, TOPAZ, LAZER, ASHOKA

INSTEAD OF SEVEN-O -CLOCK, 365, GILLETTE

TALCUM POWDER:-
USE SANTOOR, GOKUL, CINTHOL, WIPRO BABY POWDER, BOROPLUS

INSTEAD OF PONDS, OLD SPICE, JOHNSON'S BABY POWDER, SHOWER TO SHOWER

MILK POWDER:-
USE INDIANA, AMUL, AMULYA

INSTEAD OF ANIKSPRAY, MILKANA, EVERYDAY MILK, MILKMAID.

SHAMPOO:-
USE LAKME, NIRMA, VELVETTE

INSTEAD OF HALO, ALL CLEAR, NYLE, SUNSILK, HEAD AND SHOULDERS, PANTENE

MOBILE CONNECTIONS:-
USE BSNL, AIRTEL

INSTEAD OF HUTCH

Food Items:-
Eat Tandoori chicken, Vada Pav, Idli, Dosa, Puri, Uppuma

INSTEAD OF KFC, MACDONALD'S, PIZZA HUT, A&W

Every INDIANproduct you buy makes a big difference. It saves INDIA .
Let us take a firm decision today.

BUY INDIAN TO BE INDIAN - We are not against of foreign products.

WE ARE NOT ANTI-MULTINATIONAL. WE ARE TRYING TO SAVE OUR NATION. EVERY
DAY IS A STRUGGLE FOR A REAL FREEDOM. WE ACHIEVED OUR INDEPENDENCE
AFTER LOSING MANY LIVES.
THEY DIED PAINFULLY TO ENSURE THAT WE LIVE PEACEFULLY. THE CURRENT
TREND IS VERY THREATENING.

MULTINATIONALS CALL IT GLOBALIZATION OF INDIAN ECONOMY. FOR INDIANS
LIKE YOU AND ME, IT IS RE-COLONIZATION OF INDIA . THE COLONIST'S LEFT
INDIA THEN. BUT THIS TIME, THEY WILL MAKE SURE THEY DON'T MAKE ANY
MISTAKES.

WHO WOULD LIKE TO LET A "GOOSE THAT LAYS GOLDEN EGGS" SLIP AWAY?

PLEASE REMEMBER: POLITICAL FREEDOM IS USELESS WITHOUT ECONOMIC INDEPENDENCE

RUSSIA , S.KOREA , MEXICO - THE LIST IS VERY LONG!! LET US LEARN FROM
THEIR EXPERIENCE AND FROM OUR HISTORY. LET US DO THE DUTY OF EVERY
TRUE INDIAN.

FINALLY, IT'S OBVIOUS THAT YOU CAN'T GIVE UP ALL OF THE ITEMS
MENTIONED ABOVE. SO GIVE UP AT LEAST ONE ITEM FOR THE SAKE OF OUR
COUNTRY!

We would be sending useless forwards to our friends daily. Instead,
please forward this mail to all your friends to create awareness.

"LITTLE DROPS MAKE A GREAT OCEAN ."

Heart Breaking ImAge By an Iraqi Artist Taken in an Orphanage.

Heart Breaking  ImAge By an Iraqi Artist Taken in an Orphanage..
This little GiRl has never seen her Mother, So she DreW a MoM On The Ground and fell sleep wid her..


Apreciate wat u have,since u dnt knw wat u have got until its taken away From U......
Thats Wen its Too LaTe.....

A STUPID EMPLOYEE

For all Employees...

All of you who have seen the movie "A Wednesday".. will love these rephrased Naseerudin Shah Dialogue’s...

Manager:- Kaun ho tum..??? Kya pehchan hai tumhari ?

Unknown Employee: Kaun hoon main..!!! Mein woh hu jo aaj committment karne se darta hai, Main woh hoon jo aaj ghar jaane se darta hai, Yeh soch ke kahin ghar wale pehchaan ne se inkar na kar de...

Main woh hoon jo, Aaj job change karta hai to sochta hai ki kahin recession mein mujhe company se naa nikal de..

Main woh hoon jiski biwi use roz 10 bar phone karti hai, "kya kar rahe ho..?? kaam jyada hai..?? thak gaye ho..?? "
Mera haal poochhne ke liye ya kaam poochhne ke liye nahi,.. Balki woh yeh jaananaa chahti hai ki... Mein field mein kaam kar raha hun ya pressure mein aakar kahin baithkar daru pee raha hun...

Main woh hoon jo breakfast ke time pe dinner karta hai, lunch time pe breakfast karta hai, dinner ke time pe lunch karta hai.. woh bhi time mil jaye to...

Main woh hoon jo aksar phasta hain.. Kabhi Interviews ke sawaal me phasta hai , Kabhi Badi companiyon ke jaal me phasta hai, kabhi boss ke bawaal me fasta hai.

Walk-In interview ki bheed to dekhi hogi aapne... Uss bheed me se koi bhi chehra chun lijie.. Main woh hoon..

I'm the….. JUST A STUPID EMPLOYEE...!!!

The Most Beautiful Flower

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to
read.
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old
willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all
tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted
down.
And said with great excitement, "Look what I
found!"
In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful
sight,
With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or
too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off
to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.
But instead of retreating he sat next to my side.
And placed the flower to his nose and declared
with overacted surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."
The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never
leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just
what I need."
But instead of him placing the flower in my
hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first
time.
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was
blind.
I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun.
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
"You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off
to play,
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.
I sat there and wondered how he managed to
see.
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow
tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with
true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could
see.
The problem was not with the world; the
problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been
blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life,
And appreciate every second that's mine.
And then I held that wilted flower up to my
nose.
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful
rose.
And smiled as I watched that young boy,
Another weed in his hand,
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old
man.