Beginning....

I was wondering how a person can start a writing diary...obviously it was seems funny until i read Kanan's Blog which actually drives me to write this blog.She wrote about everything about her life.

Ohhh !! Boss is roaming nearby to me…so I found a way and typing this blog in official document and will do simply copy paste in main blog. How smart I am ;)

Actually this is not smartness, this is life…we are here to understand and perform according to requirements. All are having the ability to adjust in each and every situation. Some will do fast some will do slow…but ultimately all need to adjust. In past few days I learned, Choose to be Happy. You don’t have an option but to be happy.

Today I am happy because, my worries are less than many people in the world. I am muslim girl love to hindu boy, still my parents are talking to me and explaining me that’s why I am happy. My Brother, worlds best brother as he accepts my marriage, I am free, earning, educated.. But still I was crying so much yesterday but I suddenly stopped after hear words of my sweet friend here are story;

A girl from Hariyana, India. Named Ishani and living with me in My PG. the wonder I has that she is always smiling. Yesterday when she saw me that I am crying, immediately she told that “Didi, you think that you are unlucky because your parents are not agree for your marriage, please look at me once. I don’t want to revel my pat to anyone as it can create the problem but I ran away from my home. I love one person of my cast when I was in hariyana. I told my parents about my marriage intention but my mom was so much angry on me. She make a police FIR against the boy that he attempted rape on her daughter. Forcefully they take signature on the statement from my side. Then things went to court but they had done “Faisala”, which is kind of society justice. My parents took 15 lacs to take the case back. Then we move to Gujarat but mom was so bad nature that she continual torcher on me. She is not allowing me to study, go out from Home and making my everyday hell, finally I run away. They don’t care that whether I am alive or not. Two strangers help me to have a small job and a place to stay, now compare what is big? Yours or mine?. ”

I was Blank….Totally

I asked, what happened to that boy??? She replied, when he was in Jail, he is bagging people that please allow me once to meet my Ishani..Nobody allowed. After settlement, she don’t know anything now…

How pity..

Stupid India who blames as a most cultured and freedom country…

I will write tomorrow.

One thing can be learn, don’t think that you are most happy or most sad, world is full of people…