quote:
Originally posted by london_ki_hoor
nao joji.mei purani nai hun jee..[:O] ab yehi dob hae..mei kia karun...mera kia kasor!
quote:
Originally posted by london_ki_hoor
LoLz..83 to aise keh rahe ho jaise pata nahin kahin mei 83 yrs old hun..[;)] lolz..
are im 19 yaar..Khuda Ka Khauff Karo..[:P] Abhi to Mein Jawan hon..[:)]
quote:
Originally posted by london_ki_hoor
LoLz..83 to aise keh rahe ho jaise pata nahin kahin mei 83 yrs old hun..[;)] lolz..
are im 19 yaar..Khuda Ka Khauff Karo..[:P] Abhi to Mein Jawan hon..[:)]
quote:
Originally posted by london_ki_hoor
LoLz..83 to aise keh rahe ho jaise pata nahin kahin mei 83 yrs old hun..[;)] lolz..
are im 19 yaar..Khuda Ka Khauff Karo..[:P] Abhi to Mein Jawan hon..[:)]
quote:
Originally posted by the fast and the furiousquote:
Originally posted by london_ki_hoor
LoLz..83 to aise keh rahe ho jaise pata nahin kahin mei 83 yrs old hun..[;)] lolz..
are im 19 yaar..Khuda Ka Khauff Karo..[:P] Abhi to Mein Jawan hon..[:)]
OH ISS LEYI SAB AAP KO AUNTY ISS LEYI KEH TEY HAI MAGHAR AAP TO DADDI AMMA HAI AUNTY NAHI
quote:
Originally posted by sharara
A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career,
and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in
pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time
to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son.
He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The
funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old
newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of
him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were
doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of
the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make
sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.
"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this
business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things
he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his
hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no
children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to
see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing
over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house
was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture,
every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
"The box is gone," he said.
"What box? " Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I
must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever
tell me was 'the thing I value most,' " Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered
it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better
get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from
work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox.
"Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the
main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old
and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting
was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.
"Mr. Harold Belser" it read.
Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There
inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read
the note inside.
"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack
Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped
to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully
unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.
Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the
cover.
Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time!
Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most...was...my time."
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his
appointments for the next two days.
"Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.
"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.
"Oh, by the way, Janet...thanks for your time!"
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the
moments that take our breath away."
- Unknown
Have a great day. Oh, and thank you all for your time. : )
quote:
Originally posted by dosselpohquote:
Originally posted by london_ki_hoor
LoLz..83 to aise keh rahe ho jaise pata nahin kahin mei 83 yrs old hun..[;)] lolz..
are im 19 yaar..Khuda Ka Khauff Karo..[:P] Abhi to Mein Jawan hon..[:)]
kuch din pehlay 18 ki theen.....app saal main kitni baar bd mana tee hein????
quote:
Originally posted by the fast and the furiousquote:
Originally posted by london_ki_hoor
LoLz..83 to aise keh rahe ho jaise pata nahin kahin mei 83 yrs old hun..[;)] lolz..
are im 19 yaar..Khuda Ka Khauff Karo..[:P] Abhi to Mein Jawan hon..[:)]
OH ISS LEYI SAB AAP KO AUNTY ISS LEYI KEH TEY HAI MAGHAR AAP TO DADDI AMMA HAI AUNTY NAHI
quote:
Originally posted by ffmquote:
Originally posted by london_ki_hoor
LoLz..83 to aise keh rahe ho jaise pata nahin kahin mei 83 yrs old hun..[;)] lolz..
are im 19 yaar..Khuda Ka Khauff Karo..[:P] Abhi to Mein Jawan hon..[:)]
chalo tume to yakeen hua na..ahista ahista in sab ko bhi hojae ga,,!
arey mujhe yaqeeen hai
quote:
Originally posted by ffmquote:
Originally posted by the fast and the furiousquote:
Originally posted by london_ki_hoor
LoLz..83 to aise keh rahe ho jaise pata nahin kahin mei 83 yrs old hun..[;)] lolz..
are im 19 yaar..Khuda Ka Khauff Karo..[:P] Abhi to Mein Jawan hon..[:)]
OH ISS LEYI SAB AAP KO AUNTY ISS LEYI KEH TEY HAI MAGHAR AAP TO DADDI AMMA HAI AUNTY NAHI
F n F ji .. hoor ji ,, meri dado ke frn hain ..... so hasab laga lo ji
quote:
Originally posted by adeebquote:
Originally posted by sharara
A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career,
and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in
pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time
to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son.
He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The
funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old
newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of
him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were
doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of
the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make
sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.
"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this
business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things
he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his
hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no
children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to
see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing
over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house
was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture,
every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
"The box is gone," he said.
"What box? " Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I
must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever
tell me was 'the thing I value most,' " Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered
it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better
get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from
work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox.
"Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the
main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old
and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting
was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.
"Mr. Harold Belser" it read.
Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There
inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read
the note inside.
"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack
Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped
to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully
unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.
Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the
cover.
Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time!
Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most...was...my time."
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his
appointments for the next two days.
"Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.
"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.
"Oh, by the way, Janet...thanks for your time!"
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the
moments that take our breath away."
- Unknown
Have a great day. Oh, and thank you all for your time. : )
i am printing out the story ..raat ko araam se soney se pehle parunga..[|)]
quote:
Originally posted by london_ki_hoorquote:
Originally posted by ffmquote:
Originally posted by the fast and the furiousquote:
Originally posted by london_ki_hoor
LoLz..83 to aise keh rahe ho jaise pata nahin kahin mei 83 yrs old hun..[;)] lolz..
are im 19 yaar..Khuda Ka Khauff Karo..[:P] Abhi to Mein Jawan hon..[:)]
OH ISS LEYI SAB AAP KO AUNTY ISS LEYI KEH TEY HAI MAGHAR AAP TO DADDI AMMA HAI AUNTY NAHI
F n F ji .. hoor ji ,, meri dado ke frn hain ..... so hasab laga lo ji
manna pare ga.ap ki dadi kuch zida hi young hein..
