Take Me Into Your Arms

Take me into your arms my love, hold me tight,

Make love to me throughout the night.

Show me that I am yours and that you are mine,

Forever until the end of time.

Show me you love me like no other,

Let us always care for one another.

You are that special someone that I have been waiting for,

I felt it inside my heart, and I will feel it for ever more.

I want to feel your lips touching mine,

I want to feel your body pressed close to me as our hearts intertwine.

I want all of your love,

'Cause it brings joy to me that I have only dreamed of.

I can't wait till I touch you, hold you and kiss you,

For that is what I want to do.

I want to show you just how I feel,

To show you that my feelings for you are real.

So my love, take me into your arms where our dreams we can share,

So that I can show you how much I care.

My love for you will shine forever bright,

Like the brightest star on a warm summer night.

Till the end of time I will always care,

Forever in your arms love to share.

Remember that I love you my darling and this will always be true,

Forever and ever love only you.

Take me into your arms my darling, hold me tight,

Let's dream forever of love tonight.

For I am yours and you are mine,

Forever till the end of time.

Teri Yaadein...!!!

teri yaadein, mulakaatein,wo raatein aur baatein,

teri saansein, wo baahein,ab mujhko yaad aayein,

tere bina mera jiya,sataaye kyun piya,

yaadon ne teri mujhpe,ye jaadu kiya re,

teri saasein, wo baahein,ab mujhko yaad aayein,

wo adaaon,ki ghataayein,mere dilko chhu jayein,

pyaari,ye duniya saaari maine,hai tujhpe vaari,

dil ne,mere dil ne tujhse yaari ki baazi haari re,

tere khayaalon me,khayaalon me..bus tum,

meri nigaahon me,nigaahon me..bus tum,

waapas aa jaao…..

mere paas,tum sada,

waapas aa jaao…..

mere paas tum sada..

suna mera jahaan,bhoola main hun kahaan,

jaana hai jaane jaan,tera rahoon,

piyaa…..piyaa…….

waapas aa jaao..mere paas tum sada,

waapas aa jaao,

mere paas tum sada..piya tera jiya..piya tera jiya..piya tera jiya..

tu hai kahaan..

tera karoon intezaar,

tu mere dil ka karaar,

itna hai aitbaar,

maanoonga na main bhi haar.

India's Protests Are Cherished and Maligned

CALCUTTA — This kaleidoscopic city of 15 million people stopped dead last Tuesday. Flights were canceled at the airport. The streets, ordinarily throbbing with traffic and humanity, were almost empty. And thousands of shopkeepers like Wazeed Khan shuttered their stores in observance of a familiar Indian ritual — the shutdown strike.

Deshakalyan Chowdhury/Agence France-Presse — Getty Images

The shutdown was called by trade unions to protest inflation and privatization, but these sorts of strikes have become so frequent that the specifics hardly mattered to Mr. Khan, who like many Indians has come to regard them as little more than a nuisance, if a costly one.

“This never helps the people,” Mr. Khan said. “Never. We are losing business. And this happens frequently. Some months it happens several times.”

Few democratic rights are more cherished in India, or considered more essential as a release valve for societal pressures, than the right to protest. India won independence from Britain on the strength of the civil disobedience campaigns led by Mohandas K. Gandhi, and has taken great pride in how this peaceful freedom movement created the world’s largest democracy.

But as India’s clamorous politics have steadily fragmented with a proliferation of political parties, the shutdown strike, known as a bandh, has increasingly become an object of public scorn and disillusionment. Political parties, competing in a crowded political field, often use bandhs to flex their muscles or carve out turf by proving they can shut down a city or even the whole country.

Today, many Indians see these bandhs as symbols of dysfunction rather than of political vitality. Unlike other forms of protest, the bandh can inflict huge economic losses, often to the common working person in whose name such strikes are called.

“The bandh is no longer a symbol of the people’s angst,” wrote Suhel Seth on the morning after the Calcutta strike in a front-page column in The Telegraph, the city’s leading newspaper. “It no longer represents the frustrations of the governed. Instead, it is a symbol of our weakening polity.”

No corner of the country is spared. Strikes, large and small, are conducted across India’s social spectrum, from Maoist insurgents in the countryside to bug sprayers in New Delhi. At one of New Delhi’s most prestigious universities, professors have disrupted classes for weeks to protest plans to shift to a semester system.

This month, in the state of Rajasthan, doctors at government hospitals, angry about an episode with the local police, stopped treating patients; they called off the strike last week after national criticism, and the deaths of some patients.

But it is the political parties that can paralyze a major city, or even the entire nation. In February in the country’s financial capital, Mumbai, a right wing party, the Shiv Sena, called a bandh to block the opening of a movie, a move interpreted as a challenge to the state’s Congress Party government. Congress leaders, their political prestige as well as civic order on the line, dispatched thousands of riot police officers at great public cost to ensure the movie could be shown.

In July, opposition parties, led by the Bharatiya Janata Party, or B.J.P., staged a nationwide bandh to protest fuel price increases by the government. Opposition leaders, having effectively shut down much of the country, proclaimed victory, even as critics saw the strike as a politically motivated effort by the B.J.P. to demonstrate its national relevance. Business groups estimated that the economy suffered roughly $650 million in losses, with much of the burden falling on the low-income wage earners most vulnerable to inflation.

Beyond strikes, the same shutdown ethos has also spilled into the Indian Parliament, where disruptions and opposition walkouts forced repeated adjournments in the recently completed session. Meira Kumar, the speaker of Parliament’s lower house, the Lok Sabha, warned that “the trend of disrupting the proceedings days on end is alarming, and if not checked, will ultimately lead to unforeseen consequences.”

India’s Supreme Court has issued rulings against bandhs and, in certain cases, has fined political parties for conducting them. Yet the bandhs continue. Critics do not argue that India needs to curb protest, and such a step seems unlikely, given the central place of free speech and dissent in India’s democracy.

India boasts its own protest vocabulary: there is the sit-down strike (sometimes a hunger strike) known as the dharna; the protest march, or virodh pradarshan; the blockade of a government or political office, known as the gherao; and many others. But the bandhs, which call for the closing of businesses and government offices, and for a public boycott of work, cause the most disruption and seem to have lost the most public favor.

itna pyaar…....

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tum mujjhe chhod kar chale gaye,
is baat ka mujjhe gham nahi hai,
gham hai toh sirf is baat ka ,ki tum,
humse apna dil bhi chhheen kar chale gaye

tumhi ko dil diya,tumhi ko jaan denge,
kabhi mujjhse yeh kaha karte the,
inhi baaton ke sahare tumhara intezaar kara..
inhi yaadon mein apni zindagi bita denge…

zindagi mein kucchh baatein sachh hoti hain:

ek sachh yeh hai ki main tumse pyaar karti hoon,
ek sachh yeh bhi hai ki yeh sab jaanke bhi tum mujjhe chhod kar chale gaye,
ek sachh yeh bhi hai ki tum bhi mere liye tadapte ho,
aur ek sachh yeh bhi sunlo ki main tumhara meri zindagi mein waapis aane ka aaj tak intezaar karti hoon.

milta nahi hai pyaar aasaani se zindagi mein,

mera naseeb bhi kabhi khula tha…
par ab toh dil mein pathjhad hi hai,
fir bhi aisa lagta hai ki tum aayethe kal bahaar banke meri zindagi mein…

dil ki ek baat tumhe batati hoon,
phir chahe tum ise maano ya na maano,
kehti to hoon sabse ki tum mere dost ho…
magar pyaar ka ddeep dil mein tumhare liye hi jalati hoon…

kya yaad hai tumhe woh din?
jab hum ek saath ghooma karte the?
jab humara kabza tha tumhare khayalon par raat aur din…
aur hum bhi tumse kam pyaar nahi karte the…

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