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इत्तु से पैग़ाम मेरी ज़िंदगी के नाम।

#kalakaksh #nosuicide #story #kahani #nojoto #nojotohindi 

जरा सुनये एक पते की बात,कहानी नहीं हकीकत हैं मेरे साथ।
कुछ 2,3 साल पूरी बात हैं, जिंदगी जी रहा था खुलकर मैं।
सभी के दिलों पर राज करता था,सभी अपनों के मुख से तारीफ़े अपनी सुना था।
तब सब को मेरा नाम पता था अजय पर कोई ये नहीं जानता था कि ये वो ही अजय हैं जिसकी हम तारीफ़े करते नहीं थकते।
कॉलेज का आखरी साल था तब घर में था कोई ,जो भगवान को प्यारा हो गया। महीने  तक पता ना था कि जिंदगी कैसे चले रही हैं। किसी तरह ख़ुद को संभाल कर ,हिम्मत  की, ज़िंदगी पहले की तरह जीने लगा।
चर्चे हर तरह होने लगें थे मेरे, ज़िन्दगी अच्छी चल रही थी। कॉलेज का आखरी साल खत्म होने वाला था exam सर पर थे। exam से एक महीने पहले अचानक आँखों में दर्द होने लगा,इतना जो सहन नहीं होता था। जब भी थोड़ी सी रोशनी आँखों पर पड़ती ,पानी गंगा की तरह बहने लगता था।
तब बस मुझे अंधेरे से प्यार हो गया,रोशनी मुझे बहुत सताती।
दवाईयाँ हज़ार खा ली पर इत्तु सा भी आराम नहीं, जब तक दवाई का असर है तब तक ठीक, असर खत्म होती ही फिर पहले जैसा।
ऐसा मेरे साथ दो महीने चलता रहा।
ऐसी बीच मैंने exam भी दिया,तब मुझे होश नहीं ,कुछ पता नहीं की मैं हूँ कहाँ।
Exam देनी जाता थी तब ये भी याद नहीं होता थी कि मैं जा कहाँ रहा हूँ और कहाँ पहुँच गया।
किसी तरह exam दिये, exam के 1 महीने बाद मेरी आँखें ख़ुद ठीक हो गयी,जैसे कुछ हुआ ही ना हो।


जब result आया तो देखा कि मेरा एक paper रहा गया। अब एक साल क्या करूँगा? ना जाने कैसे कैसे सवाल आये। एक दम सब से मिलना छूट गया,सारा दिन घर रहने लगा।

तब मैंने paper rechecking का form fill किया था। क्योंकि मुझे पक्का पता था कि मेरी re नहीं आ सकती।
Paper recheck में clear हो जायेगा। एक एक पल एक एक दिन की तरह गुजर रहा था,मानो ज़िन्दगी रुक गयी।   मैं depression में चल गया। मुझे बस ये था कि घर बंध कर नहीं रहना हैं ,करना हैं कुछ बड़ा। पर कैसे?
तब मुझे choching के बारे में पता चला ,मैंने फिर choching पर जाना शुरू किया। वहाँ भी नाम कमाया,मेरी पहचान मेरी कलाकारी थी। जहाँ भी जाता वही मेरी कलाकारी  सब को भाटी।
Choching पर जाते जाते,re-checking का result आया ,दुबारा पेपर देना होगा। बुरा तो लगा पर ...........................।


मैंने फिर कोशिश की ,अच्छे से पेपर की तैयारी की और  पेपर दिया। पेपर ऐसा किया थी कि कोई फेल ना कर सकें।

Choching मेरी एक साल की पूरी होने वाली थी कि उसे से कुछ समय पहले result आ गया । result फेल।
बर्दाश्त नहीं हुआ,ऐसा कैसे हो सकता हैं मैं shok, प्रोफेसर shok, parents shok. सभी ऐसा हो ही नहीं सकता, मैंने पेपर निकलवाया। एक महीने के बाद पेपर आया तो देखा कि पेपर सारा सारी ठीक हैं ।check करने वाले ने बिना गलती के no. कम दे रहे है इतना ही नही आधे पेपर में no. नहीं दिया।  तब भी मैंने कोशिश करना नहीं छोड़ा, कोशिश करता रहा।

मैंने अपने सभी प्रोफेसरो को दिखाया। सब की अलग अलग बात थी, कुछ ने कहा इसने कुछ नहीं होगा पेपर की दुबारा तैयारी करो, कुछ ने कहा कि कई बार टीचर सारे no. एक में दे देते हैं। इन्हीं सब बातों में 15 दिन निकल गया । किसी ने कोई help नहीं की। 

माने तब फिर से re-check के form fill कर दिया। जब re-checking का result आया तो फिर से re। मैं यूनिवर्सिटी गया पापा के साथ ,कई दिनों तक चक्कर लगते रहे। यूनिवर्सिटी में मैंने अपना paper सभी को दिखाया, पर वहाँ सब की बोलती बंद थी। बड़े से बड़े प्रोफेसर को दिखाया सब ने कहा ये पास हैं आराम से ।
जानबुझ कर फेल कर रखा हैं ।इन दिनों मैं इतना टूट गया कि कई बार मरने की कोशिश की,road पर चलते चलते ना जाने कितने बार ऐसा करना चाहा। 
पर
mind में बस एक बात थी कि अगर मैंने आज ऐसा किया तो मेरे माँ-बाप का क्या होगा।
 मैंने कोर्ट केस करना चाहता तो यूनिवर्सिटी वालो ने फाइल दबा दी कहा अब टाइम ज्यादा हो गया, हमनें पहले का सारा रिकॉर्ड खत्म कर दिया।
ये बात मई 2017  की है। हर तरह हाथ पैर मारने के बाद भी वही खड़ा था जहाँ पहले खड़ा था। 
इस के बाद मैं इतना टूट गया था की एक एक पल- एक एक दिन की तरह जा रहा था,फिर एक एक week की तरह ,फिर एक एक month की तरह।
बस मुझे इतना याद रहता थी कि आज मंगलवार हैं आज शनिवार हैं मुझे मंदिर जाना हैं बस इससे ज्यादा कुछ नहीं।
ऐसी बीच एक लड़की भी आए थी मेरी लाइफ में । जो कहती थी कि मैं तुम से प्यार करती हूँ तुम्हारे लिए कुछ भी कर सकती हूँ। उस लड़की ने मेरे करिब आकर मुझे इतना पागल कर दिया थी ,ऐसा कर दिया थी कि मुझे ये लगने लगा था कि अब ऐसी से शादी होगी। पर नियति को कुछ और ही मंजूर था।


नवंबर 2017 को मैंने फिर से exam दिया। इस बार मैंने पहले ही सभी प्रोफेसर को बोल दिया था कि ये पेपर अब आप को clear करवाना है। उन्होंने मेरा पूरी मद्दत की।  तब भी मुझे होश नहीं रहता था motivational video हजारों देखी कोई फर्क नहीं पड़ता था। इन्हीं दिनों  के बीच मैंने mom-dad को कई बार बोला कि मुझे अब नही जीना हैं ,मुझे मार दो। गुस्से में ना जाने कितने बार कहा। फ़िर एक दिन मैंने yayah bhoot wala की poem सुनी अच्छी लगी , मुझे उसे बारे में सब जाना हैं सारी poem सुनी bt मुझे कुछ और भी चाहते था, सुनते सुनते एक दिन मैंने झुमके वाली की poem सुनी । मुझे इतनी अच्छी लगी कि download कर ली। तब मुझे इस लड़की के बारे में सब जाना था। तब मुझे nojoto के बारे में पता चल और मैंने nojoto डाउनलोड कर लिया। ये बात dec.2017 की हैं।
तब कई बार मैं कॉलेज जाता हैं मेरे प्रोफेसर उन्मेष मिश्रा सर और राजल मैम ने मुझे हिम्मत दी कुछ नया शुरु करने की महीने भर के बाद हिम्मत कर के जनवरी में मैंने illusion art bnana start किया। एक के बाद एक art बनाता गया।
और झुमके वाली की हर बात मेरे खुश रहने की वजह बने लगी थी।
उस वक़्त मैंने अपनी खुशी और अपना दर्द लिखा। मेरे हर दर्द पर मरहम का काम सत्यप्रेम सर ने किया। मेरी हर  nojoto स्टोर जो मैं फेसबुक पर add करता था तब हमेशा msg कर तारिफ करते थे।
और मैं sir को कहता ये सच हैं।
खुद को संभाल ही लिया था कि मुझे पता कि मैं जिस पर आँख बंद कर के विश्वास कर रहा था ,जिससे मैं शादी करना चाहता था उसने ही मुझे धोखा दिया। ये बात मुझे पता चली, सब अपनी आँखों से देखा 12 feb.2018 को । दिल करा की अभी इसको मार दूँ, दो चार थप्पड़ लगाऊ। बहुत ज्यादा गुस्सा आया था पर मैंने ख़ुद को संभाला ,उस वहीँ छोड़ दिया ,कुछ नही कहा उसे। जो हुआ वो सब मैंने अपने खास friends को बताई उन्होंने उसे बात की तब भी अपनी गलती ना देख कर,
मुझे ग़लत और  खुद को सही बनाने लगी और मेरे दोस्तों के सामने मेरे हजार कमियां इस तरह गिनवाए जैसे मैं किसी का खून किया हो,किसी का बलात्कार किया हो। तब दोस्त ने बस एक बात कही मुझे ये की वो तेरे लायक नहीं। मैं खुद को सम्भाल नहीं पा रहा था। 14 feb.2018 को ही मैंने इस बारे में मैंने अपनी राजल mam से बात की जो हिंदी department की h.o.d हैं। उन्होंने मेरा Brain wosh किया। तब याद तो मिट गई पर feeling मुझे बहुत सताती थी।

तब मेरी help सत्यप्रेम sir, love भाई और अनुष्का मैम ने की।
 उसका दिया सब कुछ खत्म कर दिया। पर जनवरी से ही धीरे धीरे मेरे खुश रहने की वजह झुमके वाली बने लगी थी। 15 feb 2018 से लगातार झुमके वाली पर लिखता रहा और साथ illusion art बनाता रहा। march में होली वाले दिन पहले बार मेरी मेरी झुमके वाली से बात हुई।उस दिन मैं बहुत खुश था। अपनी खुशी हर तरह बाँट रहा था। किसी तरह मैं ठीक हुआ। nojoto family का साथ मिला।  पर किस्मत कुछ और चाहती था। exam का result आया फिर से re आई। फिर से पेपर निकलवाने हैं, फिर से सब को दिखाया,फिर से paper दुबारा चेक के लिए form fill किया । बस अब result का इंतज़ार हैं। 
आज भी लड़ रहा हूँ क़िस्मत से, देखना है कब देगी ये क़िस्मत साथ मेरा।

इत्तु से पैग़ाम मेरी ज़िंदगी के नाम।

#kalakaksh #NoSuicide #story #kahani @Nojoto">#@Nojoto @Nojoto">#@Nojotohindi

जरा सुनये एक पते की बात,कहानी नहीं हकीकत हैं मेरे साथ।
कुछ 2,3 साल पूरी बात हैं, जिंदगी जी रहा था खुलकर मैं।
सभी के दिलों पर राज करता था,सभी अपनों के मुख से तारीफ़े अपनी सुना था।
तब सब को मेरा नाम पता था अजय पर कोई ये नहीं जानता था कि ये वो ही अजय हैं जिसकी हम तारीफ़े करते नहीं थकते।
कॉलेज का आखरी साल था तब घर में था कोई ,जो भगवान को प्यारा हो गया। महीने तक पता ना था कि जिंदगी कैसे चले रही हैं। किसी तरह ख़ुद को संभाल कर ,हिम्मत की, ज़िंदगी पहले की तरह जीने लगा।
चर्चे हर तरह होने लगें थे मेरे, ज़िन्दगी अच्छी चल रही थी। कॉलेज का आखरी साल खत्म होने वाला था exam सर पर थे। exam से एक महीने पहले अचानक आँखों में दर्द होने लगा,इतना जो सहन नहीं होता था। जब भी थोड़ी सी रोशनी आँखों पर पड़ती ,पानी गंगा की तरह बहने लगता था।
तब बस मुझे अंधेरे से प्यार हो गया,रोशनी मुझे बहुत सताती।
दवाईयाँ हज़ार खा ली पर इत्तु सा भी आराम नहीं, जब तक दवाई का असर है तब तक ठीक, असर खत्म होती ही फिर पहले जैसा।
ऐसा मेरे साथ दो महीने चलता रहा।
ऐसी बीच मैंने exam भी दिया,तब मुझे होश नहीं ,कुछ पता नहीं की मैं हूँ कहाँ।
Exam देनी जाता थी तब ये भी याद नहीं होता थी कि मैं जा कहाँ रहा हूँ और कहाँ पहुँच गया।
किसी तरह exam दिये, exam के 1 महीने बाद मेरी आँखें ख़ुद ठीक हो गयी,जैसे कुछ हुआ ही ना हो।


जब result आया तो देखा कि मेरा एक paper रहा गया। अब एक साल क्या करूँगा? ना जाने कैसे कैसे सवाल आये। एक दम सब से मिलना छूट गया,सारा दिन घर रहने लगा।

तब मैंने paper rechecking का form fill किया था। क्योंकि मुझे पक्का पता था कि मेरी re नहीं आ सकती।
Paper recheck में clear हो जायेगा। एक एक पल एक एक दिन की तरह गुजर रहा था,मानो ज़िन्दगी रुक गयी। मैं depression में चल गया। मुझे बस ये था कि घर बंध कर नहीं रहना हैं ,करना हैं कुछ बड़ा। पर कैसे?
तब मुझे choching के बारे में पता चला ,मैंने फिर choching पर जाना शुरू किया। वहाँ भी नाम कमाया,मेरी पहचान मेरी कलाकारी थी। जहाँ भी जाता वही मेरी कलाकारी सब को भाटी।
Choching पर जाते जाते,re-checking का result आया ,दुबारा पेपर देना होगा। बुरा तो लगा पर ...........................।


मैंने फिर कोशिश की ,अच्छे से पेपर की तैयारी की और पेपर दिया। पेपर ऐसा किया थी कि कोई फेल ना कर सकें।

Choching मेरी एक साल की पूरी होने वाली थी कि उसे से कुछ समय पहले result आ गया । result फेल।
बर्दाश्त नहीं हुआ,ऐसा कैसे हो सकता हैं मैं shok, प्रोफेसर shok, parents shok. सभी ऐसा हो ही नहीं सकता, मैंने पेपर निकलवाया। एक महीने के बाद पेपर आया तो देखा कि पेपर सारा सारी ठीक हैं ।check करने वाले ने बिना गलती के no. कम दे रहे है इतना ही नही आधे पेपर में no. नहीं दिया। तब भी मैंने कोशिश करना नहीं छोड़ा, कोशिश करता रहा।

मैंने अपने सभी प्रोफेसरो को दिखाया। सब की अलग अलग बात थी, कुछ ने कहा इसने कुछ नहीं होगा पेपर की दुबारा तैयारी करो, कुछ ने कहा कि कई बार टीचर सारे no. एक में दे देते हैं। इन्हीं सब बातों में 15 दिन निकल गया । किसी ने कोई help नहीं की।

माने तब फिर से re-check के form fill कर दिया। जब re-checking का result आया तो फिर से re। मैं यूनिवर्सिटी गया पापा के साथ ,कई दिनों तक चक्कर लगते रहे। यूनिवर्सिटी में मैंने अपना paper सभी को दिखाया, पर वहाँ सब की बोलती बंद थी। बड़े से बड़े प्रोफेसर को दिखाया सब ने कहा ये पास हैं आराम से ।
जानबुझ कर फेल कर रखा हैं ।इन दिनों मैं इतना टूट गया कि कई बार मरने की कोशिश की,road पर चलते चलते ना जाने कितने बार ऐसा करना चाहा।
पर
mind में बस एक बात थी कि अगर मैंने आज ऐसा किया तो मेरे माँ-बाप का क्या होगा।
मैंने कोर्ट केस करना चाहता तो यूनिवर्सिटी वालो ने फाइल दबा दी कहा अब टाइम ज्यादा हो गया, हमनें पहले का सारा रिकॉर्ड खत्म कर दिया।
ये बात मई 2017 की है। हर तरह हाथ पैर मारने के बाद भी वही खड़ा था जहाँ पहले खड़ा था।
इस के बाद मैं इतना टूट गया था की एक एक पल- एक एक दिन की तरह जा रहा था,फिर एक एक week की तरह ,फिर एक एक month की तरह।
बस मुझे इतना याद रहता थी कि आज मंगलवार हैं आज शनिवार हैं मुझे मंदिर जाना हैं बस इससे ज्यादा कुछ नहीं।
ऐसी बीच एक लड़की भी आए थी मेरी लाइफ में । जो कहती थी कि मैं तुम से प्यार करती हूँ तुम्हारे लिए कुछ भी कर सकती हूँ। उस लड़की ने मेरे करिब आकर मुझे इतना पागल कर दिया थी ,ऐसा कर दिया थी कि मुझे ये लगने लगा था कि अब ऐसी से शादी होगी। पर नियति को कुछ और ही मंजूर था।


नवंबर 2017 को मैंने फिर से exam दिया। इस बार मैंने पहले ही सभी प्रोफेसर को बोल दिया था कि ये पेपर अब आप को clear करवाना है। उन्होंने मेरा पूरी मद्दत की। तब भी मुझे होश नहीं रहता था motivational video हजारों देखी कोई फर्क नहीं पड़ता था। इन्हीं दिनों के बीच मैंने mom-dad को कई बार बोला कि मुझे अब नही जीना हैं ,मुझे मार दो। गुस्से में ना जाने कितने बार कहा। फ़िर एक दिन मैंने yayah bhoot wala की poem सुनी अच्छी लगी , मुझे उसे बारे में सब जाना हैं सारी poem सुनी bt मुझे कुछ और भी चाहते था, सुनते सुनते एक दिन मैंने झुमके वाली की poem सुनी । मुझे इतनी अच्छी लगी कि download कर ली। तब मुझे इस लड़की के बारे में सब जाना था। तब मुझे nojoto के बारे में पता चल और मैंने nojoto डाउनलोड कर लिया। ये बात dec.2017 की हैं।
तब कई बार मैं कॉलेज जाता हैं मेरे प्रोफेसर उन्मेष मिश्रा सर और राजल मैम ने मुझे हिम्मत दी कुछ नया शुरु करने की महीने भर के बाद हिम्मत कर के जनवरी में मैंने illusion art bnana start किया। एक के बाद एक art बनाता गया।
और झुमके वाली की हर बात मेरे खुश रहने की वजह बने लगी थी।
उस वक़्त मैंने अपनी खुशी और अपना दर्द लिखा। मेरे हर दर्द पर मरहम का काम सत्यप्रेम सर ने किया। मेरी हर nojoto स्टोर जो मैं फेसबुक पर add करता था तब हमेशा msg कर तारिफ करते थे।
और मैं sir को कहता ये सच हैं।
खुद को संभाल ही लिया था कि मुझे पता कि मैं जिस पर आँख बंद कर के विश्वास कर रहा था ,जिससे मैं शादी करना चाहता था उसने ही मुझे धोखा दिया। ये बात मुझे पता चली, सब अपनी आँखों से देखा 12 feb.2018 को । दिल करा की अभी इसको मार दूँ, दो चार थप्पड़ लगाऊ। बहुत ज्यादा गुस्सा आया था पर मैंने ख़ुद को संभाला ,उस वहीँ छोड़ दिया ,कुछ नही कहा उसे। जो हुआ वो सब मैंने अपने खास friends को बताई उन्होंने उसे बात की तब भी अपनी गलती ना देख कर,
मुझे ग़लत और खुद को सही बनाने लगी और मेरे दोस्तों के सामने मेरे हजार कमियां इस तरह गिनवाए जैसे मैं किसी का खून किया हो,किसी का बलात्कार किया हो। तब दोस्त ने बस एक बात कही मुझे ये की वो तेरे लायक नहीं। मैं खुद को सम्भाल नहीं पा रहा था। 14 feb.2018 को ही मैंने इस बारे में मैंने अपनी राजल mam से बात की जो हिंदी department की h.o.d हैं। उन्होंने मेरा Brain wosh किया। तब याद तो मिट गई पर feeling मुझे बहुत सताती थी।

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What is Success?

*At the age of 4 years ...* *Success is.*
That you do not urinate in your pants,

*At the age of 8 years ...* *Success is..*
To know the way back home.

*At the age of 12 years,* *success is..*
To have friends.

*At the age of 18 years,* *success is.*
To get a driver's license.

*At the age of 23 years,* *success is.*
To graduate from a university.

*At the age of 25 years,* *success is.*
To get an earning.

*At the age of 30 years,* *success is.*
To be a family Man.

*At the age of 35 years,* *success is.*
To make money.

*At the age of 45 years,* *success is.*
To maintain the appearance of a young man.

*At the age of 50 years,* *success is.*
To provide good education for your children.

*At the age of 55 years,* *success is.*
To still be able to perform your duties well.

*At the age of 60 years,* *success.*
To still be able to keep driving license.

*At the age of 65 years,* *success is.*
To live without disease.

*At the age of 70 years,* *success is.*
To not be a burden on any one.

*At the age of 75 years,* *success is.*
To have old friends.

*At the age of 81 years,* *success is.*
To know the way back home.

*At the age of 86 years,* *success is.*
That not to urinate in your pants again.
One of the best messages I have ever read.
Life is a cycle..

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I wasnt able to save them. 
(read the caption)

It was a routine morning, I was preparing my breakfast and was getting ready to start studying for my exam.
Until I heard people cursing someone and a heard a faint cry.
It was coming from my neighbouring flat, this was strange cause I don't have any neighbours.
Maybe the flat owner finally found a tenant for there bad conditioned flat.
Their voice was getting louder each minute and the cries were getting low.
I reached to my balcony to see what's going on.
The only way I could do that is by peeping, and I saw two old Male and a very old lady cursing a girl.
I wasn't able to recognise her face, as I didn't have my glasses with me at that time.
At the time I was listening to them,
Someone came closer to the balcony.
I thought they saw me, interfering in their private property.
I rushed inside of my flat, but Phew they come to shut the balcony window.
The arguments continued till 12.
And then everything went deadly silent.
At the time I was doing this, my eggs were burned as I left them on the stove and I didn't turn it off. so I had to eat bread butter in breakfast,
After having my breakfast.
I started studying for my exam that was tomorrow and I hadn't prepared for it yet.
I was studying then I heard loud pop music, coming from that same flat.
I couldn't study due to that loud music.
So I got up and went to that flat.
I rang the flat bell thrice but no one responded maybe cause of the loud music and then I shouted who is the asshole. Shut the damn music.
And the music stopped.
A girl opened the door, she seemed to be 20 yrs old.
She had these golden hair highlights and an adorable face.
she questioned me are you the one? That said asshole?
I replied..yeah, I didn't know that a girl lives there and was playing loud music.
And the very moment I said yeah,
She punched me in my face and said grow up moron.
And shut the door.
It was quite a punch, maybe she broke my nose or messed with my brain.
I got up, she again started playing loud music.
I rang the flats bell again,
She opened the door and said what do you want looser.
I replied, please if you could lower the music a little bit, I have my exam tomorrow and I hadn't studied for that. That's why my response was like that when you didn't listen. I am sorry.
She looked at my face and said ok, I would stop the music and that was a good welcoming punch, I am sveni.
I replied I am Abby. Thanks for the punch,
I was going and I slipped.
On her and I fall on the floor and our lips touched and we kissed.
And I was like I am fucked.
Run Abby run. ..
I got up and rushed to my room. I sat on my studying table and started studying for my exam.i studied the whole day.
At night I was so tired, I even didn't use my phone. I slept early and woke up at 7.
Cause my exam was at 8 Am.
I rushed to my exam centre and the exam was easy. The exam got over at 10:30.
I went to my home, and I passed by scenes flat.
I knocked at his flat, but no one responded. Suddenly the door opened.
It was not locked, I walked through his flat It was almost empty, there were blood drops on the following.
I followed that blood drop trails it took me to the bathroom, sveni was lying on the bathroom floor, with a deep cut on his hand and blood was all around her. I was completely numb on seeing this, I lift her up. I don't know where I got the strength to lift her up. I rushed to the lift.
With sveni in my hands and blood coming from that wound.
I took her to the nearest hospital in my car.
I put her on a stretcher on reaching hospital and doctors took her to the emergency room, they came out and said we couldn't save her.
But there is something we need to tell you.
We lost two lives, one of seven and the child she was carrying.
I was like she was pregnant.
There was a note in her pocket and doctors gave me that note.
I am not sure, I had a one night stand, I got pregnant and my parents think that I am a slut, a whore, the guy didn't take her responsibility and I didn't have the courage to be a single mother and face the world.
I am ending two lives cause society wouldn't have accepted me and I don't have the courage to face my parents.

She didn't take the responsibility of the child, not the guy.
The one who didn't even saw the world died before he or she could say his or her first words.

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2 Years of Nojoto Can you write a patriotic story?

This question was asked to me on Quora which is a social media app for asking questions and getting answers

Read the answer below

PRAKASH:

……………….

Year 1958 somewhere between Peshawar and Rawalpindi in Pakistan-

In some Pakistani school-

“Did you see that triple hundred scored by Hanif Mahamad?”

“Absolutely. He is a God”

“I wish I can bat like him one day”

“Stupid. First you need to register yourself to a cricket coaching camp”

“How do I do that? My father is labourer. He works for Khan saab. My father can't afford that. He barely puts foods on the table. It's a pipe dream which never going to be real”

(Silent crying)

“Don't be sad Prakash. When there's a will there's a way”

Couple of years later in Karachi-

“Alam Sir, I want to play cricket”

“Hmm. What is your name?”

“Prakash Sharma”

“Hindu!!! Wow!! I never thought I would see one in Pakistan!! Why are you people even here? Go back to your fucking Hindustan”

“You mean India!?”

“Yeah, whatever fancy name British gave. It will be always Hindustan to us. The point is Indians can't play cricket. Indians are lazy, idiots and unathletic superstitious dirty people. And you want to be a cricketer?!? Go be cobbler or something. That's more practical. Stupid Hindus”

Poor Prakash was broken hearted. He sat under one tree and cried his heart out.

When he went to his home, he saw his mother was quarreling with his father-

“If you send Asha to marry that bearded mullah. I will kill myself. He is old and already have five wives. Are you even human anymore?”

“You don't understand Shanti, we need money desperately. I can't carry this family anymore. He promised to give me 100 Pakistani rupees. Can you imagine 100 Pakistani rupees!!? That's a lot. They have money. Asha would be all right”

“You are selling your daughter”

“Yeah, what are the our options? No. Tell me Shanti. What is our option? We barely have any Hindus anymore after partion. Those who are here either begging or doing some slave job in Hyderabad. Asha would be okay marrying the Khan saab”

Prakash was already sad. He couldn't take this anymore. He went into his room and shut the door.

5 years later-

One morning-

Prakash was preparing to go in the paddy field as usual. Suddenly, he heard his old mother was crying.

“What happened?”

“They killed Asha. She wasn't young anymore. So they killed her after torturing her for so many years. They even sold her daughter to nearby ‘bayt daeara' (Brothel)”

Poor Prakash was feeling so helpless. He went to that bayt daeara to look for her niece.

But it was already too late. He found out that she was already sold to a Suadi Arabian theatre group. And they already were gone from Pakistan.

Poor Prakash thought at first to kill himself. Then he just bought a cheap wine from local illegal shop and got hammered.

He woke up hearing a lady voice.

“Bastard!! Get the hell out of here. Look he is sleeping here as if he owns the place”

(A lot of lady laughter)

Prakash was hung over from last night so he could barely see what was going on. He got up somehow. His head was still spinning.

He sat beside a nearby tree and again went to sleep. When he woke up, he heard a female crying voice. It was night time. He realised that he slept the whole day.

He went to look for the crying voice. He found one hole in one of the rooms where from the sound was coming. He peeked through the hole and he saw one guy in expensive salwar kameez was beating up one girl. He forced himself onto her.

Prakash could not watch anymore. He puked all over the place.

One hour later-

He again peeked through the hole and saw that the girl was still crying.

“Hey, behan (sister), do you want to get out of here?”

Girl was shocked.

“No. Who are you? Get out of there. If they saw you talking to me, they will kill you”

“Don't worry about me. I am coming from Punjab. I can take you out of here very easily. Now do you want to or not?”

“Why should I trust you? You are peeking through a hole?”

“Let's be honest, how much dangerous I can be, you are already going through hell everyday here”

“I don't know….”

“Don't think, just do it. We don't know when the guards would come back. I can't help you then”

“How do I get out of here?”

“Just jump from the window. I will catch you”

She did and Prakash managed to catch her.

But there was obviously sound. And guards were awakening.

“Come on, we don't have time. Let's run. We have to reach the station before they catch us”

While running both of them were hearing guard's realisation that one of their girl escaped.

They got on one compartment of a train. But the problem was that train wasn't moving.

“Saab, why the train isn't moving”

“Are you not from here? This train takes time to leave the station”

She was scared.

“Guards will be here and they will catch us and kill us”

“Shut up. Don't make any sound. It would be wise not to create any attention towards us”

One longest and insufferable hours passed-

Guards were searching through the station. They were searching all the trains including the one they were on. They were almost about to search their compartment. Both of them were sitting without taking any breath almost.

Suddenly, train started to move and leaved the station.

It was huge relief for both of them. They almost felt as if they were born again.

“What is your name?”

“Nusrat for now”

“What do you mean for now?”

“I was a hindu. They took me from home one night. And from then on I was living in that hell hole. I can't remember my actual name anymore”

“My name is Prakash Sharma. I will call you Archana from now on”

“Okay. Prakash ji. But where are we going?”

“My home”

When they reached their home and talked to Shanti and told her everything-

“What did you do? Now where do I keep her? I understand that you feel bad for the girl. But we can't keep her here. What will the neighbor say? Already there's a lot of social isolation because we are hindu. All kinds of things people say about us every other day. Now you bring her from bayt daeara!! I mean bayt daeara!!! You have lost your head”

“Just look at her eyes, mother. Just look at her innocent eyes and tell me that I didn't do the right thing”

Shanti could not hold herself back looking at sad innocent eyes of Archana. Both of them started to cry on each other shoulder.

Archana stayed there as Prakash's fake wife. Their relationship was just that. They never even spent in one room together.

Few months later-

People started to talk. One hindu nosy neighbour started to suspect something.

One day police came. They started to ask all kinds of questions about Archana.

Prakash managed to convince them otherwise. But police didn't look totally convinced.

Prakash realised that their nosy neighbour did this. When he confronted them about this.

“Sorry, Prakash, we live in good neighborhood. We don't want any unwanted attention here. It is always better to stay the good side of police”

Prakash was about give them his hard piece of mind but then he saw one of the police was talking to one of the guards from that bayt daeara in their police car.

He realised that there was no point arguing.

He came to Shanti and told her everything.

“Oh my god! What do we do now? Your father passed away. We just used to have both of us. Now because of Archana, we about to lose everything”

“I don't see that we have much options, mother. We have to escape to India. That is our only chance”

“What are you saying? How is it possible?”

“I have one friend in Lahore who illegally sell cows to India from border area. He has an understanding with the Pakistani border guards. I believe he can get us passed. We are childhood friend. He won't even take any money from us”

Archana heard everything.

“Thank you so much for everything. But it's time I return back to wherever I came from. I knew this won't last long. I can't put your family though anymore trouble because of me”

“What are you talking about, Archana? I didn't rescue you from that place to further sent you there. No, we are leaving Pakistan. I don't know where we would end up in India. But it would be better than Pakistan any day. I don't want to hear any negetivity from you”

“But why are you taking so many chances because of me? Is only because pity?”

“It was initially like that. But now I can't think my family without you”

“And why is that? What am I to you?”

“Someone close”

“Is that worth to take all this risk?”

“Absolutely”

Shanti was listening to both of their conversation. And last conversation put a smile on her face.

She was thinking, “These two don't even know that they like each other”

That night-

“What is going on, Prakash? Why your whole family is here?”

“Ali bhai, my friend, we are in serious trouble. We need to leave Pakistan immediately. Please help bhai. We will give you everything we have”

“No. No. Money isn't an issue. It's just that there has been more security tightening on the border than before. You know Kashmir issue has made everything more tensed between Hindustan and Pakistan. Cow smuggling is one thing but human!? It's completely different and risky. Let's see what I can do”

“Thank you so much bhai”

In India Pakistan border-

“I just talked to the border guards. They told me we just have one minute. If anyone sees us, we will be shot to death. Sorry, my friend. I can't help more than that”

“You have done so much already. I will always be grateful to you, my friend”

“Hey, you never know I might also settle in India in the future. The way things are regressing in Pakistan. Anything is possible”

“Absolutely, bhai. Absolutely”

All these rush made Shanti's old heart pumping. She realised that she was having heart attack.

“Prakash, you two go. I can't anymore. My heart is in tremendous pain”

“You have given birth to me, mother, I will never leave you. I will carry you on my shoulder, mother. Come quickly Archana”

But the road was too dangerous to carry Shanti. Prakash fall down crossing the border. Suddenly, bullets came flying in like rain.

One of the bullets took the head off Shanti.

Archana was about to shout through sheer shock but Prakash blocked her mouth with his hands and jumped across the border together leaving Shanti's dead body behind.

After getting close to Indian military camp, they both went unconscious because of all the stress and anxiety.

One day later-

Archana woke up.

“You finally woke up. I was starting to get worried. We are safe. I talked to Indian army, they are taking us to Delhi”

One Indian solder came.

“My name is lietenant Saeed Khan of Indian army. I have heard everything from Prakash. You are really brave and extremely lucky to be alive. I just talked my superiors and they have talked to the home minister. You are going to be awarded in Delhi. Your stories are all over the newspapers. Everyone is cheering your name in India. Wait for a big welcome in Delhi”

Prakash said, “Thank you so much Saab but we just want some peace and quiet place to stay.”

…………………………………………………………………………

Mordern day some where in India-

A laud cheer was going on in the press conference

One journalist asked, “Mr Rahul Sharma, today you are the captain of Indian cricket team. Best cricketer in the whole world. Some are even saying that you are the all time best ever. You are the most popular cricketer today. Yet we didn't know anything about your family past. How did you manage to keep this tragic yet such interesting past secret?”

Rahul Sharma replied, “I also didn't know anything about my great grandfather Prakash Sharma's struggle. Until few years ago in our old house I found the diary of my grand father's father who wrote this after hearing from his mother Archana Sharma. I then decided to publish this book. I had to share this with everyone”

(Another loud clapping sound was going on)

THE END

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PRAKASH:

……………….

Year 1958 somewhere between Peshawar and Rawalpindi in Pakistan-

In some Pakistani school-

“Did you see that triple hundred scored by Hanif Mahamad?”

“Absolutely. He is a God”

“I wish I can bat like him one day”

“Stupid. First you need to register yourself to a cricket coaching camp”

“How do I do that? My father is labourer. He works for Khan saab. My father can't afford that. He barely puts foods on the table. It's a pipe dream which never going to be real”

(Silent crying)

“Don't be sad Prakash. When there's a will there's a way”

Couple of years later in Karachi-

“Alam Sir, I want to play cricket”

“Hmm. What is your name?”

“Prakash Sharma”

“Hindu!!! Wow!! I never thought I would see one in Pakistan!! Why are you people even here? Go back to your fucking Hindustan”

“You mean India!?”

“Yeah, whatever fancy name British gave. It will be always Hindustan to us. The point is Indians can't play cricket. Indians are lazy, idiots and unathletic superstitious dirty people. And you want to be a cricketer?!? Go be cobbler or something. That's more practical. Stupid Hindus”

Poor Prakash was broken hearted. He sat under one tree and cried his heart out.

When he went to his home, he saw his mother was quarreling with his father-

“If you send Asha to marry that bearded mullah. I will kill myself. He is old and already have five wives. Are you even human anymore?”

“You don't understand Shanti, we need money desperately. I can't carry this family anymore. He promised to give me 100 Pakistani rupees. Can you imagine 100 Pakistani rupees!!? That's a lot. They have money. Asha would be all right”

“You are selling your daughter”

“Yeah, what are the our options? No. Tell me Shanti. What is our option? We barely have any Hindus anymore after partion. Those who are here either begging or doing some slave job in Hyderabad. Asha would be okay marrying the Khan saab”

Prakash was already sad. He couldn't take this anymore. He went into his room and shut the door.

5 years later-

One morning-

Prakash was preparing to go in the paddy field as usual. Suddenly, he heard his old mother was crying.

“What happened?”

“They killed Asha. She wasn't young anymore. So they killed her after torturing her for so many years. They even sold her daughter to nearby ‘bayt daeara' (Brothel)”

Poor Prakash was feeling so helpless. He went to that bayt daeara to look for her niece.

But it was already too late. He found out that she was already sold to a Suadi Arabian theatre group. And they already were gone from Pakistan.

Poor Prakash thought at first to kill himself. Then he just bought a cheap wine from local illegal shop and got hammered.

He woke up hearing a lady voice.

“Bastard!! Get the hell out of here. Look he is sleeping here as if he owns the place”

(A lot of lady laughter)

Prakash was hung over from last night so he could barely see what was going on. He got up somehow. His head was still spinning.

He sat beside a nearby tree and again went to sleep. When he woke up, he heard a female crying voice. It was night time. He realised that he slept the whole day.

He went to look for the crying voice. He found one hole in one of the rooms where from the sound was coming. He peeked through the hole and he saw one guy in expensive salwar kameez was beating up one girl. He forced himself onto her.

Prakash could not watch anymore. He puked all over the place.

One hour later-

He again peeked through the hole and saw that the girl was still crying.

“Hey, behan (sister), do you want to get out of here?”

Girl was shocked.

“No. Who are you? Get out of there. If they saw you talking to me, they will kill you”

“Don't worry about me. I am coming from Punjab. I can take you out of here very easily. Now do you want to or not?”

“Why should I trust you? You are peeking through a hole?”

“Let's be honest, how much dangerous I can be, you are already going through hell everyday here”

“I don't know….”

“Don't think, just do it. We don't know when the guards would come back. I can't help you then”

“How do I get out of here?”

“Just jump from the window. I will catch you”

She did and Prakash managed to catch her.

But there was obviously sound. And guards were awakening.

“Come on, we don't have time. Let's run. We have to reach the station before they catch us”

While running both of them were hearing guard's realisation that one of their girl escaped.

They got on one compartment of a train. But the problem was that train wasn't moving.

“Saab, why the train isn't moving”

“Are you not from here? This train takes time to leave the station”

She was scared.

“Guards will be here and they will catch us and kill us”

“Shut up. Don't make any sound. It would be wise not to create any attention towards us”

One longest and insufferable hours passed-

Guards were searching through the station. They were searching all the trains including the one they were on. They were almost about to search their compartment. Both of them were sitting without taking any breath almost.

Suddenly, train started to move and leaved the station.

It was huge relief for both of them. They almost felt as if they were born again.

“What is your name?”

“Nusrat for now”

“What do you mean for now?”

“I was a hindu. They took me from home one night. And from then on I was living in that hell hole. I can't remember my actual name anymore”

“My name is Prakash Sharma. I will call you Archana from now on”

“Okay. Prakash ji. But where are we going?”

“My home”

When they reached their home and talked to Shanti and told her everything-

“What did you do? Now where do I keep her? I understand that you feel bad for the girl. But we can't keep her here. What will the neighbor say? Already there's a lot of social isolation because we are hindu. All kinds of things people say about us every other day. Now you bring her from bayt daeara!! I mean bayt daeara!!! You have lost your head”

“Just look at her eyes, mother. Just look at her innocent eyes and tell me that I didn't do the right thing”

Shanti could not hold herself back looking at sad innocent eyes of Archana. Both of them started to cry on each other shoulder.

Archana stayed there as Prakash's fake wife. Their relationship was just that. They never even spent in one room together.

Few months later-

People started to talk. One hindu nosy neighbour started to suspect something.

One day police came. They started to ask all kinds of questions about Archana.

Prakash managed to convince them otherwise. But police didn't look totally convinced.

Prakash realised that their nosy neighbour did this. When he confronted them about this.

“Sorry, Prakash, we live in good neighborhood. We don't want any unwanted attention here. It is always better to stay the good side of police”

Prakash was about give them his hard piece of mind but then he saw one of the police was talking to one of the guards from that bayt daeara in their police car.

He realised that there was no point arguing.

He came to Shanti and told her everything.

“Oh my god! What do we do now? Your father passed away. We just used to have both of us. Now because of Archana, we about to lose everything”

“I don't see that we have much options, mother. We have to escape to India. That is our only chance”

“What are you saying? How is it possible?”

“I have one friend in Lahore who illegally sell cows to India from border area. He has an understanding with the Pakistani border guards. I believe he can get us passed. We are childhood friend. He won't even take any money from us”

Archana heard everything.

“Thank you so much for everything. But it's time I return back to wherever I came from. I knew this won't last long. I can't put your family though anymore trouble because of me”

“What are you talking about, Archana? I didn't rescue you from that place to further sent you there. No, we are leaving Pakistan. I don't know where we would end up in India. But it would be better than Pakistan any day. I don't want to hear any negetivity from you”

“But why are you taking so many chances because of me? Is only because pity?”

“It was initially like that. But now I can't think my family without you”

“And why is that? What am I to you?”

“Someone close”

“Is that worth to take all this risk?”

“Absolutely”

Shanti was listening to both of their conversation. And last conversation put a smile on her face.

She was thinking, “These two don't even know that they like each other”

That night-

“What is going on, Prakash? Why your whole family is here?”

“Ali bhai, my friend, we are in serious trouble. We need to leave Pakistan immediately. Please help bhai. We will give you everything we have”

“No. No. Money isn't an issue. It's just that there has been more security tightening on the border than before. You know Kashmir issue has made everything more tensed between Hindustan and Pakistan. Cow smuggling is one thing but human!? It's completely different and risky. Let's see what I can do”

“Thank you so much bhai”

In India Pakistan border-

“I just talked to the border guards. They told me we just have one minute. If anyone sees us, we will be shot to death. Sorry, my friend. I can't help more than that”

“You have done so much already. I will always be grateful to you, my friend”

“Hey, you never know I might also settle in India in the future. The way things are regressing in Pakistan. Anything is possible”

“Absolutely, bhai. Absolutely”

All these rush made Shanti's old heart pumping. She realised that she was having heart attack.

“Prakash, you two go. I can't anymore. My heart is in tremendous pain”

“You have given birth to me, mother, I will never leave you. I will carry you on my shoulder, mother. Come quickly Archana”

But the road was too dangerous to carry Shanti. Prakash fall down crossing the border. Suddenly, bullets came flying in like rain.

One of the bullets took the head off Shanti.

Archana was about to shout through sheer shock but Prakash blocked her mouth with his hands and jumped across the border together leaving Shanti's dead body behind.

After getting close to Indian military camp, they both went unconscious because of all the stress and anxiety.

One day later-

Archana woke up.

“You finally woke up. I was starting to get worried. We are safe. I talked to Indian army, they are taking us to Delhi”

One Indian solder came.

“My name is lietenant Saeed Khan of Indian army. I have heard everything from Prakash. You are really brave and extremely lucky to be alive. I just talked my superiors and they have talked to the home minister. You are going to be awarded in Delhi. Your stories are all over the newspapers. Everyone is cheering your name in India. Wait for a big welcome in Delhi”

Prakash said, “Thank you so much Saab but we just want some peace and quiet place to stay.”

…………………………………………………………………………

Mordern day some where in India-

A laud cheer was going on in the press conference

One journalist asked, “Mr Rahul Sharma, today you are the captain of Indian cricket team. Best cricketer in the whole world. Some are even saying that you are the all time best ever. You are the most popular cricketer today. Yet we didn't know anything about your family past. How did you manage to keep this tragic yet such interesting past secret?”

Rahul Sharma replied, “I also didn't know anything about my great grandfather Prakash Sharma's struggle. Until few years ago in our old house I found the diary of my grand father's father who wrote this after hearing from his mother Archana Sharma. I then decided to publish this book. I had to share this with everyone”

(Another loud clapping sound was going on)

THE END

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इत्तु से पैग़ाम मेरी ज़िंदगी के नाम।

#kalakaksh #nosuicide #story #kahani #nojoto #nojotohindi 

जरा सुनये एक पते की बात,कहानी नहीं हकीकत हैं मेरे साथ।
कुछ 2,3 साल पूरी बात हैं, जिंदगी जी रहा था खुलकर मैं।
सभी के दिलों पर राज करता था,सभी अपनों के मुख से तारीफ़े अपनी सुना था।
तब सब को मेरा नाम पता था अजय पर कोई ये नहीं जानता था कि ये वो ही अजय हैं जिसकी हम तारीफ़े करते नहीं थकते।
कॉलेज का आखरी साल था तब घर में था कोई ,जो भगवान को प्यारा हो गया। महीने  तक पता ना था कि जिंदगी कैसे चले रही हैं। किसी तरह ख़ुद को संभाल कर ,हिम्मत  की, ज़िंदगी पहले की तरह जीने लगा।
चर्चे हर तरह होने लगें थे मेरे, ज़िन्दगी अच्छी चल रही थी। कॉलेज का आखरी साल खत्म होने वाला था exam सर पर थे। exam से एक महीने पहले अचानक आँखों में दर्द होने लगा,इतना जो सहन नहीं होता था। जब भी थोड़ी सी रोशनी आँखों पर पड़ती ,पानी गंगा की तरह बहने लगता था।
तब बस मुझे अंधेरे से प्यार हो गया,रोशनी मुझे बहुत सताती।
दवाईयाँ हज़ार खा ली पर इत्तु सा भी आराम नहीं, जब तक दवाई का असर है तब तक ठीक, असर खत्म होती ही फिर पहले जैसा।
ऐसा मेरे साथ दो महीने चलता रहा।
ऐसी बीच मैंने exam भी दिया,तब मुझे होश नहीं ,कुछ पता नहीं की मैं हूँ कहाँ।
Exam देनी जाता थी तब ये भी याद नहीं होता थी कि मैं जा कहाँ रहा हूँ और कहाँ पहुँच गया।
किसी तरह exam दिये, exam के 1 महीने बाद मेरी आँखें ख़ुद ठीक हो गयी,जैसे कुछ हुआ ही ना हो।


जब result आया तो देखा कि मेरा एक paper रहा गया। अब एक साल क्या करूँगा? ना जाने कैसे कैसे सवाल आये। एक दम सब से मिलना छूट गया,सारा दिन घर रहने लगा।

तब मैंने paper rechecking का form fill किया था। क्योंकि मुझे पक्का पता था कि मेरी re नहीं आ सकती।
Paper recheck में clear हो जायेगा। एक एक पल एक एक दिन की तरह गुजर रहा था,मानो ज़िन्दगी रुक गयी।   मैं depression में चल गया। मुझे बस ये था कि घर बंध कर नहीं रहना हैं ,करना हैं कुछ बड़ा। पर कैसे?
तब मुझे choching के बारे में पता चला ,मैंने फिर choching पर जाना शुरू किया। वहाँ भी नाम कमाया,मेरी पहचान मेरी कलाकारी थी। जहाँ भी जाता वही मेरी कलाकारी  सब को भाटी।
Choching पर जाते जाते,re-checking का result आया ,दुबारा पेपर देना होगा। बुरा तो लगा पर ...........................।


मैंने फिर कोशिश की ,अच्छे से पेपर की तैयारी की और  पेपर दिया। पेपर ऐसा किया थी कि कोई फेल ना कर सकें।

Choching मेरी एक साल की पूरी होने वाली थी कि उसे से कुछ समय पहले result आ गया । result फेल।
बर्दाश्त नहीं हुआ,ऐसा कैसे हो सकता हैं मैं shok, प्रोफेसर shok, parents shok. सभी ऐसा हो ही नहीं सकता, मैंने पेपर निकलवाया। एक महीने के बाद पेपर आया तो देखा कि पेपर सारा सारी ठीक हैं ।check करने वाले ने बिना गलती के no. कम दे रहे है इतना ही नही आधे पेपर में no. नहीं दिया।  तब भी मैंने कोशिश करना नहीं छोड़ा, कोशिश करता रहा।

मैंने अपने सभी प्रोफेसरो को दिखाया। सब की अलग अलग बात थी, कुछ ने कहा इसने कुछ नहीं होगा पेपर की दुबारा तैयारी करो, कुछ ने कहा कि कई बार टीचर सारे no. एक में दे देते हैं। इन्हीं सब बातों में 15 दिन निकल गया । किसी ने कोई help नहीं की। 

माने तब फिर से re-check के form fill कर दिया। जब re-checking का result आया तो फिर से re। मैं यूनिवर्सिटी गया पापा के साथ ,कई दिनों तक चक्कर लगते रहे। यूनिवर्सिटी में मैंने अपना paper सभी को दिखाया, पर वहाँ सब की बोलती बंद थी। बड़े से बड़े प्रोफेसर को दिखाया सब ने कहा ये पास हैं आराम से ।
जानबुझ कर फेल कर रखा हैं ।इन दिनों मैं इतना टूट गया कि कई बार मरने की कोशिश की,road पर चलते चलते ना जाने कितने बार ऐसा करना चाहा। 
पर
mind में बस एक बात थी कि अगर मैंने आज ऐसा किया तो मेरे माँ-बाप का क्या होगा।
 मैंने कोर्ट केस करना चाहता तो यूनिवर्सिटी वालो ने फाइल दबा दी कहा अब टाइम ज्यादा हो गया, हमनें पहले का सारा रिकॉर्ड खत्म कर दिया।
ये बात मई 2017  की है। हर तरह हाथ पैर मारने के बाद भी वही खड़ा था जहाँ पहले खड़ा था। 
इस के बाद मैं इतना टूट गया था की एक एक पल- एक एक दिन की तरह जा रहा था,फिर एक एक week की तरह ,फिर एक एक month की तरह।
बस मुझे इतना याद रहता थी कि आज मंगलवार हैं आज शनिवार हैं मुझे मंदिर जाना हैं बस इससे ज्यादा कुछ नहीं।
ऐसी बीच एक लड़की भी आए थी मेरी लाइफ में । जो कहती थी कि मैं तुम से प्यार करती हूँ तुम्हारे लिए कुछ भी कर सकती हूँ। उस लड़की ने मेरे करिब आकर मुझे इतना पागल कर दिया थी ,ऐसा कर दिया थी कि मुझे ये लगने लगा था कि अब ऐसी से शादी होगी। पर नियति को कुछ और ही मंजूर था।


नवंबर 2017 को मैंने फिर से exam दिया। इस बार मैंने पहले ही सभी प्रोफेसर को बोल दिया था कि ये पेपर अब आप को clear करवाना है। उन्होंने मेरा पूरी मद्दत की।  तब भी मुझे होश नहीं रहता था motivational video हजारों देखी कोई फर्क नहीं पड़ता था। इन्हीं दिनों  के बीच मैंने mom-dad को कई बार बोला कि मुझे अब नही जीना हैं ,मुझे मार दो। गुस्से में ना जाने कितने बार कहा। फ़िर एक दिन मैंने yayah bhoot wala की poem सुनी अच्छी लगी , मुझे उसे बारे में सब जाना हैं सारी poem सुनी bt मुझे कुछ और भी चाहते था, सुनते सुनते एक दिन मैंने झुमके वाली की poem सुनी । मुझे इतनी अच्छी लगी कि download कर ली। तब मुझे इस लड़की के बारे में सब जाना था। तब मुझे nojoto के बारे में पता चल और मैंने nojoto डाउनलोड कर लिया। ये बात dec.2017 की हैं।
तब कई बार मैं कॉलेज जाता हैं मेरे प्रोफेसर उन्मेष मिश्रा सर और राजल मैम ने मुझे हिम्मत दी कुछ नया शुरु करने की महीने भर के बाद हिम्मत कर के जनवरी में मैंने illusion art bnana start किया। एक के बाद एक art बनाता गया।
और झुमके वाली की हर बात मेरे खुश रहने की वजह बने लगी थी।
उस वक़्त मैंने अपनी खुशी और अपना दर्द लिखा। मेरे हर दर्द पर मरहम का काम सत्यप्रेम सर ने किया। मेरी हर  nojoto स्टोर जो मैं फेसबुक पर add करता था तब हमेशा msg कर तारिफ करते थे।
और मैं sir को कहता ये सच हैं।
खुद को संभाल ही लिया था कि मुझे पता कि मैं जिस पर आँख बंद कर के विश्वास कर रहा था ,जिससे मैं शादी करना चाहता था उसने ही मुझे धोखा दिया। ये बात मुझे पता चली, सब अपनी आँखों से देखा 12 feb.2018 को । दिल करा की अभी इसको मार दूँ, दो चार थप्पड़ लगाऊ। बहुत ज्यादा गुस्सा आया था पर मैंने ख़ुद को संभाला ,उस वहीँ छोड़ दिया ,कुछ नही कहा उसे। जो हुआ वो सब मैंने अपने खास friends को बताई उन्होंने उसे बात की तब भी अपनी गलती ना देख कर,
मुझे ग़लत और  खुद को सही बनाने लगी और मेरे दोस्तों के सामने मेरे हजार कमियां इस तरह गिनवाए जैसे मैं किसी का खून किया हो,किसी का बलात्कार किया हो। तब दोस्त ने बस एक बात कही मुझे ये की वो तेरे लायक नहीं। मैं खुद को सम्भाल नहीं पा रहा था। 14 feb.2018 को ही मैंने इस बारे में मैंने अपनी राजल mam से बात की जो हिंदी department की h.o.d हैं। उन्होंने मेरा Brain wosh किया। तब याद तो मिट गई पर feeling मुझे बहुत सताती थी।

तब मेरी help सत्यप्रेम sir, love भाई और अनुष्का मैम ने की।
 उसका दिया सब कुछ खत्म कर दिया। पर जनवरी से ही धीरे धीरे मेरे खुश रहने की वजह झुमके वाली बने लगी थी। 15 feb 2018 से लगातार झुमके वाली पर लिखता रहा और साथ illusion art बनाता रहा। march में होली वाले दिन पहले बार मेरी मेरी झुमके वाली से बात हुई।उस दिन मैं बहुत खुश था। अपनी खुशी हर तरह बाँट रहा था। किसी तरह मैं ठीक हुआ। nojoto family का साथ मिला।  पर किस्मत कुछ और चाहती था। exam का result आया फिर से re आई। फिर से पेपर निकलवाने हैं, फिर से सब को दिखाया,फिर से paper दुबारा चेक के लिए form fill किया । बस अब result का इंतज़ार हैं। 
आज भी लड़ रहा हूँ क़िस्मत से, देखना है कब देगी ये क़िस्मत साथ मेरा।

इत्तु से पैग़ाम मेरी ज़िंदगी के नाम।

#kalakaksh #NoSuicide #story #kahani @Nojoto">#@Nojoto @Nojoto">#@Nojotohindi

जरा सुनये एक पते की बात,कहानी नहीं हकीकत हैं मेरे साथ।
कुछ 2,3 साल पूरी बात हैं, जिंदगी जी रहा था खुलकर मैं।
सभी के दिलों पर राज करता था,सभी अपनों के मुख से तारीफ़े अपनी सुना था।
तब सब को मेरा नाम पता था अजय पर कोई ये नहीं जानता था कि ये वो ही अजय हैं जिसकी हम तारीफ़े करते नहीं थकते।
कॉलेज का आखरी साल था तब घर में था कोई ,जो भगवान को प्यारा हो गया। महीने तक पता ना था कि जिंदगी कैसे चले रही हैं। किसी तरह ख़ुद को संभाल कर ,हिम्मत की, ज़िंदगी पहले की तरह जीने लगा।
चर्चे हर तरह होने लगें थे मेरे, ज़िन्दगी अच्छी चल रही थी। कॉलेज का आखरी साल खत्म होने वाला था exam सर पर थे। exam से एक महीने पहले अचानक आँखों में दर्द होने लगा,इतना जो सहन नहीं होता था। जब भी थोड़ी सी रोशनी आँखों पर पड़ती ,पानी गंगा की तरह बहने लगता था।
तब बस मुझे अंधेरे से प्यार हो गया,रोशनी मुझे बहुत सताती।
दवाईयाँ हज़ार खा ली पर इत्तु सा भी आराम नहीं, जब तक दवाई का असर है तब तक ठीक, असर खत्म होती ही फिर पहले जैसा।
ऐसा मेरे साथ दो महीने चलता रहा।
ऐसी बीच मैंने exam भी दिया,तब मुझे होश नहीं ,कुछ पता नहीं की मैं हूँ कहाँ।
Exam देनी जाता थी तब ये भी याद नहीं होता थी कि मैं जा कहाँ रहा हूँ और कहाँ पहुँच गया।
किसी तरह exam दिये, exam के 1 महीने बाद मेरी आँखें ख़ुद ठीक हो गयी,जैसे कुछ हुआ ही ना हो।


जब result आया तो देखा कि मेरा एक paper रहा गया। अब एक साल क्या करूँगा? ना जाने कैसे कैसे सवाल आये। एक दम सब से मिलना छूट गया,सारा दिन घर रहने लगा।

तब मैंने paper rechecking का form fill किया था। क्योंकि मुझे पक्का पता था कि मेरी re नहीं आ सकती।
Paper recheck में clear हो जायेगा। एक एक पल एक एक दिन की तरह गुजर रहा था,मानो ज़िन्दगी रुक गयी। मैं depression में चल गया। मुझे बस ये था कि घर बंध कर नहीं रहना हैं ,करना हैं कुछ बड़ा। पर कैसे?
तब मुझे choching के बारे में पता चला ,मैंने फिर choching पर जाना शुरू किया। वहाँ भी नाम कमाया,मेरी पहचान मेरी कलाकारी थी। जहाँ भी जाता वही मेरी कलाकारी सब को भाटी।
Choching पर जाते जाते,re-checking का result आया ,दुबारा पेपर देना होगा। बुरा तो लगा पर ...........................।


मैंने फिर कोशिश की ,अच्छे से पेपर की तैयारी की और पेपर दिया। पेपर ऐसा किया थी कि कोई फेल ना कर सकें।

Choching मेरी एक साल की पूरी होने वाली थी कि उसे से कुछ समय पहले result आ गया । result फेल।
बर्दाश्त नहीं हुआ,ऐसा कैसे हो सकता हैं मैं shok, प्रोफेसर shok, parents shok. सभी ऐसा हो ही नहीं सकता, मैंने पेपर निकलवाया। एक महीने के बाद पेपर आया तो देखा कि पेपर सारा सारी ठीक हैं ।check करने वाले ने बिना गलती के no. कम दे रहे है इतना ही नही आधे पेपर में no. नहीं दिया। तब भी मैंने कोशिश करना नहीं छोड़ा, कोशिश करता रहा।

मैंने अपने सभी प्रोफेसरो को दिखाया। सब की अलग अलग बात थी, कुछ ने कहा इसने कुछ नहीं होगा पेपर की दुबारा तैयारी करो, कुछ ने कहा कि कई बार टीचर सारे no. एक में दे देते हैं। इन्हीं सब बातों में 15 दिन निकल गया । किसी ने कोई help नहीं की।

माने तब फिर से re-check के form fill कर दिया। जब re-checking का result आया तो फिर से re। मैं यूनिवर्सिटी गया पापा के साथ ,कई दिनों तक चक्कर लगते रहे। यूनिवर्सिटी में मैंने अपना paper सभी को दिखाया, पर वहाँ सब की बोलती बंद थी। बड़े से बड़े प्रोफेसर को दिखाया सब ने कहा ये पास हैं आराम से ।
जानबुझ कर फेल कर रखा हैं ।इन दिनों मैं इतना टूट गया कि कई बार मरने की कोशिश की,road पर चलते चलते ना जाने कितने बार ऐसा करना चाहा।
पर
mind में बस एक बात थी कि अगर मैंने आज ऐसा किया तो मेरे माँ-बाप का क्या होगा।
मैंने कोर्ट केस करना चाहता तो यूनिवर्सिटी वालो ने फाइल दबा दी कहा अब टाइम ज्यादा हो गया, हमनें पहले का सारा रिकॉर्ड खत्म कर दिया।
ये बात मई 2017 की है। हर तरह हाथ पैर मारने के बाद भी वही खड़ा था जहाँ पहले खड़ा था।
इस के बाद मैं इतना टूट गया था की एक एक पल- एक एक दिन की तरह जा रहा था,फिर एक एक week की तरह ,फिर एक एक month की तरह।
बस मुझे इतना याद रहता थी कि आज मंगलवार हैं आज शनिवार हैं मुझे मंदिर जाना हैं बस इससे ज्यादा कुछ नहीं।
ऐसी बीच एक लड़की भी आए थी मेरी लाइफ में । जो कहती थी कि मैं तुम से प्यार करती हूँ तुम्हारे लिए कुछ भी कर सकती हूँ। उस लड़की ने मेरे करिब आकर मुझे इतना पागल कर दिया थी ,ऐसा कर दिया थी कि मुझे ये लगने लगा था कि अब ऐसी से शादी होगी। पर नियति को कुछ और ही मंजूर था।


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तब कई बार मैं कॉलेज जाता हैं मेरे प्रोफेसर उन्मेष मिश्रा सर और राजल मैम ने मुझे हिम्मत दी कुछ नया शुरु करने की महीने भर के बाद हिम्मत कर के जनवरी में मैंने illusion art bnana start किया। एक के बाद एक art बनाता गया।
और झुमके वाली की हर बात मेरे खुश रहने की वजह बने लगी थी।
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What is Success?

*At the age of 4 years ...* *Success is.*
That you do not urinate in your pants,

*At the age of 8 years ...* *Success is..*
To know the way back home.

*At the age of 12 years,* *success is..*
To have friends.

*At the age of 18 years,* *success is.*
To get a driver's license.

*At the age of 23 years,* *success is.*
To graduate from a university.

*At the age of 25 years,* *success is.*
To get an earning.

*At the age of 30 years,* *success is.*
To be a family Man.

*At the age of 35 years,* *success is.*
To make money.

*At the age of 45 years,* *success is.*
To maintain the appearance of a young man.

*At the age of 50 years,* *success is.*
To provide good education for your children.

*At the age of 55 years,* *success is.*
To still be able to perform your duties well.

*At the age of 60 years,* *success.*
To still be able to keep driving license.

*At the age of 65 years,* *success is.*
To live without disease.

*At the age of 70 years,* *success is.*
To not be a burden on any one.

*At the age of 75 years,* *success is.*
To have old friends.

*At the age of 81 years,* *success is.*
To know the way back home.

*At the age of 86 years,* *success is.*
That not to urinate in your pants again.
One of the best messages I have ever read.
Life is a cycle..

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I wasnt able to save them. 
(read the caption)

It was a routine morning, I was preparing my breakfast and was getting ready to start studying for my exam.
Until I heard people cursing someone and a heard a faint cry.
It was coming from my neighbouring flat, this was strange cause I don't have any neighbours.
Maybe the flat owner finally found a tenant for there bad conditioned flat.
Their voice was getting louder each minute and the cries were getting low.
I reached to my balcony to see what's going on.
The only way I could do that is by peeping, and I saw two old Male and a very old lady cursing a girl.
I wasn't able to recognise her face, as I didn't have my glasses with me at that time.
At the time I was listening to them,
Someone came closer to the balcony.
I thought they saw me, interfering in their private property.
I rushed inside of my flat, but Phew they come to shut the balcony window.
The arguments continued till 12.
And then everything went deadly silent.
At the time I was doing this, my eggs were burned as I left them on the stove and I didn't turn it off. so I had to eat bread butter in breakfast,
After having my breakfast.
I started studying for my exam that was tomorrow and I hadn't prepared for it yet.
I was studying then I heard loud pop music, coming from that same flat.
I couldn't study due to that loud music.
So I got up and went to that flat.
I rang the flat bell thrice but no one responded maybe cause of the loud music and then I shouted who is the asshole. Shut the damn music.
And the music stopped.
A girl opened the door, she seemed to be 20 yrs old.
She had these golden hair highlights and an adorable face.
she questioned me are you the one? That said asshole?
I replied..yeah, I didn't know that a girl lives there and was playing loud music.
And the very moment I said yeah,
She punched me in my face and said grow up moron.
And shut the door.
It was quite a punch, maybe she broke my nose or messed with my brain.
I got up, she again started playing loud music.
I rang the flats bell again,
She opened the door and said what do you want looser.
I replied, please if you could lower the music a little bit, I have my exam tomorrow and I hadn't studied for that. That's why my response was like that when you didn't listen. I am sorry.
She looked at my face and said ok, I would stop the music and that was a good welcoming punch, I am sveni.
I replied I am Abby. Thanks for the punch,
I was going and I slipped.
On her and I fall on the floor and our lips touched and we kissed.
And I was like I am fucked.
Run Abby run. ..
I got up and rushed to my room. I sat on my studying table and started studying for my exam.i studied the whole day.
At night I was so tired, I even didn't use my phone. I slept early and woke up at 7.
Cause my exam was at 8 Am.
I rushed to my exam centre and the exam was easy. The exam got over at 10:30.
I went to my home, and I passed by scenes flat.
I knocked at his flat, but no one responded. Suddenly the door opened.
It was not locked, I walked through his flat It was almost empty, there were blood drops on the following.
I followed that blood drop trails it took me to the bathroom, sveni was lying on the bathroom floor, with a deep cut on his hand and blood was all around her. I was completely numb on seeing this, I lift her up. I don't know where I got the strength to lift her up. I rushed to the lift.
With sveni in my hands and blood coming from that wound.
I took her to the nearest hospital in my car.
I put her on a stretcher on reaching hospital and doctors took her to the emergency room, they came out and said we couldn't save her.
But there is something we need to tell you.
We lost two lives, one of seven and the child she was carrying.
I was like she was pregnant.
There was a note in her pocket and doctors gave me that note.
I am not sure, I had a one night stand, I got pregnant and my parents think that I am a slut, a whore, the guy didn't take her responsibility and I didn't have the courage to be a single mother and face the world.
I am ending two lives cause society wouldn't have accepted me and I don't have the courage to face my parents.

She didn't take the responsibility of the child, not the guy.
The one who didn't even saw the world died before he or she could say his or her first words.

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2 Years of Nojoto Can you write a patriotic story?

This question was asked to me on Quora which is a social media app for asking questions and getting answers

Read the answer below

PRAKASH:

……………….

Year 1958 somewhere between Peshawar and Rawalpindi in Pakistan-

In some Pakistani school-

“Did you see that triple hundred scored by Hanif Mahamad?”

“Absolutely. He is a God”

“I wish I can bat like him one day”

“Stupid. First you need to register yourself to a cricket coaching camp”

“How do I do that? My father is labourer. He works for Khan saab. My father can't afford that. He barely puts foods on the table. It's a pipe dream which never going to be real”

(Silent crying)

“Don't be sad Prakash. When there's a will there's a way”

Couple of years later in Karachi-

“Alam Sir, I want to play cricket”

“Hmm. What is your name?”

“Prakash Sharma”

“Hindu!!! Wow!! I never thought I would see one in Pakistan!! Why are you people even here? Go back to your fucking Hindustan”

“You mean India!?”

“Yeah, whatever fancy name British gave. It will be always Hindustan to us. The point is Indians can't play cricket. Indians are lazy, idiots and unathletic superstitious dirty people. And you want to be a cricketer?!? Go be cobbler or something. That's more practical. Stupid Hindus”

Poor Prakash was broken hearted. He sat under one tree and cried his heart out.

When he went to his home, he saw his mother was quarreling with his father-

“If you send Asha to marry that bearded mullah. I will kill myself. He is old and already have five wives. Are you even human anymore?”

“You don't understand Shanti, we need money desperately. I can't carry this family anymore. He promised to give me 100 Pakistani rupees. Can you imagine 100 Pakistani rupees!!? That's a lot. They have money. Asha would be all right”

“You are selling your daughter”

“Yeah, what are the our options? No. Tell me Shanti. What is our option? We barely have any Hindus anymore after partion. Those who are here either begging or doing some slave job in Hyderabad. Asha would be okay marrying the Khan saab”

Prakash was already sad. He couldn't take this anymore. He went into his room and shut the door.

5 years later-

One morning-

Prakash was preparing to go in the paddy field as usual. Suddenly, he heard his old mother was crying.

“What happened?”

“They killed Asha. She wasn't young anymore. So they killed her after torturing her for so many years. They even sold her daughter to nearby ‘bayt daeara' (Brothel)”

Poor Prakash was feeling so helpless. He went to that bayt daeara to look for her niece.

But it was already too late. He found out that she was already sold to a Suadi Arabian theatre group. And they already were gone from Pakistan.

Poor Prakash thought at first to kill himself. Then he just bought a cheap wine from local illegal shop and got hammered.

He woke up hearing a lady voice.

“Bastard!! Get the hell out of here. Look he is sleeping here as if he owns the place”

(A lot of lady laughter)

Prakash was hung over from last night so he could barely see what was going on. He got up somehow. His head was still spinning.

He sat beside a nearby tree and again went to sleep. When he woke up, he heard a female crying voice. It was night time. He realised that he slept the whole day.

He went to look for the crying voice. He found one hole in one of the rooms where from the sound was coming. He peeked through the hole and he saw one guy in expensive salwar kameez was beating up one girl. He forced himself onto her.

Prakash could not watch anymore. He puked all over the place.

One hour later-

He again peeked through the hole and saw that the girl was still crying.

“Hey, behan (sister), do you want to get out of here?”

Girl was shocked.

“No. Who are you? Get out of there. If they saw you talking to me, they will kill you”

“Don't worry about me. I am coming from Punjab. I can take you out of here very easily. Now do you want to or not?”

“Why should I trust you? You are peeking through a hole?”

“Let's be honest, how much dangerous I can be, you are already going through hell everyday here”

“I don't know….”

“Don't think, just do it. We don't know when the guards would come back. I can't help you then”

“How do I get out of here?”

“Just jump from the window. I will catch you”

She did and Prakash managed to catch her.

But there was obviously sound. And guards were awakening.

“Come on, we don't have time. Let's run. We have to reach the station before they catch us”

While running both of them were hearing guard's realisation that one of their girl escaped.

They got on one compartment of a train. But the problem was that train wasn't moving.

“Saab, why the train isn't moving”

“Are you not from here? This train takes time to leave the station”

She was scared.

“Guards will be here and they will catch us and kill us”

“Shut up. Don't make any sound. It would be wise not to create any attention towards us”

One longest and insufferable hours passed-

Guards were searching through the station. They were searching all the trains including the one they were on. They were almost about to search their compartment. Both of them were sitting without taking any breath almost.

Suddenly, train started to move and leaved the station.

It was huge relief for both of them. They almost felt as if they were born again.

“What is your name?”

“Nusrat for now”

“What do you mean for now?”

“I was a hindu. They took me from home one night. And from then on I was living in that hell hole. I can't remember my actual name anymore”

“My name is Prakash Sharma. I will call you Archana from now on”

“Okay. Prakash ji. But where are we going?”

“My home”

When they reached their home and talked to Shanti and told her everything-

“What did you do? Now where do I keep her? I understand that you feel bad for the girl. But we can't keep her here. What will the neighbor say? Already there's a lot of social isolation because we are hindu. All kinds of things people say about us every other day. Now you bring her from bayt daeara!! I mean bayt daeara!!! You have lost your head”

“Just look at her eyes, mother. Just look at her innocent eyes and tell me that I didn't do the right thing”

Shanti could not hold herself back looking at sad innocent eyes of Archana. Both of them started to cry on each other shoulder.

Archana stayed there as Prakash's fake wife. Their relationship was just that. They never even spent in one room together.

Few months later-

People started to talk. One hindu nosy neighbour started to suspect something.

One day police came. They started to ask all kinds of questions about Archana.

Prakash managed to convince them otherwise. But police didn't look totally convinced.

Prakash realised that their nosy neighbour did this. When he confronted them about this.

“Sorry, Prakash, we live in good neighborhood. We don't want any unwanted attention here. It is always better to stay the good side of police”

Prakash was about give them his hard piece of mind but then he saw one of the police was talking to one of the guards from that bayt daeara in their police car.

He realised that there was no point arguing.

He came to Shanti and told her everything.

“Oh my god! What do we do now? Your father passed away. We just used to have both of us. Now because of Archana, we about to lose everything”

“I don't see that we have much options, mother. We have to escape to India. That is our only chance”

“What are you saying? How is it possible?”

“I have one friend in Lahore who illegally sell cows to India from border area. He has an understanding with the Pakistani border guards. I believe he can get us passed. We are childhood friend. He won't even take any money from us”

Archana heard everything.

“Thank you so much for everything. But it's time I return back to wherever I came from. I knew this won't last long. I can't put your family though anymore trouble because of me”

“What are you talking about, Archana? I didn't rescue you from that place to further sent you there. No, we are leaving Pakistan. I don't know where we would end up in India. But it would be better than Pakistan any day. I don't want to hear any negetivity from you”

“But why are you taking so many chances because of me? Is only because pity?”

“It was initially like that. But now I can't think my family without you”

“And why is that? What am I to you?”

“Someone close”

“Is that worth to take all this risk?”

“Absolutely”

Shanti was listening to both of their conversation. And last conversation put a smile on her face.

She was thinking, “These two don't even know that they like each other”

That night-

“What is going on, Prakash? Why your whole family is here?”

“Ali bhai, my friend, we are in serious trouble. We need to leave Pakistan immediately. Please help bhai. We will give you everything we have”

“No. No. Money isn't an issue. It's just that there has been more security tightening on the border than before. You know Kashmir issue has made everything more tensed between Hindustan and Pakistan. Cow smuggling is one thing but human!? It's completely different and risky. Let's see what I can do”

“Thank you so much bhai”

In India Pakistan border-

“I just talked to the border guards. They told me we just have one minute. If anyone sees us, we will be shot to death. Sorry, my friend. I can't help more than that”

“You have done so much already. I will always be grateful to you, my friend”

“Hey, you never know I might also settle in India in the future. The way things are regressing in Pakistan. Anything is possible”

“Absolutely, bhai. Absolutely”

All these rush made Shanti's old heart pumping. She realised that she was having heart attack.

“Prakash, you two go. I can't anymore. My heart is in tremendous pain”

“You have given birth to me, mother, I will never leave you. I will carry you on my shoulder, mother. Come quickly Archana”

But the road was too dangerous to carry Shanti. Prakash fall down crossing the border. Suddenly, bullets came flying in like rain.

One of the bullets took the head off Shanti.

Archana was about to shout through sheer shock but Prakash blocked her mouth with his hands and jumped across the border together leaving Shanti's dead body behind.

After getting close to Indian military camp, they both went unconscious because of all the stress and anxiety.

One day later-

Archana woke up.

“You finally woke up. I was starting to get worried. We are safe. I talked to Indian army, they are taking us to Delhi”

One Indian solder came.

“My name is lietenant Saeed Khan of Indian army. I have heard everything from Prakash. You are really brave and extremely lucky to be alive. I just talked my superiors and they have talked to the home minister. You are going to be awarded in Delhi. Your stories are all over the newspapers. Everyone is cheering your name in India. Wait for a big welcome in Delhi”

Prakash said, “Thank you so much Saab but we just want some peace and quiet place to stay.”

…………………………………………………………………………

Mordern day some where in India-

A laud cheer was going on in the press conference

One journalist asked, “Mr Rahul Sharma, today you are the captain of Indian cricket team. Best cricketer in the whole world. Some are even saying that you are the all time best ever. You are the most popular cricketer today. Yet we didn't know anything about your family past. How did you manage to keep this tragic yet such interesting past secret?”

Rahul Sharma replied, “I also didn't know anything about my great grandfather Prakash Sharma's struggle. Until few years ago in our old house I found the diary of my grand father's father who wrote this after hearing from his mother Archana Sharma. I then decided to publish this book. I had to share this with everyone”

(Another loud clapping sound was going on)

THE END

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PRAKASH:

……………….

Year 1958 somewhere between Peshawar and Rawalpindi in Pakistan-

In some Pakistani school-

“Did you see that triple hundred scored by Hanif Mahamad?”

“Absolutely. He is a God”

“I wish I can bat like him one day”

“Stupid. First you need to register yourself to a cricket coaching camp”

“How do I do that? My father is labourer. He works for Khan saab. My father can't afford that. He barely puts foods on the table. It's a pipe dream which never going to be real”

(Silent crying)

“Don't be sad Prakash. When there's a will there's a way”

Couple of years later in Karachi-

“Alam Sir, I want to play cricket”

“Hmm. What is your name?”

“Prakash Sharma”

“Hindu!!! Wow!! I never thought I would see one in Pakistan!! Why are you people even here? Go back to your fucking Hindustan”

“You mean India!?”

“Yeah, whatever fancy name British gave. It will be always Hindustan to us. The point is Indians can't play cricket. Indians are lazy, idiots and unathletic superstitious dirty people. And you want to be a cricketer?!? Go be cobbler or something. That's more practical. Stupid Hindus”

Poor Prakash was broken hearted. He sat under one tree and cried his heart out.

When he went to his home, he saw his mother was quarreling with his father-

“If you send Asha to marry that bearded mullah. I will kill myself. He is old and already have five wives. Are you even human anymore?”

“You don't understand Shanti, we need money desperately. I can't carry this family anymore. He promised to give me 100 Pakistani rupees. Can you imagine 100 Pakistani rupees!!? That's a lot. They have money. Asha would be all right”

“You are selling your daughter”

“Yeah, what are the our options? No. Tell me Shanti. What is our option? We barely have any Hindus anymore after partion. Those who are here either begging or doing some slave job in Hyderabad. Asha would be okay marrying the Khan saab”

Prakash was already sad. He couldn't take this anymore. He went into his room and shut the door.

5 years later-

One morning-

Prakash was preparing to go in the paddy field as usual. Suddenly, he heard his old mother was crying.

“What happened?”

“They killed Asha. She wasn't young anymore. So they killed her after torturing her for so many years. They even sold her daughter to nearby ‘bayt daeara' (Brothel)”

Poor Prakash was feeling so helpless. He went to that bayt daeara to look for her niece.

But it was already too late. He found out that she was already sold to a Suadi Arabian theatre group. And they already were gone from Pakistan.

Poor Prakash thought at first to kill himself. Then he just bought a cheap wine from local illegal shop and got hammered.

He woke up hearing a lady voice.

“Bastard!! Get the hell out of here. Look he is sleeping here as if he owns the place”

(A lot of lady laughter)

Prakash was hung over from last night so he could barely see what was going on. He got up somehow. His head was still spinning.

He sat beside a nearby tree and again went to sleep. When he woke up, he heard a female crying voice. It was night time. He realised that he slept the whole day.

He went to look for the crying voice. He found one hole in one of the rooms where from the sound was coming. He peeked through the hole and he saw one guy in expensive salwar kameez was beating up one girl. He forced himself onto her.

Prakash could not watch anymore. He puked all over the place.

One hour later-

He again peeked through the hole and saw that the girl was still crying.

“Hey, behan (sister), do you want to get out of here?”

Girl was shocked.

“No. Who are you? Get out of there. If they saw you talking to me, they will kill you”

“Don't worry about me. I am coming from Punjab. I can take you out of here very easily. Now do you want to or not?”

“Why should I trust you? You are peeking through a hole?”

“Let's be honest, how much dangerous I can be, you are already going through hell everyday here”

“I don't know….”

“Don't think, just do it. We don't know when the guards would come back. I can't help you then”

“How do I get out of here?”

“Just jump from the window. I will catch you”

She did and Prakash managed to catch her.

But there was obviously sound. And guards were awakening.

“Come on, we don't have time. Let's run. We have to reach the station before they catch us”

While running both of them were hearing guard's realisation that one of their girl escaped.

They got on one compartment of a train. But the problem was that train wasn't moving.

“Saab, why the train isn't moving”

“Are you not from here? This train takes time to leave the station”

She was scared.

“Guards will be here and they will catch us and kill us”

“Shut up. Don't make any sound. It would be wise not to create any attention towards us”

One longest and insufferable hours passed-

Guards were searching through the station. They were searching all the trains including the one they were on. They were almost about to search their compartment. Both of them were sitting without taking any breath almost.

Suddenly, train started to move and leaved the station.

It was huge relief for both of them. They almost felt as if they were born again.

“What is your name?”

“Nusrat for now”

“What do you mean for now?”

“I was a hindu. They took me from home one night. And from then on I was living in that hell hole. I can't remember my actual name anymore”

“My name is Prakash Sharma. I will call you Archana from now on”

“Okay. Prakash ji. But where are we going?”

“My home”

When they reached their home and talked to Shanti and told her everything-

“What did you do? Now where do I keep her? I understand that you feel bad for the girl. But we can't keep her here. What will the neighbor say? Already there's a lot of social isolation because we are hindu. All kinds of things people say about us every other day. Now you bring her from bayt daeara!! I mean bayt daeara!!! You have lost your head”

“Just look at her eyes, mother. Just look at her innocent eyes and tell me that I didn't do the right thing”

Shanti could not hold herself back looking at sad innocent eyes of Archana. Both of them started to cry on each other shoulder.

Archana stayed there as Prakash's fake wife. Their relationship was just that. They never even spent in one room together.

Few months later-

People started to talk. One hindu nosy neighbour started to suspect something.

One day police came. They started to ask all kinds of questions about Archana.

Prakash managed to convince them otherwise. But police didn't look totally convinced.

Prakash realised that their nosy neighbour did this. When he confronted them about this.

“Sorry, Prakash, we live in good neighborhood. We don't want any unwanted attention here. It is always better to stay the good side of police”

Prakash was about give them his hard piece of mind but then he saw one of the police was talking to one of the guards from that bayt daeara in their police car.

He realised that there was no point arguing.

He came to Shanti and told her everything.

“Oh my god! What do we do now? Your father passed away. We just used to have both of us. Now because of Archana, we about to lose everything”

“I don't see that we have much options, mother. We have to escape to India. That is our only chance”

“What are you saying? How is it possible?”

“I have one friend in Lahore who illegally sell cows to India from border area. He has an understanding with the Pakistani border guards. I believe he can get us passed. We are childhood friend. He won't even take any money from us”

Archana heard everything.

“Thank you so much for everything. But it's time I return back to wherever I came from. I knew this won't last long. I can't put your family though anymore trouble because of me”

“What are you talking about, Archana? I didn't rescue you from that place to further sent you there. No, we are leaving Pakistan. I don't know where we would end up in India. But it would be better than Pakistan any day. I don't want to hear any negetivity from you”

“But why are you taking so many chances because of me? Is only because pity?”

“It was initially like that. But now I can't think my family without you”

“And why is that? What am I to you?”

“Someone close”

“Is that worth to take all this risk?”

“Absolutely”

Shanti was listening to both of their conversation. And last conversation put a smile on her face.

She was thinking, “These two don't even know that they like each other”

That night-

“What is going on, Prakash? Why your whole family is here?”

“Ali bhai, my friend, we are in serious trouble. We need to leave Pakistan immediately. Please help bhai. We will give you everything we have”

“No. No. Money isn't an issue. It's just that there has been more security tightening on the border than before. You know Kashmir issue has made everything more tensed between Hindustan and Pakistan. Cow smuggling is one thing but human!? It's completely different and risky. Let's see what I can do”

“Thank you so much bhai”

In India Pakistan border-

“I just talked to the border guards. They told me we just have one minute. If anyone sees us, we will be shot to death. Sorry, my friend. I can't help more than that”

“You have done so much already. I will always be grateful to you, my friend”

“Hey, you never know I might also settle in India in the future. The way things are regressing in Pakistan. Anything is possible”

“Absolutely, bhai. Absolutely”

All these rush made Shanti's old heart pumping. She realised that she was having heart attack.

“Prakash, you two go. I can't anymore. My heart is in tremendous pain”

“You have given birth to me, mother, I will never leave you. I will carry you on my shoulder, mother. Come quickly Archana”

But the road was too dangerous to carry Shanti. Prakash fall down crossing the border. Suddenly, bullets came flying in like rain.

One of the bullets took the head off Shanti.

Archana was about to shout through sheer shock but Prakash blocked her mouth with his hands and jumped across the border together leaving Shanti's dead body behind.

After getting close to Indian military camp, they both went unconscious because of all the stress and anxiety.

One day later-

Archana woke up.

“You finally woke up. I was starting to get worried. We are safe. I talked to Indian army, they are taking us to Delhi”

One Indian solder came.

“My name is lietenant Saeed Khan of Indian army. I have heard everything from Prakash. You are really brave and extremely lucky to be alive. I just talked my superiors and they have talked to the home minister. You are going to be awarded in Delhi. Your stories are all over the newspapers. Everyone is cheering your name in India. Wait for a big welcome in Delhi”

Prakash said, “Thank you so much Saab but we just want some peace and quiet place to stay.”

…………………………………………………………………………

Mordern day some where in India-

A laud cheer was going on in the press conference

One journalist asked, “Mr Rahul Sharma, today you are the captain of Indian cricket team. Best cricketer in the whole world. Some are even saying that you are the all time best ever. You are the most popular cricketer today. Yet we didn't know anything about your family past. How did you manage to keep this tragic yet such interesting past secret?”

Rahul Sharma replied, “I also didn't know anything about my great grandfather Prakash Sharma's struggle. Until few years ago in our old house I found the diary of my grand father's father who wrote this after hearing from his mother Archana Sharma. I then decided to publish this book. I had to share this with everyone”

(Another loud clapping sound was going on)

THE END

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