nitesh pandey

Friends , just imagine a situation...There is someone waiting for you in another country/city. You have got the tickets of a plane which flies there. You're at the airport, ready to board the flight. You're very excited about this trip and have been planning for a long time now. You hear the noise in speakers. There is going to be an announcement. They're finally going to start the boarding. But no! The announcement stated that the flight has been cancelled because of maintenance. How can this be for the best? What you/we will normally do....?? You would just sit there, sulking on your condition. Making plans on how to plan another trip so you can finally meet the person waiting for you.  But...this is how some people react......!! When this happened to Sir Richard Branson, he saw an opportunity. He thought this situation was ridiculous. So he went and chartered a private  airplane, which, by the way, he did not have the  money to do. Then, he picked

Friends ,this is the story mailed by Rose Costas.. and I am sharing it with the hope you all will love it. The first time I met my father-in-law, Bill, I had blue hair and had just gotten through a tough divorce.  I had very different political and religious views than he did.  My future husband and I had only been dating a few months, but we had already moved in together.  My husband, afraid that his parents would not approve of me, sent them a stern email about how they should treat me with respect.    Clearly, this was not an ideal situation for meeting anyone.   My Father-in-Law, Bill, Doing Artwork with My Daughter (above in pic) And yet, Bill and I got along from the very start.  He had a quick smile and wit that I recognized in his son.  He gave me a hug next to the airport luggage carousel, blue hair and all.  Despite our differences, we had a very great relationship, one that would expand and grow as I got to know him over the years. Perhaps my favorite thing

Friends, this one is interesting ,I read it somewhere and I am sharing it with you...! "Why do lights flicker whenever you enter my house?", she asked the rustic milk-man, while staring the flickering small dusty bulbs of the quaint chandelier hanging from the roof. "Er...Madamji, this house is almost a century old, dark and pale - some faults are bound to happen; I was a watchman here for a decade before I had to go beyond this job. Some faults are..." "What do you mean? Why did you leave the job?" "For ten years, I stood at the gate and never entered this...cursed house, no one else also dared but one day I heard screams of young girls and boys from inside, I rushed in to find their blood smeared bodies...I...I left the next day; now our elders say that this house has became a magnet for roaming violent spirits...but don't be alarmed...you are safe here." She looked into his dead eyes and turned away from him - walking ba

Friends, I was returning after vacations and really the journey was boring. So, I asked this man in his 60’s ,sitting next to me, “Uncle how will you motivate anyone, what are the things we all have but we don’t care about..??” He first hesitated but said, “let me tell you a story”.       Once an unhappy man was about to commit sucide. At the last moment a stranger who looked like a saint, stopped him and asked, “what are you going to do ??”   the man asked adding , “I am too poor to eat . I have nothing in this world. I prefer death over poverty”. The saint told him that if he really wanted to die then he could help him(the saint), and said , “I need a pair of eyes.If you donate your eyes to me , I’ll give you 10K dollars.” “I am not a fool,” retorted the man.The saint tried to convince him again. “ what would you do with your eyes after death, give them to me.You need the money.” Said the saint. When the man didn’t agree, he said, “Alright, give me yours ears a

People who read my blog, usually ask me one question “Nitesh , How you get idea to write these articles and stories.”   I really don’t know the specific answer of this question; sometimes I get the idea when my dreams are interrupted in night , when I meet my friends after a long time, or when I am travelling to  a new place; sometimes I get the idea from the nature and the people surrounding; sometimes its all about memories and past experiences that  inspired me to write about those topics; sometimes its all about fantasies that are shaped into an article ; and sometimes it is my imaginations and hope for future that are moulded into words. I tried to answer this question in a poetic way; Read it and share your views, how much I succeeded to answer your question. ना हैं कोई कविता ये , ना ही कोई गजल हैं लिखता हु जो में वो , मेरा बिता हुआ कल हैं लफ्जो में कर देता हु बयाँ , दिल का मैं अफसाना ना दुनियादारी की समझ , ना ज़माने की अक्ल हैं कुछ अधूरे ख्वाब हैं , कुछ अन

Friends , Last week I got a mail from USA with some interesting contents...... this is a story shared by Enna Alfreda .. it is her experience... and as usual I have just paraphrased it.. !!     Traveling for three months at a time was part of my job and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I got to book hotels that I have always wanted to stay at and eat at places that I could not afford. But on one night, I got more than I had anticipated when I booked a room at a newly built hotel in Berks County, PA. As I entered the building, I was impressed by the cleanliness and décor and was soon greeted by the woman behind the front desk. I did the normal check in procedures and she handed me a key card to Room 212 and I was off to the elevator with my bags. As I got to the door, I swiped my card and nothing happened; the little light didn’t turn green or red, so I tried again. Still nothing. So, I opted to try one more time before I ventured back down to the front desk. This time, both light

“Yes…I am in love.”…yeah, I am sure about it…please lock this Mr.Bhagwan… said Nikhil..                                     (last paragraph is important before any conclusions..)  No…not this way…Let me shout a loud to shake the world with the words of love…Let me send the sound waves of my voice to every corner of this universe… Let me speak about the most wonderful and exciting feeling inside me. Love is the most amazing thing happened with me till now…but I really don’t know how to react on it. I mean I feel like I am behaving abnormally these days…I feel crazy inside but there is a blushing on my face; I want to speak a lot but when it comes to speak, I stop myself with just a smile. I really don’t know what I am doing but these are just trailer of the sensation that sails my soul boat in the ocean of love these days. My wildest dreams are like put a cap at head, mike in hand and sing loudly like Himesh Reshmiya, curve my hand and dance like Salman Khan on the beats of Da

Friends, let me share an interesting story... this one is based on an incident faced by one of my seniors...  its his take and I've just paraphrased his answer of the question  strangest things happened in  life.!!! In 2011 (that time it was AIEEE, a competitive test for admission to various under-graduate engineering and architecture courses in India ) my exam centre was Mount Abu Rohini, New Delhi. The exam was supposed to start at 9 am but till 9:05 am question paper was not provided. Everybody started whispering but no one had guts to ask the invigilator. A guy stood and asked the invigilator: What is going on, why aren't you giving the question paper? Don't you think time is exceeding the time written in the schedule? Invigilator: Cool down my boy, somebody has tampered with question paper that's why we have to tamper the schedule. The guy: What do you mean you have to tamper with schedule? Invigilator: I mean exam is postponed and will be held

That was Sunday morning and it was raining outside. I woke up early in the morning at 6:30, and looked the weather outside.       It was very cool, and wet weather. Rain drops were showering everywhere. Rain was looking in the mood of playing test match that day. Clouds were batting like Don Bradman with an average run rate but consistent, and continuous. My lazy attitude told me to lie down on bed again, but heart already planned for something exciting. I wore my T-shirt, and moved outside to enjoy morning walk in the rainy day. After a walk on municipal corporation park, I went to the shop where various newspapers were purchased. The lady operated that shop, picked Times of India and gave to me. I took the paper, and gave her four rupees. It was raining outside, and I didn’t have carry bag to protect newspaper. I asked lady shop keeper for a polythene. She thought for a while, and tried to find polythene in her shop. After looking here and there for a while, she said

Friends, there are many things in life that will catch your eyes but only a few will catch your heart.... pursue those....!     “ What’s your hobby Nitin?” My english teacher( Ms. sikha dixit )asked me when I was introducing myself to the class in first session of the semester.  What to say…what to say? Something went on my inside. “Its watching TV and listening songs.” I told her after a pause of few seconds. “Is watching TV your hobby or it’s just an activity you enjoyed?” I don’t know what to say on this so I just keep mum. “You know Nitin; you don’t have any hobby; find a hobby for yourself.” I sit and next boy started his introduction but mam’s words still echoed in my ears “Find a hobby for yourself.” I went to meet her after the class “What’s difference between hobby and action of enjoyment.” I asked her eagerly. “You know Nitin, our heart is like a child, who enjoys playing with a toy today but tomorrow same toy may not hold his interest. If he finds any other toy th

Friends... Do you know what it's like to be tortured by your own mind....?? lets go with a story ... A story dedicated to a friend....!   It was a normal morning… I was getting ready for my class then.. only Knock..knock…knock .. Yes who is there just come in… its open.. ( I said). Rohan… rohan.. come .. come with me..( it was shyam.. he was horrified ) Hey.. what happened shyam… Just come with me…(he said). Ok..   m coming but tell me what happened.. Raghav … ( he stopped ) Yes.. where is he..? what he has done now..? He hanged himself…?? (he said). What the f…k?? Hey you know… the phase I m going through.. don’t make these type of nuisance statements..! ( I said) Yrr… you come with me…!( he said). Friends.. raghav was my first room mate.. the most simple and quiet,humble person I have ever met… I was horrified and went to the room no 465…. I can’t describe the situation .. but really it was horrifying .. shyam was rig

                  Friends , "Trust is like a paper , once it's crumbled it can't be perfect..." "It's the anniversary today." He exclaimed in his mind, remembering the very same day of 2014. ... No. It's not an engagement or marriage anniversary. It's their 'Break Up' anniversary. It's been an year since she left him. He goes through that days proceedings, again, in his mind. 09-05-2014. She was looking beautiful, with a bright smile on her face. He was controlling himself, from spilling out all the happiness in his heart. He thought, "Today, I am gonna express my true feelings to her through this tiny ring". But before he could say anything, she broke the silence, and said, "I wanna tell you something." He replied, "What a coincidence! Even I have been longing to tell you something." She continued, "I think we should part our ways." These words felt like a dagger was being poke

  A real time experience of a nurse..........! Lenora was dying. She was 54 and had inoperable cancer. She lay in bed on pillows surrounded by fragrant flowers. The two of us were alone in her room. Lenora’s family was gathered at her house. Suddenly she addressed me sternly. “Ms. Nurse,” she said, pointing to a corner of the room, “this big angel comes and stands by my bed. Right there. He’s always smiling at me.”  She fixed me with a look.  “Ms. Nurse, when I see that angel, do you really think I see that angel?” Something in Lenora’s tone told me she’d already tried convincing her family about this angel.  Years before, when I first started working as a hospice nurse, I might have hesitated answering her question. I knew all too well the effects of medication and exhaustion on a dying brain. That day, though, I knew exactly what to say. I knew, because years of working with people at the end of their lives had taught me a new, more hopeful and, I believe, more truthful