On a casual note... LESSONS OF LIFE -Enjoy it's every Moment !!!

[qorax]

How many of u have seen this movie?


Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHCJGc9kw2s

If not, see it now !

Why?
1. Great family movie, with a message, especially for us [immigrants in Canada];
2. Neatly made with a good cast - and enacted so well by each protagonist;
3. Ice Hockey? -Any takers beyond the North Americas? -See the movie to understand;
4. Notwithstanding our own team in the American Hockey, if few of our kids [constantly] play for the Prime Teams, we'd know "we have Arrived, here"!
5. The movie gives us a hope - that tomorrow could definitely be ours, here;
6. Hollywood in Bollywood's cultural backdrop - Amazing!
7. Try & see the English version [not Speedy Singh - it's Hindi version], feels way better [I saw both];
8. Trucking - sure looks to be our main forte here. There r many [actual] success stories too;
9. There's Russell Peters - how can u miss the movie then?
10. Two awesome songs... see below:

a) Ne Aaja Veh
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lfKTgZgCPlE

b) Shera di kaum Punjabi
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gcL5DlSjrLs

Wanna more ?
Qorax

[canlove]

How many of u have seen this movie?


Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHCJGc9kw2s

If not, see it now !

Why?
1. Great family movie, with a message, especially for us [immigrants in Canada];
2. Neatly made with a good cast - and enacted so well by each protagonist;
3. Ice Hockey? -Any takers beyond the North Americas? -See the movie to understand;
4. Notwithstanding our own team in the American Hockey, if few of our kids [constantly] play for the Prime Teams, we'd know "we have Arrived, here"!
5. The movie gives us a hope - that tomorrow could definitely ours, here;
6. Hollywood in Bollywood's cultural backdrop - Amazing!
7. Try & see the English version [not Speedy Singh - it's Hindi version], feels way better [I saw both];
8. Trucking - sure looks to be our main forte here. There r many [actual] success stories too;
9. There's Russell Peters - how can u miss the movie then?
10. Two awesome songs... see below:

I just love this movie.

[cocknbull]

How many of u have seen this movie?


Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHCJGc9kw2s

If not, see it now !

Why?
1. Great family movie, with a message, especially for us [immigrants in Canada];
2. Neatly made with a good cast - and enacted so well by each protagonist;
3. Ice Hockey? -Any takers beyond the North Americas? -See the movie to understand;
4. Notwithstanding our own team in the American Hockey, if few of our kids [constantly] play for the Prime Teams, we'd know "we have Arrived, here"!
5. The movie gives us a hope - that tomorrow could definitely ours, here;
6. Hollywood in Bollywood's cultural backdrop - Amazing!
7. Try & see the English version [not Speedy Singh - it's Hindi version], feels way better [I saw both];
8. Trucking - sure looks to be our main forte here. There r many [actual] success stories too;
9. There's Russell Peters - how can u miss the movie then?
10. Two awesome songs... see below:

a) Ne Aaja Veh
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lfKTgZgCPlE

b) Shera di kaum Punjabi
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gcL5DlSjrLs

Wanna more ?
Qorax

Yes please tell more...thanks

[deba_avik]

There was a farmer who grew award-winning corn. Each year he entered his corn in the state fair where it won a blue ribbon...

One year a newspaper reporter interviewed him and learned something interesting about how he grew it. The reporter discovered that the farmer shared his seed corn with his neighbors.

"How can you afford to share your best seed corn with your neighbors when they are entering corn in competition with yours each year?" the reporter asked.

"Why sir," said the farmer, "didn't you know? The wind picks up pollen from the ripening corn and swirls it from field to field. If my neighbors grow inferior corn, cross-pollination will steadily degrade the quality of my corn. If I am to grow good corn, I must help my neighbors grow good corn."

He is very much aware of the connectedness of life. His corn cannot improve unless his neighbor's corn also improves.

So it is in other dimensions. Those who choose to be at peace must help their neighbors to be at peace. Those who choose to live well must help others to live well, for the value of a life is measured by the lives it touches. And those who choose to be happy must help others to find happiness for the welfare of each is bound up with the welfare of all

I advocate this....+1 friend.

[canlove]

Yes please tell more...thanks

To know more please watch this movie.

[sukh420]

How many of u have seen this movie?


Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHCJGc9kw2s

If not, see it now !

Why?
1. Great family movie, with a message, especially for us [immigrants in Canada];
2. Neatly made with a good cast - and enacted so well by each protagonist;
3. Ice Hockey? -Any takers beyond the North Americas? -See the movie to understand;
4. Notwithstanding our own team in the American Hockey, if few of our kids [constantly] play for the Prime Teams, we'd know "we have Arrived, here"!
5. The movie gives us a hope - that tomorrow could definitely be ours, here;
6. Hollywood in Bollywood's cultural backdrop - Amazing!
7. Try & see the English version [not Speedy Singh - it's Hindi version], feels way better [I saw both];
8. Trucking - sure looks to be our main forte here. There r many [actual] success stories too;
9. There's Russell Peters - how can u miss the movie then?
10. Two awesome songs... see below:

a) Ne Aaja Veh
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lfKTgZgCPlE

b) Shera di kaum Punjabi
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gcL5DlSjrLs

Wanna more ?
Qorax

Thanks Qorax Bhaji. It's an awesome movie !  +1

  ⎝⏠⏝⏠⎠⎝⏠⏝⏠⎠⎝⏠⏝⏠⎠⎝⏠⏝⏠⎠⎝⏠⏝⏠⎠⎝⏠⏝⏠⎠⎝⏠⏝⏠⎠

[a]

                                        LoVe
>
> My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature,
> and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.
> Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would
> have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving
> him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.
>
> I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a
> relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments,
> like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete
opposite,
> his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments
into
> our
> marriage has disheartened me about love.
>
> One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a
divorce.
> "Why?" he asked, shocked.  "I am tired, there are no reasons for
> everything in the world!" I answered.
> He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a
> lighted cigarette at all times.
>
> My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can't
> even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him?
>
> And finally he asked me:" What can I do to change your mind?"
> Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality,
> and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.
>
> Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : "Here is the question,
> if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind,
> let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain
> cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your
> death, will you do it for me?"
>
> He said :" I will give you your answer tomorrow...
> " My hopes just sank by listening to his response.
>
> I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper
> with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining
> table near the front door, that goes....
>
> My dear,
> "I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain
> the reasons further.."
>
> This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.
>
> "When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs,
> and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that
> I can help restore the programs.
>
> You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to
> save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.
>
> You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city,
> I have to save my eyes to show you the way.
>
> You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend"
> approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm
> the cramps in your tummy.
>
> You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be
> infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you
> jokes and stories to cure your boredom.
>
> You always stare at the computer, and that will do
> nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that
> when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails,and help to remove
> those annoying white hairs.
> So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach,
> as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the
> colour of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face...
>
> Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone
> who loves you more than I do...
> I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. "
>
> My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting...
> and as I continue on reading...
>
> "Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you
> are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside
> bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...
>
> I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching
> tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread....
>
> Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much
> as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...
>
> That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of
> excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies
> in between the peace and dullness.
>
> Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has
> never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. .
> Flowers and romantic moments are only used and appear
> on the surface of the relationship.
>
> Under all this, the pillar of true love stands and that's our life...
> Love, not words, win arguments.
>
> * Anonymous *


Happy hearts day everyone!!!!


A.

[edmonta]

 @  A,
very touching and sentimental story ,
very well shared on a special day meant for it...
thanks,
Edmonta

[cocknbull]

                                        LoVe
>
> My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature,
> and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.
> Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would
> have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving
> him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.
>
> I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a
> relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments,
> like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete
opposite,
> his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments
into
> our
> marriage has disheartened me about love.
>
> One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a
divorce.
> "Why?" he asked, shocked.  "I am tired, there are no reasons for
> everything in the world!" I answered.
> He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a
> lighted cigarette at all times.
>
> My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can't
> even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him?
>
> And finally he asked me:" What can I do to change your mind?"
> Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality,
> and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.
>
> Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : "Here is the question,
> if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind,
> let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain
> cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your
> death, will you do it for me?"
>
> He said :" I will give you your answer tomorrow...
> " My hopes just sank by listening to his response.
>
> I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper
> with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining
> table near the front door, that goes....
>
> My dear,
> "I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain
> the reasons further.."
>
> This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.
>
> "When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs,
> and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that
> I can help restore the programs.
>
> You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to
> save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.
>
> You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city,
> I have to save my eyes to show you the way.
>
> You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend"
> approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm
> the cramps in your tummy.
>
> You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be
> infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you
> jokes and stories to cure your boredom.
>
> You always stare at the computer, and that will do
> nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that
> when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails,and help to remove
> those annoying white hairs.
> So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach,
> as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the
> colour of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face...
>
> Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone
> who loves you more than I do...
> I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. "
>
> My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting...
> and as I continue on reading...
>
> "Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you
> are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside
> bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...
>
> I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching
> tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread....
>
> Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much
> as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...
>
> That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of
> excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies
> in between the peace and dullness.
>
> Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has
> never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. .
> Flowers and romantic moments are only used and appear
> on the surface of the relationship.
>
> Under all this, the pillar of true love stands and that's our life...
> Love, not words, win arguments.
>
> * Anonymous *


Happy hearts day everyone!!!!


A.

wow exceptionally good..brilliant...+111111........

[smiler 11]

so sad, yet happy  +1

[smiling_face]

Stand Strong
- Sammy Kisinga Mwangangi

When things seem difficult miserable
Life is turning away from you
Intimidated and worn out you remain
In darkness at a corner you examine
Watching the sky as it disappears
Reminding the lost beloved ones
How beautiful and caring they were
Vanishing without saying goodbye
Shortening your long life span
And leaving you destitute and lonely
Deeply you wonder
How life can really be unfair
To honest and good people like you
But all you let go off
And focus to mend your life
And strengthen your heart
With good and caring friends on your side
Opening the picture of brightness
Knowing GOD holds your hand
Leading you to your success
Stars embracing the whole sky
And you know your journey has started
In pursuit of your purpose
Slowly matching from dusk to dawn
With smiles and determination
In whispers you read your heart
ALWAYS STAND STRONG

[edmonta]

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.
And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself.

He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
regards
Edmonta

[Kanamen]

Please Don't Loose Temper


Once there was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.

The first day, the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.

Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.

The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry the wound is still there. A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one."

For every minute you are angry, you lose sixty seconds of happiness. BE HAPPY

[qorax]

...For every minute you are angry, you lose sixty seconds of happiness. BE HAPPY

Nice one Kmn.

[aassimm4u2]

what a coincidence!


A chicken farmer went to a local bar, sat next to a woman and ordered
> a glass of champagne.
>
> The woman perked up and said, 'How about that? I just ordered a glass
 > of champagne, too!'
>
> 'What a coincidence' the farmer said. 'This is a special day for me.
> I am celebrating.'
>
> 'This is a special day for me too, I am also celebrating,' said the
 > woman.''What a coincidence!' said the farmer.
>
> As they clinked glasses he added, 'What are you celebrating?'
>
> 'My husband and I have been trying to have a child and today my
 > gynecologist told me that I am pregnant!'
>
> 'What a coincidence!' said the man. 'I'm a chicken farmer and for
> years all of my hens were infertile, but today they are all laying
 > fertilized eggs.'
>
> 'That's great!' said the woman, 'How did your chickens become fertile?'
>
> 'I used a different cock,' he replied.
>
> The woman smiled, clinked his glass and said, 'So did I, what a coincidence!