Why does a Rose represents Love, when a Rose always dies..??
Though I’m not really a thinker but there are certain adumbrations which really instigate me to think.. In fact there is a meaning to everything, and when we try to find the meaning of such things we really know what really things are. Jealous born from unfulfilled desires; happiness born from dreams and real-time fantasies; hatredness born from the humbug persons; suspicions born from lacks of trust in love; arrogance born from absence of joy. There is meaning to 
each and everything, even not only with relationship, emotions, but with each and everything.. We always compare beauty with Moon but ask a suburbinate if he saw anything more in the moon than a white coloured sphere which is not even showing his complete depth. But this is the same moon, which imitate the beauty When lovers are far away from their love, they saw the imitation of their love in MOON.. Surprising ;P..
We can once compare beauty with Moon.. But Why Rose with Love..?? I don’t understand the ambiguity of representing Rose with Love, when a rose has to die one or another day.. Might be I’m dishonest with the word ambiguity, In fact I’m.. If a Rose represent a love then their is an old chronic with it and there are reasons for it.. Rose truely represents the love, because rose never dies only its physical presence dies, dying physically doesn’t imply death, When I was kid I used to keep flower in between the pages of my book, I consider it something holy and a way to get good marks in exam but after sometime I found the leaves of flower got detached from it, the fragrance was still in the pages of book and that lived their for forever.. Even when we completely throw away those leaves we could’t remove the essence of that smell, and in fact a rose is not known for its leaves but for its smell.. So is the Love.. Like Rose Love has its way through thorns. Though love dies for the world but deep in the heart of persons it exist and remain forever like Rose we can feel and smell its fragrance. We can still feel the fragrance of the love that exist centuries ago, because it still lingers in the air that we breathe, like the smell of Rose. A Rose is the true symbol of Love, So its not unwise to compare Rose with Love.
Happiness.. :-)
Oxford Advanced Learner’s Dictionary defines Happiness as a pleasing Moment, But if everything that pleases us give us Happiness..?? Happiness is not merely a word, but a feeling that for some time keep us above this materialistic world.. Its a world in itself, Being happy is the most beautiful thing in the world and giving happiness to others is another beautiful thing..The best thing about Happiness is it can’t be purchased but can be given.. Its been rightly said that the days of bleeding knees are the best days of our lives.. Why..?? Because those were the days which really
signifies happiness, If Someone ask me about my Happiest moment yet.. then I don’t say it the one when I cleared my certification exam of Linux nor i say it when I got selected in top 50 participants in a National Level contest by HP, but I’ll say it the one when I was in class 6th and playing cricket in the gali of my colony, My team was losing the match and then it was me who hitted the six I can’t believe that my team won, because of me. I was happy and was more happy because it was me who was the reason of so many smiles of my team , that was the moment I can’t define myself.. that’s the moment which the chasm of my eyes still keep in itself.. that was really a wonderful moment..
Happiness is a thing to be remembered and praised.. Its a thing to respect and love.. I remember another moment, the moment, when I was in class 3rd.. at that time all my friends had learnt how to ride cycle and i was as usual the dufferest of all was unable to learn that.. I was afraid of being fallen while riding.. I asked many times my brother, but everytime he said that that was a very complex thing and beyond me reach.. It hurted me.. and I know the day when someone teased me in my school and after returning from school I weeped for an hour, then It was my father who went with me in a ground nearby, he asked me not see in back while riding he asked me too paddle the cycle it was he who was holding me by carrier, i start paddling and after sometime I saw my father moving his hand standing far away.. I was driving by myself and alas I can do it.. I was so so so much happy that i can’t describe.. I drive it for the whole day and even in the night at the floor of my home.. that were really happiness.. The happiness that I got after finding a pencil on Road was more than that I got today after find many thousand rupees.. The reason being as we grow up the emotions in us start detriorating.. Happiness that is without any reason and that is unselfish is more pleasing then that with reason and for a reason.. Everything that we are doing today is because we want our tomorrow to be happy.. Being happy is gift that everyone doesn’t get, If you are happy then It means you have done very good job and it also implies to let them continue.. Happiness seems to be more flavoured when it is being shared.. It gives happiness to get answers of prayers, but its give more happiness to be answer of somebody’s prayers.. Quite ironical but true.. Lets together make an attempt to make this world more happier.. 
Fantasies..!!
The midnight was over, I was standing on the top floor of my hostel beholding the equisite look of my college in the chasm of my eyes. Starring at moon I didn’t find anything special in it. Often I liked to stand there and think about myself, Its been rightly said that the best things about life we learn by our own experience. I don’t know why I always like to stare stars, I remember my days of bleeding knees days when I try to guess the distance of farthest star and try to join the stars to form the image of multitudinous animals and play with my brother the search game.. and I’m always winner because always the one I distinguish as Lion is Giraffe according to him..
Honestly Speaking I love my fantasies and my world of dreams.. I often speak to myself.. and this all pleased me.. The propensity for stars is due to the fact I have many in my eyes.. Dreaming is the most fascinating part of life.. Its an own world in itself.. I remember my school days When after seeing Border film I decide to become a soldier.. Had a debate and a battle with my Father in the context of insisting him to buy me Arms and Ammunition, because an Indian Soldier can be attacked at anytime by the Terrorists and the context ends with a attack on me by Wiper, the ”weapon” often use in draining water . But finally I won and a plastic gun is brought for me..
Fantasies inspire me.. I don’t know If it happens with me or if its a human behaviour.. As a child I wanted to be a soldier , An astronaut , Deep forted Diver, A pilot .. blah blah and more blah blah… Its a natural that whenever we take part in any competition or start preparing for any exam.. We do think of the day when we win in it and feel happy by witnessing the feeling of triumph and thats the feeling which throughout our journey inspires us to make dat moment a reality.. It inspires us to perform better each day.. But It pains when we found that the day which we once dreamt of is not a part of reality , But it doesn’t mean that we stop dreaming.. As a matter of fact none of my fantasies has ever got fulfilled .. But I can’t stop believing in fantasies .. I remember my days of Kota .. When I like many others have only one dream in my eyes but the worst thing is I don’t know the reason why that dream can never be a part of my real life.. Each Night before sleeping I make plans for my forthcoming life in IIT.. But but but I do think that atleast once I become dishonest to myself .. Anywaz thats not the end of story , Dats just the end of a paragraph .. I know I’m not the only one, there are a lot many who dare to dream..
When a person comes in our life and one day left us even then the person lives in our fantasies .. We often talk to him, We try to ask him why he left us.. But the worst thing is no one else knows whats goin in our world of fantasy.. Its only We and God that truely knows what resides there..
I love fantasies , I love glancing stars and I love dreaming; I know seeing fantasies and dreaming is not just enough we have to toil a lot otherwise the fantasies shall only remain fantasies .. What can be more jubilant if the fantasy we saw yesterday is the reality of Today.!!
