Saturday, November 29, 2008

Attack On Mumbai



Its been 3 long days and I ve been glued to the television looking at the happenings in Mumbai.
One of the shocking things I ve ever seen.
Around 20 Cowards troubling the entire army of NSG commandos!
Around 3 Commandos and 50 innocent people lost their lives in the war.Rest In peace their souls.
One question I ve been asking myself for the past 72 hours is that when IIM graduates and others get so much paid for their work,why not these NSG commandos?!?They sacrifice their lives and their family and live only for the COUNTRY,Why cant the country do just ?why cant they pay these guys in lakhs?why cant they encourage more youths to join these bravehearts?
Great work Commandos!You aren't National security gaurds but you people are real Gods!

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Dad!

I took this poem from one of my friends blog!
I RATE THIS TO BE THE BEST POEM I VE EVER COME ACROSS!



Her hair up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go

But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home
Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone

But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say
What to tell her classmates, on this Daddy's Day

But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone
And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home

But the little girl went to school, eager to tell then all
About a dad she never sees, a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet
Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called, a student from the class
To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed

At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare
Each of them were searching, for a man who wasn't there

"Where's her daddy at?" she heard a boy call out
"She probably doesn't have one," another student dared to shout

And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say
"Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day."

The words did not offend her, as she smiled at her friends
And looked back at her teacher, who told her to begin

And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak
And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique

"My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away
But I know he wishes he could be with me on this day

And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know
All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so

He loved to tell me stories, he taught me to ride my bike
He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite

We used to share fudge sundaes and ice cream in a cone
And though you cannot see him, I'm not standing all alone

'Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart
I know because he told me, he'll forever be here in my heart"

With that her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest
Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress

From somewhere in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears
Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years

She stood up for the love of a man not in her life
Doing what was best for her, doing what was right

When she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd
She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud

"I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star
If he could he'd be here, but heaven's just too far

Sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away."
Then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day

To her mother's amazement, she witnessed with surprise
A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes

Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside
Perhaps for a second, they saw him at her side.

"I know you're with me Daddy," to the silence she called out...
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