No one had tear’s in their eyes…

But their heart was crying loudly..

Thay day…They got to know..

About the real meaning…the real feeling of BIDAII …

When their flatmate was leaving them..boys also felt a pinch in their heart..

Afterall sepreations are always been hard for everyone..

Just a thought about songs


Songs always have been a great source of entertainment or relaxation from ages…

We always get atleast one song which really seems to connect with our life..or our situation..or our persona..or our mood..
I always get connected to “maana ke hum yaar nahi” , “kuch to bata jindagi” and “hawayein”..really beatifully composed.. beautifully sang..

So while listening to those just got a thought..that..

There are so many faces of songs..

Songs can make us happy..they can make us sad…they can be used to curse someone..or to praise someone..they can make u dance..or can make u asleep…songs can help u in expressing feelings..or they can be use to hide real emotions….

They are always there for lets take a moment to really thank to the world of music as they have given us so many beautiful song..

And also..on a beautiful evening..while seeping cofee..lets think which song describe us or our situation most..


They decided to never ever meet each other after breakup…

Both moved on..both have dated alot people..

But one string was still connected between them..

Which played it’s own song in a mutual friend’s party..

True love really never dies..


She used to be a great dancer in school and college…her shelfs are proof of it..

But as time moved on..she also moved on from her dance..from her ghungaroos..

She totally forgot how it feels to move your soul on rhythm, to express ur feelings through moves and expressions…that sound of ghungaroo’s..everything..she just kept on moving…

One rainy sunday..while sitting in her balcony…a raindrop made her realise what is she missing..those sparkle of droplets, that sound,that rhythm made her to take out her ghungaroo’s out of box…


Hamari jindagi me khwabo ki alag hi jagah hoti hai…

Inhi khwabo se hi to kuch pane ki khwahishein hoti hai..

In khwabo ko pane ke liye hi to hamari duniya se bhi jang hoti hai..

Umar ke har padaw pe badalte hai roop in khwabon ka..

Bachpan me jise bana tha pilot, jawani me use hi ache naukari ki chahat hoti hai..

Par is bhid me bhi hai jo paa lete hai apne sapno ko…

Unki bhi apni ek alag hi kahani hoti hai..

Hum to musafir hai jo bas jee rahe hai jindagi dhakke kha kha ke…

Par hamari khwabo ki parchai hamesha hamare sath hoti hai…

Ye khwab hi to,jo dete hai jindagi ka maksad hume…

Yahi to hai apni ek cheez..jise hum jab chahe tab badal sakte hai..


Jindagi ki rahe bhi badi ajeeb hoti hai.. kabhi pathar,kabhi kaate ya kabhi fulon se bhari hoti haiā€¦

Chalate chalate mil jate hai kayi musafir hame.. par unki parchayiyan bhi kaha hamesha sath hoti haiā€¦

De jate hai kitani yade ye musafirā€¦ inhi yado ke sahare hi to jindagi jina asan hoti haiā€¦

Par kabhi in musafiro se dil na lagana ae dost..kyuki chodh jab jate hai ye to dil tutane ki awaj kaha hoti hai..

Kabhi hasati hai,kabhi rulati hai ye raaheā€¦inhi rasto se hi jindagi me kisso ki bharmar hoti haiā€¦..

Phulo ki raho me rahenge sath hajaro log,rahoge akele katon peā€¦kathin rahe pasand kise hoti haiā€¦

Doraho pe aao tum kabhi to mud ke dekh lena picheā€¦purani raaho me hi jababo se mulakat hoti haiā€¦

Hasate rehana hamesha in jindagi ki raho meā€¦musakurahato se hi jindagi mukkamal hoti haiā€¦

In rasto ko hum kabhi chaho bhi to chodh nahi sakte..Ye jindagi aur in rasto pe chalte chalate hi jindagi khatam hoti haiā€¦