You often cross my mind

Sometimes when I feel all alone
or cross by a countryside,
When I expect an arm on my shoulder,
or someone to be on my side
YOU often cross my mind

In a blink sequential thoughts run through
You are somewhere else although

Deep feelings have found place at the bottom
forgotton moments still not forgotton
coz YOU cross my mind
A clear image peeps out of the faded picture
as the winds of memories start to blow

Downside the hill, I see the time playing like a
the image will be clearest as it will grow
This way YOU cross my mind
So from the day my all blessings and prayers are yours
my belief is these will open happy doors

Doors to a place I will like to tell
where with all comforts you will love to dwell

Blessings which will keep you healthy n fine
with a hope that YOU WILL KEEP CROSSING MY MIND

From the Diary of a Biker

There is nothing quite like the joy that comes from riding a bike. Whether its on highways , through dirt or over the rocks , biking is one of life's simple pleasures. Bikes are a way to get around the town, to relax, to have adventure , to stay happy.
I have been riding bikes since I was 12 years old. My biking journey started with hero honda Splendor, than followed Bajaj Pulsar and finally came the love of my life Royal Enfield Bullet.

Switching from pulsar to bullet was smooth except the starting part. During the initial days I was hurt a few times while starting it,but as we became intimate I learned the art.
I used to ride it everyday, even rain, wind  and darkness couldn't stop me.

There is an incident that made be fall for my bike and brought us together.
It was last year of my college life. I and my friends had got placed in top IT companies of India and wanted to enjoy the remaining time having lots of fun and adventure.
Our college was in Indore. We all had a dream to visit IIM Indore once ,before actually getting admission into it...:P
One day our college got over before time and we decided to visit IIM Indore.
We took our bikes and reached the destination in some half n hour. After trying all our ways to convince the security guard to let us in and explore the campus , we finally gave up.
But 2 of my friends had something else on their mind.After strolling outside the campus for some 5 mins they drove their bikes right through the open gate. We kept shouting but till than they rode their bikes well inside the campus.Security guard roared angrily at us and started dialing numbers from his landline phone.
After 10 mins we could hear the sound of a police siren which was slowly becoming loud.
I quickly analysed the situation and called my friends to come outside ASAP as police was coming to arrest us.
All of us sat on our bikes and waited for 2 of our friends to come outside. The people jeep was right in front of us and at the same time 2 of them came speeding outside.

We rode our bikes as speedily as possible as if it was a run for our life. I was rushing through ,at the top of all speed limits. The feeling was incredible. Gust of cool breeze flowing through my face , blowing my hair.
My mind became numb just focusing on nothing else than the endless highway and the speedometer.
It was than when I became a speed demon and adventure crazy. The feeling of floating in air, sometimes even flying, while riding my bike made me fall for it..:)

I love riding my bike because of the following reasons.
1. Thrill
2. Adventure
3. Self Reliance
4. Freedom
5. Passion
6. Speed
7. Feeling of Brotherhood
8. Cool Factor
9. Single Mindedness
10. Sensation and lastly
11. Light on pocket when compared to driving a car.


But why people love their bikes even more than their spouse or girl friend.
To get the ans I met many bikers from different runs of life,belonging to different age categories. I asked what is that reason they ride for? Why is bike the first love of their life?
Here comes the replies.

Some say that riding is the closet thing to flying. The excitement, thrill and freedom while riding is beyond description.

For lot of them riding a bike tends to focus the mind in such a way that is eliminates all other mental distractions and creates a single mindedness.Thoughts and worries about the common stresses of everyday life , such as pressures from work and home disappears from our mind during the ride.As a result mind becomes refreshed after the ride.

Biking is about being a speed demon. Cruising on highways with the rush of adrenalin when we go in full throttle ,with the wind rushing on your face is magical.So the speed and sensation is what they ride for.

Motorcyclist often feel like they belong to a big community and that sensation give them something in common.So for many the reason to ride is for the bond that they share with other bikers.

                              

Many women said that they are fed up been a pillion rider. Now they want to own a bike and fell the sensation, the adrenaline rush while riding a bike..So for experience and thrill of lifetime women ride bikes.

Riding a bike makes a person look cool..When a gal or guy walks into a restaurant with leather jacket, gloves and helmet under arm they invariably exude a swagger and sense of cool just isn't the same as rolling up in a car.  So the cool factor associated with motorcycle make them ride it.

Fuel saving at pump takes priority for some people. As bike can get more than double the fuel economy of car, it make them serious money savers.

                                                     


But there is also a  different part of this story. There are many people who carry a wrong perception about bikers. They consider them violent thugs of some gang which can harm them anytime. But this is totally a misconception. Bikers follow a code of brotherhood not only between themselves about also with others.
Here are my words on behalf of bikers all over the world for all the people who consider us wrong.

I saw you pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk
But you didn't see me playing with the kids at the local park.

I saw you stare at my long hair
But you didn't see me and my friends cut ten inches off for locks of love.

I saw you roll your eyes at our leather jackets and gloves
But you didn't see me and my fellow bikers donate the old ones to those that had none.

I saw you look in fright at my tattoos
But you didn't see the names of parents written in and out of my heart.


I saw you complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be
But you didn't care about the volume of your DVD player


I saw you change lanes while we passed by
But you didn't see that I was rushing fast so that I can be with my family.


I am just a biker with friends a family, but you didn't see me.

I have written this with the hope that people will understand the bikers and will befriend them.


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Not For Sale..Anymore

                             

Why are you sending me to Harayana with this aunty, Aami.?
I love you, Abba, Salim and Sakina very much. I want to live with you people.
Please I don't wanna go with her... cry, screams, slaps..:(
Shocking Truth : The girl was SOLD to some man in Harayana for 80k so that she can give him the Varis of his family and for her family there is enough money to feed all the mouths.

Sorry we were not able to save your child, doctors said in a voice that appeared to be full of grief.
No it can't happen , I heard my baby crying. Please doctor tell me where is my child, please..., the mother was screaming in pain...:(
We tried our best but couldn't save her ,was the only ans they had.
Frightening Truth : The child was SOLD to a rich family who couldn't have a child of their own.

                                       


I don't wanna make myself dirty. Please don't make me do this.
Earlier also it hurt me a lot, A 14 year old gal pleaded not to send a big fat Uncle in her room...:(
Horrible Truth : The gal was SOLD to a lady who runs a prostitute center,when she was just 13.


                           

                                    


Trafficking of human and their organs is the most sensitive issue of today's world.
There are thousands of mother whose baby is been sold to some1 else before she opens her eyes.
One of the most vicious act against Humanity in the world.

Lakhs of young gals forced into marriage or prostitution to keep their family line going.
It can't get more wicked than this.

                                         

Millions of people are forced into beggary and slavery...

                                     
Whenever I see a beggar with a hand, leg or to my horror eyes missing , first thing that comes to my mind is whether it is because of his misfortune or others cruel and inhuman means to earn fortune.

                                 

The most gruesome act is human organs trafficking.

                                   
Kidneys are been stolen, leaving the victim and his family suffer for the whole life...:(

                                 

If I could bring a change, than all my paths would lead to completely devastate and eradicate this
horrendous and obnoxious act of inhumanity performed by some audacious monsters and free each and every human being from this quagmire of pain and slavery.

This post is official entry for Stayfree Time To Change contest on Indiblogger.
Lets pledge that this change is not limited to this contest only and it's vibes are felt in the real world too.
We have to be vigilant and create awareness in the society. Do what all is in our control to completely root off this cruel act of inhumanity.

                                  

Together we can make a difference, we can bring a change..:)



                                           

RAHUL DRAVID "THE WALL"..

Another poetry from KJ's diary..

This one is dedicated to "THE WALL".. "RAHUL DRAVID"..

The "wall" that stood so strong and long..
Its time when his journey will last no long..

No matter how many players came and go..
He was always a "one man show"..

To break "THE WALL"..
Every bowler tried so hard..
but everytime,each effort..
Seeemed to be falling apart..

His career,his journey..
Made every indian inspire..
Whenever he arrived at the crease..
Opposition stared to perspire..

India will miss the safest pair of hand..
But its true that time is a flow of sand..
One who comes ,has to go..
But "RAHUL DRAVID" was,is and will remain "INDIA'S HERO"..:))))

KUCH PURAANI YAADE..

KJ RETURNS..:))
"KUCH PURAANI YAADE"..

Kuch puraani yaade..
Jab yaad fir se aati hai..
Dil ki har har murjhaai kali..
Fir se khil khil jaati hai..

Wo yaad jab roye thhe bin baat..
Wo yaad jab ki thhi thahako bhari baat..
Wo yaad jab kisi apne ko hasaya thha..
Wo yaad jab kuch karke bdaa maza aaya thha..

Wo yaad jab koi khaas dost mila thha pehli baar..
Wo yaad jab kisi"khaas" se hui thhi pehli pehli baat..
Wo yaad jab mehnat krke khud ko thakaya thha..
Wo yaad jab kisi ne hume "apnaa" kehkar bulaaya thha..

Kuch khaas lamhe zindagi me aate hai..
Kuch khaas lamhe zingagi se jaate hai..
Lamhe aakr chale jaae bhale hi..
Lekin yaade bnkar hmesha k liye dil me reh jaate hai..:)

Savior On Harley Davidson...

This was our 3rd consecutive trip in a row..First we had traveled to Mahabaleshwar, Khandala, Lonavala, Goa and Mumbai. Second one was to South India..
This time it was a call from the Goddess Vaishno Devi herself and no can deny her call so we packed our bags for a trip to Vaishno Devi.

                             

It was organised and financed by my Nanaji . We booked a bus as there were around 30 people ready with their packed bags. We started our journey from Indore and than it was going to be via Rajasthan , Amritsar, finally to Katra. We were enjoying a lot by playing, singing and eating that we even didn't realized when did we reach Bikaner. It took us some 13 hours to reach there.
But there was no stopping by , our next destination was Amritsar.
Some 10 hours later we were at a DHABA in Amritsar and the time was around 2 a.m .
Driver had stopped to bus to eat something and take some tea to himself awake in the night.
It was summer season so we children also got down from the bus to take some fresh air on the KHATIYAS of the dhaba. It was me and two of my elder brothers who were enjoying the cool breeze on a full moon.
The moon was shinning bright with the stars glittering like diamonds. I was amazed to see such a sight , but in no time I fell asleep as we were continuously traveling for last 24 hours and were very much tired and exhausted.

In the morning when I got up, I saw myself sleeping on the Khatiya with none of my family members around.
It was like a bolt from the blue. I was only 14 at that time and was not that strong mentally. Feeling very lonely and scared I asked the Thabe wala where did the bus that stopped around 2 a.m in the night had gone?.
He told that it went away in the night itself. "Were you from that bus", he inquired.
Yes I was from that bus only and we just got down to have some cool breeze as it was hot inside.
Me and my brothers were watching the moon and the sky full of sparkling stars, but than I fell asleep. It was dark and everyone was half asleep, so I think they forgot to wake me up before boarding the bus.

At that time I didn't had a mobile, also I didn't remember my Nanaji's no who alone was carrying a mobile on the trip.
I started crying like a child , when a man in his 30's came near me and asked me what happened?.
We was wearing a black leather jacket with a skull printed T shirt inside.
Levis jeans with leather boots to top up. Sunglasses, helmet and a french beard completed the look.
He seemed like a biker to me.
I told him everything , but than rather asking for help I asked him whether he was a biker?

With a nod in yes he showed me his bike which was parked at the roadside. WOW man...I didn't believe my eyes. It was HARLEY DAVIDSON. I was very crazy about bikes from 5th class itself. Infact I had tried my hands on Royal Enfield also.

I actually forgot that I was lost and anything can happen to me the next very moment . What I was looking forward to now was a ride on Harley Davidson.
I asked him whether I can ride his bike and I would take only a small turn and come back.

He laughed on my questions and told me ,"little champ it will be Harley Davidson all the way now".
Next he introduced himself.
Hi, I am Rajiv Rathore, Architect by profession and a biker by passion. Thrice in a year I take leave from my work and travel to different parts of India on my Harley. Fortunately this time my destination is also Vaishno Devi.
I will definitely help you, so trust me ,we will reach there sound and safe.

I told him about my craziness for bikes and how I also wanted to become a biker and purchase a Harley Davidson someday.

He was impressed by my knowledge about bikes. There were lot of amazing experiences he had while traveling on bike and it was so much fun listening to them. He also told me how crazy he was for bikes at my age and fantasied in the same way for Harley Davidson as I did now.

I have to contact your parents as soon as possible because they might me madly worrying about you.
Do you remember which company's sim did your nanaji had.
Yes I do, its BSNL, i affirmed.

We went to the BSNL office which was situated in Amritsar city and told them about my plight.
I gave them the details about Nanaji, his name and address mainly.
As nanaji lived in a small town called Neemuch it was easy for them to locate his no.
Within half an hour they found the no and contacted him.
Rajiv told him about himself and that I was safe and sound, so they need not worry.
He also told him that he too was travelling to Vaishno Devi so he will drop me there.

It was 10 in the morning and the bus had reached Katra( base camp for Vaishno Devi) at 8 only.
All were very much tensed and worried when they got down at Katra but couldn't find me.
My mother was weeping like anything, but got appeased on listening to my voice.

Katra was only 180km from Amritsar so it was just a 4 hours journey for us.
I really enjoyed Rajiv's company, the ride on Harley , but it was those breathtaking experiences which he had on his bike trips to different parts of India which frenzied me.
He was by far the most amazing and interesting person whom I had met on my travel to different parts of India.

We reached Katra at 2 p.m. where everyone was waiting for me.

My mom hugged me tightly and became very emotional. She also slapped me lightly because of been so irresponsible and careless.

I was very happy to see everyone again as if I was meeting them after ages.

Also I was glad to have a ride of my life on Harley Davidson and find a biker friend like those we have seen in Hollywood flicks.

Today I am 23 and I have my own Royal Enfield Thunderbird.

                            

I also have my biker group "The Titans". We have a bike trip once in a year to any place within India.

It's awesome fun , thrill ,with many mind blowing experiences.

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Singoli, A place where I reconnected with my roots..

This time we were not going to any hill station or a national park or any pilgrimage place for our summer holidays. I was done with my 10th board exams and anxiously waiting for a trip of a life time. There was lot of excitement as few months back there was a foreign trip on cards. But this was not my chance as Mom and Dad unanimously decided to visit our relatives at Singoli the Birth place of my Nanaji.

                           

Singoli is a small village which comes under Neemuch District in Madhya Pradesh.

I has a population of 20,000 and a literacy rate of 60%. It is the biggest producer of limestone in India.

We were going to stay with Nanaji's Brother Nathul Lasod who lived there with his wife for past 50 years. Their only son lived in Mumbai with his family and used to visit them twice in a year. They lived in a house which was more like a Kothi built about 70 years ago by Nanaji's Father Mr Ramlal Lasod .They also had a farm which was some 10,000 square feet and was the source of earning their lively hood.

I was 16 at that time and was at the peak of my adolescence.I was a party lover and enjoyed hanging out with my friends at discs, pubs or lounges. Going to a village and staying there seemed to be a nightmare for me.

I was really pissed off as I had no clue of how will I even sustain the ambiance of a village for even a single day.

It was decided that we will leave for Singoli on 22nd of March, a day after completion of my 10th exams.

All were busy with their packing ,specially me, as I wanted to take all the gadgets, gizmos and other stuff I had for making my survival possible, I was behaving in a manner as if I was going to be a contestant of Survivor India. 

We started at 10 in the morning and reached there by 6 in the eve..I thoroughly enjoyed driving the Car at a speed of 130-150 on the high way as it seemed to be the last exciting thing left on the world to me.

When we entered the village everything looked messy and obsolete to me. The lanes were narrow, houses looked like they were built in 18th century and people had no sense of fashion and hygiene..

Finally after 1 hour of crazy horn blowing , frustration and agitation we finally reached the so called Kothi of Mr Nathulal Lasod.

                             

They were waiting for us anxiously. As we got down they welcomed us whole heartily.

It had been years after I meet them so couldn't recall their face.

There house was very big and looked more like a historical monument which hasn't been white washed from ages. There were no marble flooring and furniture appeared to be of Akbar's time.

They showed us our rooms and told us to get fresh as dinner was ready.

Our room had nothing to be happy about as it was as old fashioned as the house.

I was reluctant to take dinner so early as it was only 6:30 pm.

Everything which was there around pissed me off and I told dad to run away from here as soon as possible, may be by tomorrow itself.

Unfortunately Mr Nathulal Lasod also came at the same time inviting us for dinner.

He had listened to what all I said, but very calmly he came near me and politely said, " I know you are a kid of city and you are not habitual of living in such ambiance , but believe me you will have the time of your life ,if you follow my words for this complete week.

I was so embarrassed that I didn't knew what to say and agreed to whatever he said.

After having dinner, as everyone was very tired, especially me , we decided to sleep.

****I used to call Mr Nathulal ji, Chote Nanaji as he was younger brother of  Nanaji. So from now onward I would be referring to him as Chote Nanaji only.****

As we were going to our rooms Chote Nanaji told me to that we had to go somewhere at 5 in the morning as he had some surprises planned for me and told not to worry as he will wake me up in time.

OMG 5 in the morning , I don't remember if I did woke up anytime before 7 in my life.

Anyways I went to bed at 10 and waited for the next morning to know about the surprises.

"Ankit wake up beta, Chote Nanaji is calling you", said Mom.

Why these people get up so early, i felt very irritated as I was about to hug Irina Shayk at the Crane Beach of Barbados...:P

        

  

I asked him where were we going and now he should reveal the surprise, but he told me to follow him and wait for the right time.

When we came across a farm he told me that it was there's and they grew different vegetables like ladyfinger, Cucumbers, green onions and also pulses and cereals.

It was before dawn and the crops appeared dancing with the cool breeze.

The panorama was beautiful and so natural.

We have to get to the top of that hill which appears at the other side of this farm, affirmed he.

I was gasping for air as the path to the top was not easy and it took all my stamina to even stand still.

Come on my boy we have almost made it, exclaimed he. I could see a 60 year old standing at the top and motivating a 16 year young champ to take those remaining steps.

That day it was very much clear , why my Nani used to say that people in villages have tremendous stamina and that it was all because they loved nature and were very close to it in all aspects. They are very well connected with their roots.

                                   

When I reached top I was completely tired and out of my senses, but suddenly a gust of cool breeze touched my face, blowing my hair. What I saw next was phenomenal, tiny extravagant shades of orange and pink appeared in the sky. Shortly after a fiery ball enhancement started to make it's way beyond the mountain ranges at a distance. Sky was filled with colours of unexplainable magnificence that had no known name. I felt like I am on top of the world with nature charming me with all it's elements.

                                     

Chote Nanaji asked me how was I feeling like, but my ego came in middle and I deceived him by saying that it was okay. Next we started with Yoga. He told me about different asanas and exercises which kept him fit and healthy and I followed him. 

It was 8 and we were finished with the first task of the day. Next we headed towards home as it was time for breakfast. But for me it was time for defecation as I could feel the pressure intensify.

Most of the times we used to curse God for the indigestion problem and take lot of medicines just to have a smooth process of defecation. But today I was actually cursing myself for being so dependent on medicines and keeping away from the benefits of being natural.

But there was a problem, where to defecate..??, as I could see no Sulabh Shauchalaya there. I asked Chote Nana for help. He told me there is a small lake which flows near to their farm and I can easily become HALKA there..:P

Was he telling me to defecate in open in front of all, in open??... I was feeling so embarrassed but had no other option.

When we reached the Lake I quickly found a big rock behind where I could hide myself, well there are  many other things you can do behind a big rock, but this time I was alone and in lot of hurry..:P

The place I choose had the water stream just flowing at a hand's distance. Man I had the best defecate of my life .Lolzz i am describing this also but can't help..:P

After I was done we headed towards our home as Garam Garam breakfast was waiting for us.

After we were done with filling the hungry stomach, I was feeling desperately to take a shower as my complete body was stinging and sweating.

But there was another plan which Chote Nanaji had in queue.

We will go to a nearby river side which is just 10km away from here and don’t worry this time we will go on my bike, he chuckled.

We were accompanied my father also.

When we reached the spot there was no crowd there. C Nanaji told us that this place was rarely known to the people. In no time he climbed up a rock which was 20 feet high and made a dive in the water. 

                         

Wow, that’s super cool I thought and tried myself too. I was feeling a bit nervous as 20 feet was not a small height, but then I made my move and went straight into the water. I could see small fishes passing by my ear, it was a breath taking moment for me, so natural and wonderful.

                                     

After doing different somersaults and relaxing in the free flowing water for some 2 hours we finally headed back home.

It was already 12 and lunch was at our disposition.

Dal Batti with a lot of pure ghee glued me to it. I loved having a lot of ghee in my food and this time I got exactly the same. I ate like a vociferous hungry boy.

We generally used to eat with spoons but this time we used only hands, and I bet food tastes more delicious when we use hands rather than spoons or knifes.

                          

Now it was time to sleep. Though my complete body was aching ,it was nothing in comparison to the marvellous confrontation with the natural beauty that I had today.
I know there was more in store for me, so I wanted to take a sound 2 hours sleep to refresh myself and be ready for them.

Clock struck 5 and it was time to wake up. So what’s next, I enquired.

I am going to Shyamlal’s shop as I have to buy some household goods, are u coming with me, asked C Nanaji.

Sure I said without any delay. There was a big chaat centre near to his shop where farmers and other working people used to sit and chit chat.

People used to discuss there personal as well busniess problems.

I was amazed so see the feeling of brotherhood they shared and the determination to solve others problem whether it was big or small.

After some time on the road side I saw few children playing Gilli-Danda.

                         

I kept watching them for some 15 mins and couldn't stop from asking them to include me also.

I had played it when I was 5, but after that I didn’t had a chance to try my hand on such traditional Indian sports. I was lucky after 11 years and didn’t want to miss a single min of it. In no time 1 hour passed, but now we had to go back home as dinner was about to be served.

This time it was Puran Puri that made me go crazy. Puran puri is a delicious sweetmeat which is made of jiggery and this too is eaten using lot of ghee.

                       

I eat till my stomach was about to explode. After dinner was over we went for a short walk. It was dark everywhere and also the roads were vacant as people usually sleep around 9 there.

Chote Nanaji took us to a temple which was some 200 years old and had an 8 feet big idol of Lord Shiva. It was a small temple but had a beautiful artwork.

After taking the blessings he headed back to home.

We sat together in the dining room for having general talks, like how was life going on, what’s new at our part and blah blah.....

Topic of discussion was now moved to the recent movies which were released and reviews about them. I recently saw Raj which was a horror movie. When I finished describing it, Naniji started narrating different incidents of ghosts and spirits she knew. It was really fun listening to those incidents, but what I enjoyed the most was her expressions and tone modulation while narrating an incident.

After some time everyone started feeling sleepy, so we went to our respective rooms to have a good night sleep.

Next day was scheduled for FARMVILLE, well not the Farmville which we play on FB but working on an actual farm.

                         

It was harvest time so we had to manually cut the rice crop using the Sickle.

Sickle is a hand held agricultural tool which has a curved blade. I had seen in movies that sickle was mainly used to kill a person, this time though it was put to right use by me.

After we were done with harvesting it was time to head back to home as I was feeling damn hungry and wanted to take Lunch as soon as possible.

This time it was Bhindi ,Curi and Pullav, a perfect combination for lunch ,as they were all my favourite.

After Lunch Dad told us that he got an urgent call from office and we have to leave in an hour or so. I was very much disappointed as we had planned for a week but had to leave in just 2 days. I had started loving the place, it’s people, the ambience , desi food and above all my amazing confrontation with nature and its beautiful elements which are always going to stay in my unforgettable memoirs.

It was also time to keep aside the useless ego and confess the truth to Chote Nanaji.

I wanted to tell him how much I loved his company, the surprises he planned for me and all the efforts made by him to make me reconnect with our Indian traditions and mainly to the supreme and kind nature.

When we were about to leave, it went in front of him, touched his feet and than hugged him with tears flowing down my eyes. I can hear the sobbing sound too, means he too was crying. He told me that he missed his son the most and he found a glimpse of him in me. I apologized to him for my attitude and rude behavior. I was feeling very guilty for bringing ego in between relationships specially when the other person considered you as his son.

Chote Nanaji had also taught me a lesson ,which otherwise comes after paying a heavy price. i.e. to always remain connected to roots in all the cases either it is about your health or relationships.

Well it was time to leave but I was feeling more lonely and sad than him. I was cursing his son for leaving parents like them alone ,who cared for him more than themselves and living with someone whom he had meet just few years back.

Parents are given a place above God. They refrain themselves from the joy of many worldly pleasures only to make them available for you.They suffer only to see you grow happy and sound. But when u get married and have a new family , never forget that family from where you are evolved...your loving parents..

They deserve lots of love , respect and care from you ,when they grow old.

Never do the crime to leave them alone, suffering.. Give them all u have..:)

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