Naina Quotes

Chaap Tilak Chhap tilak sab cheeni ray mosay naina milaikay Chhap tilak sab cheeni ray mosay naina milaikay Prem bhatee ka madhva pilaikay Matvali kar leeni ray mosay naina milaikay Gori gori bayyan, hari hari churiyan Bayyan pakar dhar leeni ray mosay naina milaikay Bal bal jaaon mein toray rang rajwa Apni see kar leeni ray mosay naina milaikay Khusrau Nijaam kay bal bal jayyiye Mohay Suhaagan keeni ray mosay naina milaikay Chhap tilak sab cheeni ray mosay naina milaikay Translation You've taken away my looks, my identity, by just a glance. By making me drink the wine of love-potion, You've intoxicated me by just a glance; My fair, delicate wrists with green bangles in them, Have been held tightly by you with just a glance. I give my life to you, Oh my cloth-dyer, You've dyed me in yourself, by just a glance. I give my whole life to you Oh, Nijam, You've made me your bride, by just a glance.

How were you naive enough to think you and Yash had a chance?" Naina said. "Because truth has to..." "... count for something," Yash and India said together. India spun toward him. And there it was, the endless peace of her gaze. Breath whooshed out of him, weight lifted off his shoulders. "Because love has to count for something." He took a step closer, and her body sagged, mirroring all the relief he was feeling. "I breathe differently when she's around. I feel... I feel alive in ways I never have.

Most of all, learn, as much as possible. There’s no surer path to confidence. And with confidence comes better performance; you automatically minimize the risk of failure. Equally,

Only now that he’d started reading himself, now that he saw Rebecca browsing the shelves, Mrs. Danvers sitting beside him in the Foyles café, eating a cream-cheese bagel, or Amir and Hassan running up and down between the tables, only now did he realize how lovely it would have been to learn a little more about the world Naina had been occupying, the characters she’d been walking with.

I love you, I love you very very much naina mein aankhein band karti hun to tumhain dekhti hun aankhe kholti hun to tumhain dekhna chahti hun tum paas nahi hote to tumhain chaarun taraf mehsoos karti hun har pal har ghadi har waqt merre naina tumhi ko doondate hain isse pyar kaho paagalpan ya mere dil ki dhadkan mere liye ek hi baat hai pyar to bahut log karte hain lekin mere jaisa pyar koi nahi kar sakta kyonki kisi ke paas tum jo nahi ho mein tumhain bhool nahi sakti mein tumhain bhoolna hi nahi chahti tum mere ho, mein tumhain zindagi bhar pyar karungi marte dam tak pyar karungi aur us k baad bhi...

I learnt that people work for people, and being an inspirational manager, connecting with people and earning their trust is crucial. To most leaders, this trait comes naturally. The

He began to see these characters not as Henry and Clare but as love itself - that kind of love that feels fated, inescapable. That's what he and Naina had.

But Mukesh, ever since Naina left, he had shut himself away. He had let his daughters look after him, content with his discontented life.

They love you, he heard, in the distance. They’ve always loved you. He’d know that voice anywhere–it was Naina. She was back once more.

Very often in our society, people who have achieved success tend to place a premium on being vainglorious and bumptious. It pays, in my view, to be generous and large of heart and mind; bumptiousness never pays.

I kept doubting there was a god—kept asking: if there is a God why should two people I love be taken away from me so suddenly? It was my mother who was my pillar of strength during this time. I learnt from her that after a loss, pain is inevitable but suffering is optional. Suffering happens when you keep asking questions which have no answers—a wasted exercise which only leaves one miserable. My mother taught me the importance of feeling grateful for all that there was rather than mulling over what wasn’t. Indian

The simple truth is that there is nothing like a good challenge to get the adrenalin going.

recognize that many do not have that luxury and I respect the choices they have to make in similar circumstances. All I can do is encourage them to rejoin work if they truly wish to. One of my colleagues took a break for seven years when her children were very young and spent her time baking cakes and organizing birthday parties. Now back at work, she is one of our most valuable people. Another colleague from our finance team said that she needed to quit as her son was in the tenth standard in school and needed attention, but we convinced her to stay on and work only half-day for the next one year, till the exams were done with. On

I have to admit, I was quite insensitive to the issue of gender inequality in the workplace until a few years ago.

As one reaches the higher rungs of an organization, one loses touch with ground realities; one also misses the smaller complaints, the everyday concerns of colleagues.

If you don't learn 2 accept, You'll go on chasing shadows and faraway mirages forever, never realizing that they only look beautiful when U are far from them.

Leadership, for me, is investing in the people you hope to lead, supporting them through their tough times, connecting with them at a personal level, encouraging them to learn and grow, and having the humility to learn from them. ♦

She was vibrant. Brilliant. He felt dull by comparison.

Today was his shopping day. Naina had always done the shopping on Wednesdays. To deviate from that routine now would be wrong. First things first, he checked the fridge and the cupboards, organized just the way Naina had liked them to be, by which he meant not at all. Just as he suspected: he needed okra and mung beans. He loved mung beans, regardless of what Rohini said. He had never cooked much when Naina was alive, except in the last few months of her life, but he knew a few recipes by heart. They kept him going. What did he need with “nutritionally balanced” at his age, anyway

Desperate to hide himself away, he quickly grabbed a book, any book at all, from the shelf. "The Highway Code and Theory Test for Car Drivers". Well, he certainly hadn't been looking for that. It wasn't even a novel, though it might come in handy for his granddaughter Priya's driving theory test in six years' time. Reluctant to admit defeat, determined to pretend he didn't need the librarian's guidance anyway, he sat down at a table and started to read: "Introduction: The Highway Code is essential reading for everyone." "Oh, Naina," he said, out loud. "What am I doing here?" Someone, hidden away in the corner, sushed him quite aggressively and his head jumped up in fright. How long did he need to wait here for it not to look as though he'd made a silly mistake? It was obvious he wouldn't be taking a driving test any time soon!

What was he like? When you were young?" Naina had asked. "He could be scary, I remember that. He was always telling me off if I ran around in the house, or got my shoes too dusty from outside. But he loved playing with me - we played cricket," he laughed. Naina frowned. "But you're terrible at cricket." "I know - I took after him. He was terrible too.

I merely assisted Hari while he was inebriated." He threw Naina another ruthless smolder. "That's something I'm good at." "Did he also cause you to get drunk in the first place?" Naina asked sweetly. "No!" Hari looked horrified. "I just didn't know that the orange juice wasn't only orange juice. Why would Vansh do such a thing?" "Yes, Naina, why would I do such a thing? It's not like I can predict how people will act when they're drunk." He was all innocence, and it scrambled every bit of her own good sense.

It wasn't like Naina didn't know what an orgasm felt like. Riz, her vibrator, had some goodly miles on him. But when Vansh said he was going to make her scream, she was never again taking that lightly. Her throat felt raw as she sagged against him like he'd wring every last drop of pleasure from her, wrung every last scream and whimper from her. Had she begged? Yes, she'd begged. He'd taken her by surprise. Yet, God, he hadn't. He was panting between her legs like someone who'd sprinted up a hill. One of her knees was hooked over his shoulder. There was a thunderstorm inside her. Her entire wet body was throbbing and spasming like she'd turned into her vagina, all of her that one beautifully, blessedly pleasured organ.

Well, don't you look all pleased with yourself, Baby Prince," Naina Kohli said. She had known Vansh his whole life and had the only voice on earth that had this particular impact on him. A potent combination of reprimand and amusement that made Vansh want to wipe his face like a toddler caught eating dirt, while also making him feel like no one else ate dirt quite as impressively as he did. "And don't you look resplendent, Knightlina," he said, raising his glass of celebratory bubbly at her. A flash of anger slipped past her guarded brown eyes. She hated her given name---enough to have legally changed it at eighteen. Vansh was the only person on earth who got away with using it anymore. And he only used it when that tone of hers made the otherwise nonexistent orneriness bubble up inside him. Then she smiled and did a quick half turn showcasing her charcoal-gray silk pantsuit. "Not bad for the spurned ex, ha?" she offered. "Not at all bad for the spurned fake ex," he countered.

Have you heard of Emma?" "DJ's sister Emma Caine? The hot artist?" He disappeared for a second, then came back with jeans on and finished zipping them up. Why on earth did he think their relationship was close enough for him to be pulling on clothes in front of her? "No, it's a book. The one DJ's sister was named after." Trisha's boyfriend DJ's name was Darcy James. And his sister's name was Emma. Evidently their mother had been a big Jane Austen fan. "By Jane Austen." "Right, I remember Emma mentioning that. Isn't Jane Austen that Darcy chick? Isn't he the one that Brit actor played who all the aunties were gaga over? Colin Farrell?" Naina did it: she rubbed her hand across her face like someone who needed to erase this entire conversation from existence. "So... in the book Emma---which has nothing to do with Darcy, who is from Pride and Prejudice---Emma is an overindulged, albeit well-meaning, brat who is looking for matchmaking projects so she can feel good about herself while filling all that empty time she has on her overprivileged hands.

Wow. Please tell me you haven't come up with a way to blame me for what happened that night." Heat flushed across her skin. Suddenly her office was too small, and she leaned back in her chair, which only brought into focus the fact that he was leaning into her. "Sorry, I forgot. Nothing is ever your fault." The smile in his eyes singed away, he straightened up again. "You're serious? You're suggesting that it is somehow my fault that you rage-fucked me? Actually, rage-fucked my thigh." The temperature in the room shot up so fast, Naina thought she was experiencing her first hot flash. Did those happen at thirty-eight? She groaned, because that thought made her feel ancient as she stared into his stupid dewy young face. She was sure her own face had gone some mortified shade. The only good news was that for once Vansh's color rose too, just as fast and fierce. Wait, had he just accused her of rage-fucking his thigh? "You are the world's most infuriating person, you know that?" For a moment Naina thought she might choke on her own incredulousness and the fact that he was not lying. "What kind of person brings that sort of thing up when someone's life's work is at stake?" "I was not the one who brought it up." He mirrored her finger-spinning action and made a circle around her face. "And don't make that face. You didn't say the words but you were thinking them. Never mind. I am actually not here to discuss our night together." "There was no night together." She pressed her hands into her face and tried to breathe into an imaginary bag. If she didn't calm down she was not going to be able to get this conversation back on track, to say nothing of the fact that she was going to pass out from the heat in here. "You were gone before the morning and I am very grateful that you brought me home and helped me when I----" "Got horny." "Threw up." They spoke simultaneously. Because the universe had decided to test how much humiliation it could stuff into one situation. Great, now he was smiling again, and she wanted to shake him even more. "Come on, Naina. Loosen up. It really wasn't that big of a deal." Relief flooded through her. Thank God. Yes, it was not. She was so glad he thought so. "You're right, people drink too much and throw up all the time.

It's stunning how little respect you have for me, Naina." What more did he have to do to prove himself? She kept typing. "What am I supposed to respect exactly?

In that book of yours, Emma, what happens to her?" he asked Naina as she looked over some paperwork they were about to submit to Naman's office. They were in Yash's apartment, a.k.a. their temporary office, working long after everyone else had left. She raised a brow at him, all the accusations she'd thrown at him---not entirely inaccurately---flashing guiltily in her eyes. "The one who tries to be a matchmaker so she can feel good about herself and fill her boredom?" She smiled, but there was an apology in her eyes. A hot apology. "She learns that having more privilege than other people doesn't mean you know what's best for them. She learns to admit her mistakes and listen to others, and it teaches her to listen to her own feelings too." He laughed. "And she finds the love of her life and they live happily ever after." He'd been joking, but her face said that was exactly what happened. "You're kidding me," he said. "And this is a book you liked?" Which, come to think of it, gave him great hope. "You're a romantic, Naina Kohli," he said, and got all up in her face. "You wish," she said, but she did kiss every last of breath out of him.

All you rich kids running around the world trying to fix it." This time Naina's brow rose less subtly. Vansh couldn't tell if she was offended that Mehta had put Vansh's work and hers in the same general category or if she was offended that he had dismissed them both as rich kids when he himself had a personal fortune of several billion dollars. "Some rich kids run around the world doing the actual work, while some let others do the legwork and buy the credit with their riches," Naina said, her tone so cold, Vansh didn't know how Mehta didn't freeze and crumble instantly.

Why is your sari all askew?" she asked, squatting down in front of Naina and straightening out the pleats. "This is a mess. Oh my gosh, Naina! Is that why you were late?" "I don't know what you're talking about," Naina said, but her face went flaming red. Naina had disappeared for a good half hour when she'd gone to "check up on the guys." "All I'll say is that Neel's not the only gavel in town, Nisha.

Sid Dashwood! Of course. It's so great to finally meet you. This is Naina. Naina Kohli." "Naina Kohli, the spurned ex," Naina announced grandly, and raised the glass of water the bartender handed her. "Spurned for the love of your sister. Yay, India!" She closed her eyes and made what could only be construed as a drunk person's attempt at the om sound. "Everyone's favorite yogi.

As always, the dosas were perfect, crisp and lacy, and the unusual chef's addition of the habanero chutney made Naina's mouth burn in the best way. She'd inherited her ability to tolerate spice from her mother. Dr. Kohli was something of a wimp in this department, and so naturally Naina and her mother only ever ate the truly hot stuff when he wasn't around. "Never make people feel bad when you're better at something than they are," her mother had said with an unfamiliar amount of glee one night at dinner when her husband had been on call and she'd made the potato bhujia with enough red chili powder to make even Naina and her break into a sweat.

I thought the only way I could erase the shame I brought on the family was by finding a man." The laugh he gave was precise and cruel, Dr. Kohli in a nutshell. "You didn't find a man. You found a child." Naina refused to wrap her arms around herself. She refused to let him see what his words did. "The only thing women like you want is someone to control." "No, that's what men like you want. All I want is a relationship that is not about control." He spat out another one of those laughs, lighter on the precision this time and heavier on the cruelty. "Doesn't the fact that you can only have that with a man who is twelve years younger than you tell you something?" Naina's arms went around her. "Doesn't it tell you that you're fighting nature? All the things you want, how you want to live. It's against nature, against God, against our culture, against any civilized culture. Even though people like you keep trying to bastardize it under the guise of progress." His voice was filled with righteous indignation. The voice of a man who knew everything. She looked him square in the eye. "Is it not against nature to hate your own child?

Naina would love this! She loved this kind of thing – and now I’m the one doing it. And not even at the temple.

Mukesh turned to the front page of To Kill a Mockingbird and noticed the Brent Council Libraries sheet, full of black, splotchy dates. So many! It was strange, the idea that this book wasn’t just for him, it was for everyone. All these people who had taken it out before him, people who would take it out after him. They might have read it on a beach, on the train, on the bus, in the park, in their living room. On the toilet? He hoped not! Every reader, unknowingly connected in some small way. He was about to be a part of this too. “Yes, please.” He handed both books back to the girl, stamp at the ready, and as he watched, he wondered, had Naina ever held either of these books? She’d been here all the time, she’d read hundreds of books. Had To Kill a Mockingbird been one of them?

fact that she was, by temperament, unruffled, no matter the crisis; her ability to simplify strategy, without letting it get weighed down by jargon; her belief in being a hands-on leader; and, most importantly, that she had grown with the organization and knew it inside-out.

Manusia tidak berhak menilai apakah manusia lain itu pantas atau tidak pantas untuk bertobat. Kalau kamu takut akan kecewa, itu karena kamu hanya berharap pada manusia. Ingat, serahkan segala sesuatunya hanya pada Allah. Percayailah segala ketentuan-Nya. Kalau kamu melakukan semuanya karena Tuhanmu, pasti tidak akan ada kekecewaan nantinya.

Yash and I aren't exactly going for easy. We want to do hard things. World-changing things. It's not something a yoga instructor would understand. If you don't leave him alone, your selfishness is going to ruin everything." "My selfishness is going to ruin everything for you. That's a really selfless sentiment." That stopped Naina. Suddenly the superiority in her gaze turned to something else. Fear? For the first time she looked like she saw India as more than just a yoga instructor.

Did you want me to be grateful that you're leaving?" Among other things. At first India didn't say it. Then she did. Naina looked taken aback. "Like what? Having another woman steal what's mine?" India stopped and turned to her. Was she for real? Don't engage with her. But the look on Naina's face was too superior, too entitled. "If indeed one of us is stealing what's not theirs, it isn't me.

Yash's happiness is in being governor of California. Then moving on to even bigger things. I'm the one who will get him there. You're the one who will get in his way." Every time India thought she could walk away without answering, the woman said something that made it impossible. "And you don't care how you get there? You don't care that you're holding him to ransom when all he was doing was helping you? You don't care that you've turned him into a crutch?" Naina paled at that. India had hit a nerve. But every aha moment fought you. That's what made the journey so hard.