Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Winter is the season of flowers, enjoy, properity and love.
Colours happen more bighten but YELLOW is the colour of winter, this time mustard field seems like bedsheet and all other flowers are design on it.
Peoples are more healthy and cool mind and I personally feel so light that i have wings and i am flying.
When freezing wind touches my eyes,i feel that snow white is beside me. I sometime think who is the Godess of Icy winter.
Is she likes to play in mustard fields and sleeps in tulip bud, bath in fog, embellish his beauty by flowers and then see herself in the dancing river.
This is my time to cherish every moment and to collect sweet time.
RELISH YOUR WINTER WITH




                                                                                   SIZZLING winter is now with me  YaaaaaH i am
waiting for it, blossoms everywhere showing their treasure.

There is golden bed sheet lying everwhere
O God! Those pink tulips are like my bed,
Why sun is so angry?
See these roses are cherry red.

IS THAT I TOLD THEM THAT WINTER HAS COME?

 

WELCOME WINTER

Friday, November 19, 2010

WORLD on Sites

After having my breakfast in the morning, I opened my laptop and get connected to internet regularly. I eagerly wait to exchange letters, and suddenly a beam sharpens my smile when I see a message and comments from my friends.


In today’s scenario if you didn’t have net connection, mail address, and if you are not on any social networking site! That means something essential is missing from your life. nobody deny this that it’s a universe on our screen (desktop) to renovate yourself, keep in touch with your friends and for useful information.


A few days later, chatting bored me, and net surfing was a heavy job. They were only means to get my mail, some information and sometimes say Hello to my friends. I think it’s a big headache so I keep myself away from it as possible. But my life changes as I start taking interest in surfing for information, which keep me update. Chatting gives me way to explore myself, and now I am discovering myself through blog.


I communicate through social networking sites like FACEBOOK, TWITTER they are like my second home. I enjoy spending hours on them, even I am very excited to know about my world minute by minute. Oh! It gives me joy and contentment. I love to see my friends online and when they say Hello to me, I filled with pleasure. My small world makes lot of changes in me regarding my knowledge and information which always help me to refine my work.

My journey through…………



Hello! I am working girl of Lucknow city waiting at bus stop, my life starts with the bus stop in the morning and ends with it. As it is the most popular public transport for the city of Nawabs. More than half of the population whether they are working ones or students travel through it. It is not only a means of transportation from which they travel but they have a faith that it leave them and bring them safely at the end of the day.
At the time my bus comes and I get into it. Luckily I got seat and ones again my mind moves toward the occurrence. The conductor is making tickets from front to back by making space among the peoples. He is accomplishing his duty with concern, although he is working hours a day but there no irritation on his face. Everyone is seems familiar to each other especially the working person, they meet two times a day.


I am travelling through bus from approximately 3 years and analyze that it is also a mirror of Lucknow’s culture. There is huge crowd waiting for their bus, and when bus come it is already overloaded but people in it smile and make place for their pathway friends. Some young ones stand up for the old and ladies. This shows great culture, love and trademark of Lucknow.


Evening time is the rush time, there no space to stand properly, even though everyone give support to each other. It is the mores of Lucknow that is make us different from each corner in contrast.
Bus leave me at my stop and move forward, but my mind wave is still captured in it that tomorrow I’ll again meet my small world, which took me towards my locate and bring me back safely.