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"IF I WOULD HAVE TAKEN THE TICKET,

  I WOULDN'T HAVE CAUGHT THE TRAIN" :)


*STRANGE EXPERIENCE*
it is well said that life is full of unexpected things. In an motivational  video by Ben Lionel Scott on you tube I've listened hundreds of times  that life gives us what we want. Also, the great writer, Mr. Paulo Coelho have said in his international bestseller fable named "THE ALCHEMIST"  that " when you want something, all the universe conspire in helping you to achieve it." 
I was in the middle on fable "The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari" by Robin Sharma, I was like I was up above the summit of the sky and the chasm of the ocean too. I was deeply feeling his words that filled me with strong enthusiasm and touch the core of my soul. NOW, I was more stronger than I was, more resilient too. I started laughing out loud without any reason. I did not need a reason to laugh. I was feeling the changes in me. Really, there was an inevitable, strong but natural, force attracting me towards it or may be I was attracting towards that.
 I don't know what was that but I'm writing this because this is the time, THE RIGHT NOW, I can write or let it slip. But I can't go away from this force and the feeling too. So I'm penning it down, now.
It was late that night about 1:30. I usually went off to sleep at 11. But I was still awoke and was talking to a girl. It is a natural tendency of boys fascinating towards girls. I need to catch the train in morning at 08:40 from Sarai Rohilla railway station for Mohindergarh, my hometown. But I was still enjoying talking to her. Finally she said I want to sleep and I let her sleep because I also wanted to sleep. I put an alarm of 7 and slept.
The alarm was going off and I woke up in agile. I got fresh, brushed the teeth, took the bag on shoulder, locked the room and finally got out of the flat. On the way, I took out my phone and found it was already 7:25. I had a fear of missing the train in my mind but my intuition was so strong that I knew that I wouldn't let the train went off without boarding me in. I reached the metro station at about 7:35 and got the metro anon. I changed the metro from Rajeev Chowk and from Kashmiri gate too. But it was misfortune that I got confused between Shastri Nagar and Shastri park metro station and the metro took me to the Shastri park instead of Shastri Nagar. I asked someone the way of railway station and he assured me that I got confuse between the names and I need to go back now. That splendid my mind with the fear of missing the train.But my intuition did not let rule that fear over me. And finally I reached Shastri Nagar metro station and deboard from metro station and checked the time that it was 8:32. The railway station was about 2 KM away from there and I did not find a single auto rickshaw there, not a single one. Then I decided to go with a rickshaw. I was thudding down my phone over my wrist on the way and finally I managed to reach the station at 8:38. I thanked God from my intuition.
I rushed in the ticket counter and found that there was a huge line on the counter and meanwhile the speaker at the station announced that "the train no. this this that from Delhi Sarai Rohilla to Bikaner is going to leave from platform no. 4."  What a shit? 
It was the time I have to decide whether I should should take the ticket or not. In my subconscious, there  was a thing, from the past experiences, that it's super fast train and nobody would come to check the tickets on a general coach. I've gone many times through the same route and the same train and I never found any ticket checker, not a single time. So i decided to not to take the ticket. This happened within a fraction of time.
I had no fear of anything and I was happy that my intuition was right and caught the train. Then I realized that I'm hearing a strong horn and found that the train started moving. The train was 4 platform away from me and I needed to go by the over bridge. I ran as fast as I can and finally got in the train. I was inhaling deeply and smiling too because finally I was in train  and luckily I got a seat too. Before my breathe got normal, the train's speed was on its peak.
On the way, I wanted to read the novel as I always carry something to read on a journey. But there was a group of two girls and a boy who was directing and disturbing too to concentrate me on the novel. I laughed on the silly things they were talking about the college life and functions. But then he said that, in society, men must dominate women and should take the decision for women. He also said that it is written in Vedas and Purana like Geeta and Mahabharata. I wanted to interrupt but i let it be. I don't wanted to get involved. I  just thought that, " did he ever read a single religion book? " And i started looking out of the window. After some time, the train was at Rewari station.
As I did not eat anything since morning, I decided to take sips of tea and I got one. After a few minutes the train started moving again. This time I was free to read my novel as the group was not there. It was about an hour away from my hometown, I was totally involved in the novel and then I heard a loud voice that changed my mind. YES, there were ticket checkers in the coach and they were arguing with a family about the tickets. Whatever they were doing with the family, my mid skip that thing and I thought, I did not have the ticket, what should I do?
As from the past experience of one of my friend that he told me once that he got stuck in same situation and he used washroom to escape from the ticket checkers. An uncle was sitting besides me and I asked him that I did not have any ticket. what should I do? He also suggested the same thing to go to washroom. I, then, decided to go to washroom. I thought to go on the same side where the ticket checkers were checking the tickets but then a thought came to my mind that there is a fine difference between a brave and moron and I went on the another side of the coach. I found the washroom too away from my seat and came back to my seat without going to the washroom. I did not know what was happening with me. I could stand there in washroom and get escaped.
I was not feeling strange although it was first time with me. I was like i already knew that I would face this situation. Mentally, I was strong and intuitively, I was stronger. I had no fear of chasing the ticket checkers. Still I was sure that the ticket checkers would not check me or I would not let them to check me. My intuition was inflexible. I also thought that if there's 1% chance of being caught, I would pay them the fine, simple ! I was smiling on myself and found this situation a pleasure. Then I stood up and started going towards the ticket checkers to the washroom. I counted them. they were 4. Two of them were arguing with the family and rest were checking the tickets. On the way I excused a ticket checker for letting me go and he let me go towards the washroom. I was in the washroom now and thinking what to do now? Then I decided to go and stood where the two ticket checkers were arguing with the family because there were 4-5 person standing and enjoying the whole drama. I came out and did not go near the drama. I stood near the coach gate and started enjoying the rapid air touching my face. I stood there for 20 minutes and finally the train stopped at Mohindergarh railway station. I went back to my seat and found that the ticket checkers had already gone. I collected my bag and novel. Then the uncle asked me in an exciting manner that what did happen? Did they catch you? You paid fine? I smiled and said that I am fine and nothing happened also I said:  " IF I WOULD HAVE TAKEN THE TICKET,  I WOULDN'T HAVE CAUGHT THE TRAIN" :)

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I see hope in Sunshine
I see love in moon light 
I see faith in dark nights
I see God in my Mum's eyes..

I see Angels in my friends
I see Fairytales were written to believe in happy ends. 
I see a heart with vibes its sends 
I see blessings unfold in Life's bends. 

I see trust shattering with a loud bang 
I see relationships ending when lust sang 
I see the world a lonely place to hang 
I see in Dawn's twilight hope boomerang..

Never lose Hope come what may.. Wishing you a Beautiful Day 🌈💕🌷
#Nojoto #nojotoenglish #qotd

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Something in the cabin

The air was cold, the forest was gloomy, with the river rushing every calming and horrifying. Something creeping outside of my tent. My nose sniffles. I could hear snaps, like the traps I set were snapping. The shadows I could see outside of my tent, were like the nightmares I had as a child. Or memories I once had, the scaring ones. Illuminating in my eyes. Waiting for something to happen. The river stopped and the air got warmer on my ear like someone or something was blowing on it. I turned around and I saw it. Big, horrifying, black, long, cold figure. All I could see was its teeth, big and white.

A few hours before- I was forced to go. I really didn’t want to. Camping with papa was annoying, although we get smores, I was always in the same area, alone, in a tent. But this year we were going somewhere else because they found a couple bodies of campers ripped up and hung up the trees. My grandpa wanted to go still, but my grandma wanted us to not.

We got to the camp site and there was a cabin next to it with a river running next to it. The cabin was small and had holes in it. There was a lot of graffiti on the walls. And something smelled terrible! It smelled something dead. My grandpa wanted to check it out, but it was already getting dark and we didn’t have time. So, we quickly set up the camp site, had diner, then went to bed.

The air was cold, the forest was gloomy, with the river rushing every calming and horrifying. Something creeping outside of my tent. My nose sniffles. I could hear snaps, like the traps I set were snapping. The shadows I could see outside of my tent, were like the nightmares I had as a child. Or memories I once had, the scaring ones. Illuminating in my eyes. Waiting for something to happen. The river stopped and the air got warmer on my ear like someone or something was blowing on it. I turned around and I saw it. Big, horrifying, black, long, cold figure. All I could see was its teeth, big and white.

It approached me and touched my lips, like it was telling me to be silent. Then it ribbed a hole in my tent and pointed. I looked out and there was something much bigger caring my grandpa. My grandpa was ripped up like they showed on TV. I was scared for my life. Grandpa was dead and grandma is probably too. I turn around the thing just grabbed me and leaped into the air onto a branch. I look at it and it points down. I look down and see the huge on my tent and my tent crushed under it. The thing right next to me saved me.

I look at it and whisper, “Can you take me home?” It nods. This thing is here to help me. He picks me up and jumps again, higher and higher. We can see inside the cabin, there are so many bodies. Ripped and laying. I then close my eyes and hug it. The thing starts to turn. I open my eyes and see it’s hugging me back. It is bright and beautiful. Then the dark creature jumps up and sees me. It smiles with the teeth sticking out, sharp and bloody.

I take the creature that is bright as light and hold its hand. Then, as if, it was slow motion I say, “Take me home.” with the sweetest smile and everything is bright. I wake up in a flower patch. I see my home. I get up and rush over to the door. Then turn around and see the forest, big and beautiful. In that forest I see it. He was bright and calming, then he slowly turned into butterflies. Till that day I see a butterfly every day, like he still watching over me. Everything has been so beautiful and calm.

In this story, the dark thing represents depression and all the thing you are afraid of or everything you hate. The “it” is the big beautiful this that you care for and the happiness. The cabin is the dark places that you have gone and the home is the areas that you are most comfortable.

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The only technique to learn something new
By James Altucher



I had a friend who wanted to get better at painting. But she thought she had to be in Paris, with all the conditions right. She never made it to Paris. Now she sits in a cubicle under fluorescent lights, filling out paperwork all day.
Someone stole $90 million from a company I was involved in. I'm a poor judge of people. The company collapsed.
Some things I can't learn. I tend to like people too much.
So it's hard for me to be a good judge of people, no matter how much I try. So I find other people who are good at judging people and I ask them to help me.
Don't force yourself to learn something if you don't want to or it's not a natural talent.
What's the role of talent? Very small. But you have to start with it. Talent is the seed of skill.
How do you know if you are talented? If you loved it when you were ten years old. If you dream about it. If you like to read about it. Read the below and you'll know what you are talented at.
Trust me when I say: everyone is talented at many things.
 This story is from James Altucher's website. He let us it after we asked nicely.In the past 20 years I've wanted to learn how to do some things really well. Writing, programming, business skills (leadership, sales, negotiating, decision-making), comedy, games.
So I developed a ten step technique for learning.
1. LOVE IT.
If you can't start with "love" then everyone who does love will beat everyone who "likes" or "hates".
This is a rule of the universe. The first humans who crossed the arctic tundra from Siberia to Alaska in -60 degree temperatures had to love it. The rest stayed in the East Africa Savannah.
The very first day I wrote a "Hello, World" computer program I dreamed about computers. I woke up at 4am to get back to the "computer lab" and make even bigger programs.
When I first started to write every day, I would write all day. I couldn't stop. And all I wanted to talk about with people were different authors.
When I was 10 years old I wrote a gossip column about all my fellow 5th graders. I read every Judy Blume book. I read everything I could. I loved it.
Most of my friends got bored with me and soon I was very lonely. Except when I was writing.
2. READ IT.
Bobby Fischer wasn't that good at chess. He had talent but nobody thought much of him.
So around the age of 12-13 he disappeared for a year. He did this later in his 20s.
But at 13 when he came back on the scene he was suddenly the best chessplayer in the US, won the US championship, and became the youngest grandmaster in the world.
How did he do it? He barely played at all during his year of wandering.
Instead he did two things:
a) he studied every game played in the prior century. In the 1800s.
When he came back on the scene he was known for playing all of these antiquated openings but he had improvements in each one. Nobody can figure out how to defeat these improvements.
In fact, the final game of the World Championship many years later, in 1972 when he was playing Spassky, he brought out his 1800s arsenal to become World Champion.
Spassky desperately needed to win to keep the match going. Fischer needed to draw to win the title.
Spassky started with a very modern attacking opening ("The Sicilian") But then around 13 moves in, all of the commentators watching gasped.
Fischer had subtly changed the opening into an old-fashioned very drawish 1800s opening called "The Scotch Game." Spassky didn't have a chance after that.
b) He learned enough Russian to read the Russian chess magazines. At the time, the top 20 players in the world were all Russian. The Americans didn't really have a chance.
So Fischer would study the Russian games while all of the Americans were sitting around with openings and styles the Russians already knew how to defeat.
Consequently, when Fischer competed in the US championship in the early 60s it was the first complete shutout, all wins and not a single draw.
Studying the history, studying the best players, is the key to being the best player. Even if you started off with average talent.
3. TRY IT. BUT NOT TOO HARD.
If you want to be a writer, or a businessman, or a programmer, you have to write a lot, start a lot of businesses, and program a lot of programs.
Things go wrong. This is why quantity is more important than quality at first.
The learning curve that we all travel is not built by accomplishments. It's only built by quantity.
If you see something 1000 times, you'll see more than the person who sees the same thing only ten times.
Don't forget the important rule: the secret of happiness is not "being great" - the secret is "growth".
If you only "try" you'll get to your level that is natural for you. But growth will stop and you won't be happy.
4. GET A TEACHER (PLUS THE 10X RULE).
If I try to learn Spanish on my own, I get nowhere. But when I go out (and now marry) someone who is from Argentina, I learn more Spanish.
With chess, writing, programming, business, I always find someone better than me, and I set a time each week to ask them tons of questions, have them give me assignments, look over my mistakes and tell me where I am wrong.
For everything you love, find a teacher and that makes you learn 10x faster.
In fact, everything I put on this list, makes you learn 10x faster. So if you do everything on this list you will learn 10 to the 10th power faster than anyone else.
That's how you become great at something.
5. STUDY THE HISTORY. STUDY THE PRESENT.
If you want to learn how to be a GREAT programmer (not just good enough to program an app but good enough to be GREAT, study machine language.
Study 1s and 0s. Study the history of the computer, learn how to make an operating system, and Fortran, Cobol, Pascal, Lisp, C, C , all the way through the modern languages of Python, etc.
If you want to write better, read great books from the 1800s. Read Hemingway and Virginia Woolf and the Beats, and the works that have withstood the test of time.
They have withstood the test of time. versus millions of other books, for a reason. They are the best in the world.
Then study the current criticism of those books to see what you have missed. This is just as important as the initial reading.
If you want to study business, read biographies of Rockefeller, Carnegie, the first exchange in Amsterdam, the junk-bond boom, the 90s, the financial bust. Every Depression. All the businesses that flourished in every depression.
Read "Zero to One" by Peter Thiel. Watch "The Profit" on CNBC. Read about Steve Jobs. Read about the downfall of Kodak in "The End of Power".
Don't read self-help business books. They are nothing. You are about to enter a great field, the field of innovation that has created modern society. Don't read the average books that came out last year.
Step up your game and read about the people and inventions that changed the world into what it is today.
Read how Henry Ford had to start three car companies to get it right and why "three" was the important number for him.
Read about why Ray Kroc's technique for franchising created the world's largest restaurant chain. Read how the Coca-Cola makes absolutely nothing but is the largest drink company in the world.
Write down the things you learn from each reading.
6. DO EASY PROJECTS FIRST.
Tony Robbins told me about when he was scared to death on his first major teaching job.
He had to teach a bunch of Marines how to improve their sharpshooting. "I had never shot a gun in my life," he said.
He studied quite a bit from professionals but then he came up with a technique that resulted in the best scores of any sharpshooting class before then.
He brought the target closer.
He put it just five feet from them. They all shot bullseyes. Then he moved it back bit by bit until it was the standard distance.
They were still shooting bullseyes.
Richard Branson started a magazine before he started an airline. Bill Gates wrote BASIC before his team wrote Windows.
E.L. James (and yes, I'm including her) wrote Twilight fan fiction, before she wrote "50 Shades of Grey".
Ernest Hemingway never thought he could write a novel. So he wrote dozens of short stories.
Programmers write "Hello, World" programs before they make their search engines.
Many chess grandmasters recommend you study the endgame first in chess (when there are few pieces left on the board) before you study the other parts of the game.
This gets you confidence, it teaches subtleties, it gives you greater feelings of growth and improvement - all steps on the path to success.
7. STUDY WHAT YOU DID.
The other day I threw everything out. Everything. I threw out all my books (donated). I threw out all my clothes.
I threw out old computers. I threw out plates I never used. I threw out sheets I would never have guests for. I threw out furniture (four book cases) and my TV and old papers and everything.
I wanted to clean up. And I did.
I found a novel I wrote in 1991. 24 years ago. It was horrible.
For the first time in those 24 years, I re-read it. I studied what I did wrong (character unrelatable. Plot too obvious. Deus ex machina all over the place).
Someone told me a story about Amy Schumer, one of my favorite comedians. She videotapes all her performances.
Then she goes back to her room and studies the performance second by second. "I should have paused another quarter-second here," she might say.
She wants to be the best at comedy. She studies her every performance.
When I play chess, if I lose, I run the game into the computer. I look at every move, what the computer suggests as better, I think about what I was thinking when I made the bad move, and so on.
A business I was recently invested in fell apart. It was painful for me. But I had to look at it and see what was wrong. Where did I make a mistake. At every level I went back and wrote what happened and where I might have helped better and what I missed.
If you aren't obsessed with your mistakes then you don't love the field enough to get better.
You ask lousy questions: "Why am I no good?" Instead of good questions: "What did I do wrong and how can I improve?"
When you consistently ask good questions about your own work, you become better than the people who freeze themselves with lousy questions.
Example: I hate watching myself after a TV appearance. I have never done it. So I will never get better at that.
8. YOU ARE THE AVERAGE OF THE FIVE PEOPLE AROUND YOU.
Look at every literary, art, and business scene. People seldom get better as individuals. They get better as groups.
The Beats: Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, William Burroughs and a dozen others.
The programmers: Steve Jobs, Bill Gates, Ted Leonsis, Paul Allen, Steve Wozniak and a dozen others all came out of the Homebrew Club
The art scene in the 50s: Jasper Johns, De Kooning, Pollack, etc all lived on the SAME STREET in downtown NYC.
YouTube, LinkedIn, Tesla, Palantir, and to some extent Facebook, and a dozen other companies came out of the so-called "PayPal mafia".
All of these people could've tinkered by themselves. But humans are tribal mammals. We need to work with groups to improve.
Find the best group, spend as much time with them, and as a "scene" you become THE scene.
You each challenge each other, compete with each other, love each other's work, become envious of each other, and ultimately take turns surpassing each other.
9. DO IT A LOT.
What you do every day matters much more than what you do once in awhile.
I had a friend who wanted to get better at painting. But she thought she had to be in Paris, with all the conditions right.
She never made it to Paris. Now she sits in a cubicle under fluorescent lights, filling out paperwork all day.
Write every day, network every day, play every day, live healthy every day.
Measure your life in the number of times you do things. When you die: are you 2 writing sessions old? Or are you 50,0000?
10. FIND YOUR EVIL PLAN.
Eventually the student passes the master.
The first hedge fund manager I worked for now hates me. I started my own fund and his fund went out of business. My evil plan was ultimately to be better than him.
But how?
After all of the above, you find your unique voice. And when you speak in that voice, the world hears something it has never heard before.
Your old teachers and friends might not want to hear that voice. But if you continue to be around people who love and respect you, then they will encourage that new voice.
There's that saying, "there are no new ideas." But there are.
There are all the ideas in the past combined with the new beautiful you. You're the butterfly.
Now it's your turn to teach, to mentor, to create, to innovate, to change the world. To make something nobody has ever seen before and perhaps will never see again.

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Mujhe dar lgta h tumse tumhari us anokhi ada see...
 jb bhi tumhe dekhta hun
 Dar lgta h .....
jb bhi tum Samne see nikalti ho to nigahen nichi kr leta  hun dar lgta h.....
 ki kahin tumhe dekh na lun .
na dekh lun tumhari us masoomiyat ko..
 Dar lgta h ki na ban jaun deewana tera..
Dar lgta h tumse tuhari us ajeeb ada se..

 Kabhi kabhar un ankhiyon ko chupke se uthane ki koshish krta hun dar lgta h...
 ki kahin tumhe dekh na lun un..... nigahon ko jb upar uthata hun to dar lgta h ki kahin na mil jayen ye gustakh naina un khoobsurat nagino Se .....
Jinhen me tarashna chahta apne  lfzon see ....
 dar lgta h en naginon see  kuch Yun es tarah  ki enhen dekhne see hamari ankhen hmse hi bebfai na kr jayen dar lgta h un naino see ....
Dar lgta h Tere pass me ane se 
Ki kahin bebas na ho jaun Tere pass ane ko.  Dar lgta h ...

Jb Teri ek jhalak dekhne ko kuch es tarah apni nigahen uthata hun to pata hun ki jinhe hum undekha KR rahe the 
Vahi hme ek Tak dekh rahe h 
Dar lgta h Tere un naino see ....
Aji hum to abhi naye aye h
Es isq ke Bazar me aur un naino ki galiyon me 
Dar lgta h ki kahin thag na liye jayen hum un ankhiyon ke naginon see
Dar lgta h ...
Tere un naginon see ....

 

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