Forgotten Tales ( especially pending )/ Updated / 31 March 2015 - Page 7

"Crimes related to arms smuggling and drug dealings are increasing at an alarming rate."Stated Dr.Vishnu,the sub-head of CBI.For the past 7 years dealings worth 9000 crores have been done,still the most efficient officers are not been capable enough to hold a little piece of information about the time and place of these horrendous dealings.The only piece of news that they gather is what is been shown as the aftermaths of these crimes.

"What the hell were your bloody officers doing till date?Seeing the bloody chit of news with a bowl of hot pakoras in hand?!!I still can't understand for what damn purpose you appointed them.."yelled seniormost,respected and not to mention(the most kharus)officer of CBI to Dr.Vishnu(bechara,now what can he do if his dear students reach the spot after the thief has showed them tongue!)..Discussions about these matter were held in a regular basis yet the CBI dept.has not come up with any solution..it seems as if the criminals are in much favorite position of the Almighty.

After the heated conference officer Mehta returned home in a extremely foul mood.He yelled at his beloved wife a couple of times only to invite a pool of tears from the doe-shaped eyes of the 55 year old..(young)woman!he went to his study with an ultimate decision of finding a solution to this damn problem of the drug fiasco.Thinking for a long time,he finally found his answers''.

"Just a year more then this will be your last crime Mr.criminal'for my saviour will come to the rescue"stated officer Mehta to himself with his face oozing out a million dollar smile.

Tring tring'.receiver picked up the phone'

Officer Mehta:Can I speak to''

Receiver:At your humble service sir'.

Officer Mehta:I want you to report tomorrow in the headquarters'

Receiver:Yes sir'

Officer Mehta:Good night

Receiver:Good night sir..

Now Mehta can finally sleep after manoufyinfg his darling wife'for his rescue service is alarmed now!Head officer Miss Geet Handa'

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Pyaar'..Ishq''Mohobatt'''phana

Different words with same meaning'..LOVE

When some one asks him'what is love?

It's a feeling'deeper than ocean and larger than sky

It's a power to do anything and everything

Nothing seems important when she is with you

You forget the world when your eyes met hers

Your world stops with her one smile

You die million times if she is in pain

You may even kill urselves to bring back nack her smile.

She is mine''''only mine

I m her's'''''only hers

This MAAN lives only for his GEET'''

Love u geet'''.

When some one asks her'..what is love?

It is nothing''''A mere four letter word with no meaning'''a word to cheat other's''a word to cheat overselves'''a word which destroy us'''a word which gives nothing but pain'''kills us every second''..make our lives a living hell'..

It is evil''..dont even let it touch ur shadow'''

I hate the word love''..there is no such thing in this world

Geet handa never believes in love.

Will he succeed in building her trust????

Can he repair her heart?????

Can he make her love him????

Ishq hai yeh'..Maan ki ishq''Geet keliye'.

Kuch bhi hosaktha hai''.shaayad miracles bhi hosaktha hai''

Asmaan aur zameen ek hosaktha hai'''

Maan kuch bhi karega'..geet ki pyaar pane keliye

Dekhthe rahiyeh''.maaneet ki 'ISHQ HAI YEH'

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After Maaneet's Re-birth

In the City of Mumbai there were two very famous Business House

Munjals

Sikands

Munjal's family had two sons & one daughter .

Sikand's Family had one daughter & two sons .

Introduction :

Munjal House

Munjal Family :

Kamalnath Munjal ( Dad )

Chandralekha Munjal ( Mom )

Maan Munjal (24 yrs)

Vicky Munjal ( 20yrs)

Sameera Munjal ( 18yrs)

Sikand House

Vanraj Sikand ( Dad )

Parmindar Sikand (Pammy) ( Mom )

Veer Sikand ( 24 yrs )

Priya Veer Sikand ( Bahu )

Dev Sikand ( 20yrs )

Geet Sikand ( 18yrs)

A journey of two people from two different backgrounds...

War leaves its horrible mark on warrior souls

As a warrior's wife with forever nightmarish terror cajoles

Warrior and wife apart ' for each other wept

Each facing death's specter each anguished step

Constantly reminding in fevered mind kept

Grievous horrors in each mind leapt

Suffering war's tragic slings and arrows

Dealing with a helmet-full of sorrows

Fearing darkness in nightmarish dreaded jungle

Looking askew from every angle

For death's minions can come from anywhere

To the fabric of sweet life tear

Life carries stresses of abiding fear and prayer

Hiding deep brooding tears that show we care

For a warrior and wife bearing sickle and scythe

Bloodthirsty gun or knife.

But no matter for warriors how bad ' how utterly sad

The pain is somehow worse for warrior wives

Living and smiling through war's harsh abrasives

Waiting for her man-of-war' so helpless, waiting'

For every day, every night, she feels all things

Feels worse with fear not knowing brings

Feeling intimately each dagger of horror

Screaming silently in her heart of desperate terror

Every day, she walks the walk beside her loved one

Sleeping each fitful night fearing knife or gun

Boring into her soul her rising sun ... her beloved one

Fearing darkness of dreaded jungle she has not seen

Fearing death's minions who from anywhere careen

To snuff out the light in her beloved's eyes

To her sweet pure love cannibalize.

Waiting helplessly, the wife of the warrior's waiting

Waiting ' knowing she cannot protect him

Each day dying inside ' hope fading dim

Knowing there's nothing she can do to save him'

His life ' his fate, only in the hands of God's of war

To whom she doth with every breath breathed implore

In dreams' so far from loving arms

In dreams' walking in variegated field of harms

Remembering faintly his loving charms

Fading memory ebbing ... aching

Each day strongly the memory rebuilding

Waiting' so helplessly, she's waiting'

Longing' so deeply she's longing

Praying that he will return to her bastion of love

Fervently pouring out her soul to God above'

"God, protect him' God, save him'

Do not lay him 'neath foreign ground.

God, bring him back to me safe and sound.

God, bring him back, regardless of grievous wound.

Oh, just bring him back. Just bring him back!"

She fretted with him ' fought beside him.

Her sweet love to upon his beleaguered soul pour

His torn and ragged heart cure

His damning memories obscure.

Knowing her love will all hurt heal

If I can just get him once again to feel

Together, we will never forget'

Remembering lost childhood, lost brothers,

Sunrise to sunset

But changed forever ... can we ever pay their debt?

Can we ever live without regret?

Anne Margaret Lane Thigpen, so loved her man

Thig, so far, far away, in jungled Vietnam

With passion gone to do his All-American duty

Fighting for brave justice in liberty

With the support of his young wife-next-door

Dreamed dreams of the war eagle, this boy-next-door

Just doing his patriotic chore'

She bravely smiled, dreaming of how she would miss

Her man's soft gentle kiss

The embodiment of heart and love

The blessed miracle of soul-caring given from above

Best friends, married at eighteen

Thig and his beloved queen

With eternal love never changing

Slings and arrows of life and war never altering.

"Talmage, you just come home to me and your son

Stay safe in Vietnam's land of the gun"

She entreated with burning passion in her eyes

Warming Thig's heart beyond what he could realize

For somehow she knew ' she knew

He did not know what he was getting into

Not understanding consequences of the devil's brew

But she knew ' yet let him go too

Because it was something he had to do

For a man stands when called

To relieve suffering of a people by tyranny galled.

She put on a brave front in silence she suffered

Her supporting determination by love's tears buffered

A good woman, my wife

She is my very heart ' my life.

Memory of her voice like a bird so sweet

Memory of a wife so lovely and petite

He kept locked in fevered mind discreet

She buoyed him up to fight the Vietcong

To sing the somebody done freedom wrong song

She made this soldier's lonely heart sing

She was indeed the wind beneath his wing

Lifting him proudly higher than a king.

Anne Margaret prayed, like an angel prayed,

"Lord, I need Thee every hour, but he needs You more,

God protect my man Thig. Oh save him You died for."

She changed the oil, did the plumbing, mowed the yard

Her loving support from home Thig's lifeguard

Showing her man naught but good cheer

Hiding grievous pain that her poor heart did sear

Making music to drown hard silence known for a year.

Anne Margaret dispensed down-to-earth wisdom

To her man far away in Vietnam

She gave strength to make it through.

She gave courage when Thig was blue

Though sorely she missed his hugs, kisses too

Especially during long nights alone in their bed

Caressing the pillow where her man lay his head

Spilling tears softly on her gold wedding band

Remembering her loved one fighting in a foreign land.

So Thig made it back on a wing and a prayer

To his love, Anne Margaret, waiting sweetly there.

Thig so proud of his wife, honest always to a fault

You better not ask her what she thought'

Because she'd tell you! like as not

Laying it on the line what you'd wrought.

She sang at American Legion halls and veteran places

Bringing angelically loving smiles to lonely faces

Warbling like an angel on the wing

On the Grand Old Oprey stage she did her thing.

"Are there any veterans out there?

When performing, she always asked everywhere,

For I am married to a Vietnam veteran!

Stand up Veterans of any war, in any land of the gun

Stand up so we can say, 'Welcome Home'

'Welcome Home' from lands bleak and darksome

'Welcome Home' from lands of shock and awesome

To sons of war feeling abandoned and alone

Bearing Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome."

Thig told her this made him cry,

Remembering a place where part of him did die

So asked her not to'

But she said "Talmage, I do this because I love you."

"I love you too, Anne Margaret!

That I did not tell you more often my only regret.

My beloved, now it's you gone so far away

To a far land where I hope to join you someday

Now it's you leaving me behind to pray'

To an angel gone before to prepare the holy way

My angel flown to heaven's royal courtyards above

Now sitting on the right hand of God's infinite love

Gone but not forgotten, the music you used to play

It's hard to bear empty silence since you've gone away.

But now you sing with choirs of angels in joyful array

A right heavenly gig

Just remember always thine Thig'

Trying so hard to hold wisdom's courage you gave me

Hiding the pain of parting till we fulfill our destiny

I'll find strength you taught me, somehow

Wiping away tears from my fevered brow

I miss you. I need you. I love you!"

-poem by a wife of a vietnam veteran-😭

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