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music, Lyrics, songs, melodies, thoughts, discussions, friendship, love , pain, happiness, politics, videos, informations, random talks, views, pictures... etc etc!! A PLACE for everything!!PULKIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18145220843639184618noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435684512144786833.post-8877100225157797132011-01-26T09:46:00.004+05:302011-01-26T09:58:28.300+05:30Happy Republic Day!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LC_7E34vCsQ/TT-he69SOmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/INSgnrDFe_w/s1600/Republic%2BDay%2B6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566345217047673442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LC_7E34vCsQ/TT-he69SOmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/INSgnrDFe_w/s320/Republic%2BDay%2B6.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LC_7E34vCsQ/TT-hN7AuN2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/2DP6SPRxjCc/s1600/Republic%2BDay%2B5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566344925004314466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LC_7E34vCsQ/TT-hN7AuN2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/2DP6SPRxjCc/s320/Republic%2BDay%2B5.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LC_7E34vCsQ/TT-g4WhjerI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1nlLKzo9pq0/s1600/Republic%2BDay%2B4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566344554432658098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LC_7E34vCsQ/TT-g4WhjerI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1nlLKzo9pq0/s320/Republic%2BDay%2B4.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Saurabhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655976827002992018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435684512144786833.post-17848567661526787502011-01-24T10:34:00.003+05:302015-05-16T06:19:54.002+05:30The Mayonnaise Jar<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and two cups of coffee.<br />
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A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it up with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.<br />
So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed, it was.<br />
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes".<br />
The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and the poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.<br />
"Now", said the Professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things- your God, family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favourite passions- things that if everything was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter. Like your job, your home and your car. The sand is everything else-the small stuff.<br />
"If you put sand into the jar first, he continued, there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls". The same goes for your life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. So pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.<br />
One of the students raised her hand and inquired, what the coffee represented.<br />
The Professor smiled, "I am glad you asked. It goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there is always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend!</div>
Saurabhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655976827002992018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435684512144786833.post-60500124880234457132011-01-24T10:19:00.001+05:302011-01-24T10:34:27.983+05:30Nail in the fenceThere was once a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that everytime he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day, the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into that fence.<br /> Finally, the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.<br /> The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say, I'm sorry, the wound is still there." A verbal wound is as bad as a physical wound.Saurabhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655976827002992018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435684512144786833.post-88639722581229661872011-01-23T21:10:00.002+05:302011-01-23T21:35:49.863+05:30The Secret of HappinessA certain shopkeeper sent his son to learn about the secret of happiness from the wisest man in the world. The lad wandered through the desert for forty days and finally came upon a beautiful castle, high atop a mountain. It was there that the wisest man lived. Rather than finding a saintly man, our hero, on entering the main room of the castle, saw a hive of activity: tradesmen came and went, people were conversing in the corners, a small orchestra was playing soft music, and there was a table covered with platters of the most delicious food in that part of the world. The wise man conversed with everyone, and the boy had to wait for two hours before it was his turn to be given the man's attention.<br /> The wise man listened attentively to the boy's explanation of why he had come, but told him that he didn't have time just then to explain the secret of happiness. He suggested that the boy look around the palace and return in two hours. "Meanwhile I want to ask you to do something," said the wise man, handing the boy a teaspoon that held two drops of oil. "As you wander around, carry this spoon with you without allowing the oil to spill".<br /> The boy began climbing and descending the many stairways of the palace, keeping his eyes fixed on the spoon. After two hours, he returned to the room where the wise man was. "Well", asked the wise man, did you see the persian tapestries that are hanging in my dining hall? Did you see the garden that it took the master gardener ten years to create? Did you notice the beautiful parchments in my library? The boy was embarrased, and confessed that he had observed nothing. His only concern had been not to spill the oil that the wise man had entrusted to him. Then go back and observe the marvels of my world, said the wise man. "You cannot trust a man if you don't know his house".<br /> Relieved, the boy picked up the spoon and returned to his exploration of the palace, this time observing all of the works of art on the ceilings and the walls. He saw the gardens, the mountains all around him, the beauty of flowers, and the taste with which everything had been selected. Upon returning to the wise man, he narrated in detail everything he had seen. "But where are the drops of oil I entrusted to you?" asked the wise man. Looking down at the spoon he held, the boy saw that the oil was gone.<br /> "Well, there is only one piece of advice I can give you," said the wisest of wise man. "The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world, and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon".Saurabhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655976827002992018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435684512144786833.post-836014964887073712011-01-22T21:57:00.003+05:302011-01-25T10:00:23.737+05:30Unique USP!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LC_7E34vCsQ/TTsGiZj9HAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/kownOoEbpfY/s1600/FACEBOOK.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565048952593390594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LC_7E34vCsQ/TTsGiZj9HAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/kownOoEbpfY/s320/FACEBOOK.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Nothing could be more rewarding these days than the power of social networking as this is the hottest selling item in the world these days. The sooner you realize this, the better it will be for you. As this person has done. Take a look....</div>Saurabhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655976827002992018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435684512144786833.post-49588381207505207992011-01-22T21:48:00.000+05:302011-01-22T21:56:22.257+05:30HeightsHeight of astonishment: A thief hiding in a police station!<br /><br />Height of stupidity: A man telling his mirror "What is the reason man that you look like me??"<br /><br />Height of minuteness: A pimple on the dimple on the right cheek of an ant!<br /><br />Height of courage: A man standing on a railway track and telling the approaching train "Let's face each other"!<br /><br />Height of generosity: A rich man giving a sleeveless shirt with its front and back missing to a beggar!<br /><br />Height of desperation: A one handed man clinging to a cliff with back itching!<br /><br />Height of obedience: A servant waking up his master from a sound sleep to give him sleeping pills!<br /><br />Height of frustation: A friendly well wishing neighbour ringing a doorbell at 12 midnight to wish "Have a good sleep"!Saurabhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655976827002992018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435684512144786833.post-53940412420836126762011-01-22T21:39:00.002+05:302011-01-22T21:46:13.212+05:30LifeOf atoms the tree is made, of words the story is made, of bricks the building is made, of steps the journey is made, of minutes the life is made, of drops the ocean is made, of acts the habit is made, of habits the character is made and of people the world is made.<br /> Then consider creating it atom by atom, writing it word by word, building it brick by brick, living it minute by minute, filling it drop by drop, developing it act by act and doing it one by one for the greatest things in this world are made of the smallest ones......Saurabhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655976827002992018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435684512144786833.post-23841160424330490762011-01-22T21:29:00.000+05:302011-01-22T21:35:50.788+05:30Heaven or HellAfter his death, a man was once taken to see both heaven and hell. In hell, there were a lot of people sitting around a table, on which was laid a sumptuous feast. But everyone was starving and crying out in anguish for their arms were much too long to convey the food to their mouths.<br /> He was then taken to heaven where there was an identical scene.....people sitting around a sumptuous feast. Here again their arms were too long to feed themselves. But there was no starvation and everyone was satisfied. They were all busy feeding one another!!Saurabhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655976827002992018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435684512144786833.post-27409274000331926982010-11-11T10:31:00.003+05:302010-11-11T10:44:00.966+05:30A Difficult JudgmentIn a small town in India, a person decided to open up a bar, which was right opposite to a temple. The temple and its congregation started a campaign to block the bar from opening with petitions and prayed daily against his business.<br /> Work progressed.....However, when it was almost complete and was about to open a few days later, a strong ligtning struck the bar and it was burnt to the ground. The temple folks were rather smug in their outlook after that, till the bar owner sued the temple authorities on the grounds that the temple through its congregation and prayers was ultimately responsible for the ill fate of his dream project, either through direct or indirect action or means.<br /> In its reply to the Court, the temple vehemently denied all responsibility or any connection that their prayers were reasons to the bar's burning down. As the case made its way into the Court, the judge looked over the paperwork at the hearing and commented; "I don't know how I'm going to decide this case, but it appears from the paperwork, we have a bar owner who believes in the power of prayer and we have an entire temple and its devotees that doesn't.Saurabhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655976827002992018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435684512144786833.post-59779177540217323972010-10-30T12:59:00.005+05:302010-10-30T13:17:50.901+05:30Vigyan GramA Vigyan Gram, or a science village, is to come up on the outskirts of Tripura's capital, complete with a museum, library, planetarium, botanical garden, bird sanctuary and other attractions to popularize science among the masses.<br /> The Vigyan Gram, to be modelled on the lines of science cities in various cities in India, would be set up at a cost of Rs 35 crore in western Tripura's Badharghat, a village on the outskirts of Agartala. Already 9.20 acres of land has been earmarked for the science village, which is scheduled to be open in the next 33 months, when the first phase gets completed. The entire Vigyan Gram would be completed would by four years.<br /> The science village project seeks to develop awareness among people, raise the literacy and outlook of young students and people, specifically with respect to science. It will help people to learn about science and scientific works through recreational activities and promote research works. The project will also contribute towards generating employment opportunities and promote eco- tourism.<br /> The Vigyan Gram would also offer excellent non-formal educational facility to supplement the formal science education imparted in educational institutions.<br /> The main objectives of setting up of the Vigyan Gram includes, to grow, nurture and stimulate a culture of science and develop a scientific temper among the people in the northeastern region and to promote innovative and experimental activities through a hands-on learning process.<br /> The Vigyan Gram would also help to promote and exhibit interaction of science, technology, energy and environment with human life and to enhance scientific awareness among the people at large and to showcase the latest scientific and techonological breakthroughs.<br /><br />Courtsey:<br />Yojana-November 2010Saurabhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655976827002992018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435684512144786833.post-5574127827974098222010-06-20T22:24:00.002+05:302010-06-20T22:50:18.200+05:30Sia - My lOv3<div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://hollywoodcrush.mtv.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/123109_eclipse.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://eleniane.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/romantical-love-painting-photo6.jpg">My love</a>, leave yourself behind<br />Beat inside me, leave you blind<br />My love, you have found peace<br />You were searching for release<br /><br />You gave it all, into the call<br />You took a chance and<br />You took a fall for us<br /><br />You came thoughtfully, loved me faithfully<br />You taught me honor, you did it for me<br /><br />Tonight you will sleep for good (?)<br />You will wait for me my love<br /><br />Now I am strong (Now I am strong)<br />You gave me all anekatips<br />You gave all you had and now I am home (?)<br /><br />My love, leave yourself behind<br />Beat inside me, leave you blind<br />My love, look what you can do<br />I am mending,<blockquote> I'll be with you</blockquote><br /><br />You took my hand added a plan<br />You gave me your heart<br />I asked you to dance with me<br /><br />You loved honestly<br />Did what you could release<br />Aaaahhh oooh<br /><br />I know in peace you go<br />I hope relief is yours<br /><br />Now I am strong (Now I am strong)<br />You gave me all<br />You gave all you had and now I am home<br /><br />My love, leave yourself behind<br />Beat inside me, I'll be with you<br />oooooohh ooooh<br />Du du du ooooooh<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AFCU4lQ5Q1k"></a></div>Rishabh V3rmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12329491651185483098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435684512144786833.post-65060414078038244792010-01-08T11:50:00.004+05:302010-01-08T12:42:06.323+05:30Saving of National Honour<span style="font-size:130%;">While it is not uncommon to show excessive exuberance, excitement and rowdiness in celebrating festivals, sporting events and other events of gaiety in India, we sometimes in this over excitement and happiness forget our duties and do many acts which attracts media attention and may also land us in trouble.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">In celebrating National festivals like Independence Day and Republic Day and also while celebrating Indian cricket team's major wins in this cricket crazy nation, use the Indian National Flag to express our happiness. But on such occasions of joy we sometimes intentionally and on other times out of ignorance bring disrepute to the Indian National Flag which is a national honour.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Every now and then we read in the newspapers and see on the television about common man and the celebrities alike insulting the Indian National Flag.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Showing disrespect and contempt towards the Indian National Flag and the Indian Constitution is an offence under 'The Prevention of Insults to National Honour Act, 1971' punishable with imprisonment of upto three years or fine.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I would like to apprise the readers as to what constitutes insult to the National Flag:</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">As per the provisions of the aforementioned act-The disrespect to the Indian National Flag means and includes-</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">1. a gross affront or indignity offered to the Indian National Flag; or</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">2. dipping the Indian National Flag in salute to any person or thing; or</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">3. flying the Indian National Flag at half-mast except on occasions on which the flag is flown at half-mast on public buildings in accordance with the instructions issued by the Government; or</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">4. using the Indian National Flag as a drapery in any form whatsoever except in state funerals or armed forces or other para-military forces funerals; or</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">5. using the Indian National Flag:-</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">(i) as a portion of costume, uniform or accessory of any description which is worn below the waist of any person; or</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">(ii) by embroidering or printing it on cushions, handkerchiefs, napkins, undergarments or any other dress material; or</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">6. putting any kind of inscription upon the Indian National Flag; or</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">7. using the Indian National Flag as a receptacle for receiving, delivering or carrying anything except flower petals before the Indian National Flag is unfurled as part of celebrations on special occasions includng the Republic Day or the Independence Day; or </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">8. using the Indian National Flag as covering for a statue or a monument or a speaker's desk or a speaker's platform; or</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">9. allowing the Indian National Flag to touch the ground or the floor or trail in water intentionally; or</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">10. draping the Indian National Flag over the hood, top, and sides or back or on a vehicle, train, boat or an aircraft or any other similar object; or</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">11. using the Indian National Flag as a covering for a building; or</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">12. intentionally displaying the Indian National Flag with the "saffron" down.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">So the next time when you hold the Indian National Flag in your hand keep in mind these points. Give due respect to the Nationa Honour and show that you are a true Indian.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Saurabh</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>Saurabhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655976827002992018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435684512144786833.post-68445586100378973172010-01-08T05:30:00.003+05:302010-01-08T05:39:35.445+05:30India's Sporting Spirit<span style="font-size:130%;">The game of Snakes and Ladders was created in India by the 13th century poet saint Gyandev. It was originally called 'Mokshapat'. The ladders in the game represented virtues and the snakes indicated vices. The game was played with cowrie shells and dices. In time the game underwent several modifications, but its meaning remained the same, i.e. good deeds take people to heaven and evil to a cycle of re-births.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Saurabh</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Taken from Yojana, January 2010 issue</span>Saurabhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655976827002992018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435684512144786833.post-36216676006673541162009-12-12T15:54:00.001+05:302009-12-12T15:54:30.980+05:30Rocket Singh : Salesman of the yearRocket Singh: salesman of the year in one word can be described as film which was "different". Different in its packaging, picturism and minute understandings of each of its main storyline protagonists.<br />Ranvir Kapoor does exceptional justice to his role and delivers believable facial expressions in each of the scenes with different moods throughout, be it the introdictory lighter party scene with friends celebrating graduation, the Interview at AYS sales and even the sorry giving table scene later in the movie. He looks the same person throughout, someone whom you love right from beginning to end of the movie, you sympathize with his states at times and appreciate each of its realistic non filmy mathods to battle the tough circumstances that life as an honest sales representative brings upon him.<br />The performance by his team ( or his wellwisher friends) in that not so friendly office is another very high point. They are all non virtual,non filmy chracters that we keep seeing in our every day life and somehow relate to them.<br />This movie was deceptive in terms of its promotional adds, where the lead song was missing, Rocket sales corp worked on contradictory ethics,whereas the promo portrayed ranvir as someone who might be very tactical in terms of his approach,leave about tact, what he was... in two words was straight and honest.<br />I also was not completely satisfied with the way Mr Puri admits his defeat in the end, it could have been thought in a more believable manner and that ego driven guy who keeps boating about his win-every-game philosphy got converted in a I-Lost person all in a matter of few weeks of sales fall.<br />Anyways... In all, we to the theatres with your family to watch Rocket singh,The people in the movie have thought and worked out their skin to offer you something different on screen.<br />A three on five (3 on 5) and a pat on the back for Ranvir Kapoor and other cast members.PULKIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18145220843639184618noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435684512144786833.post-38678667471688873282009-10-17T14:53:00.001+05:302009-10-17T14:53:05.028+05:30Happy Diwali :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435684512144786833.post-75496255981251723282009-10-11T09:04:00.003+05:302009-10-11T09:26:29.092+05:30HOME AGAIN<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHHGEKw0vVZhcATIGJL64vT2Oe_w1lQM38N-uML9qPYP2dxrnm7Dht7DC0uwi1HNVEvt47Sj5eu-4w-fVKpMx22VwZ36XoEon-G9YB1GW_n3LgCeYR3PIzSW8OXkKkoInB9rJXzdGtbEs/s1600-h/1115105_f520.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHHGEKw0vVZhcATIGJL64vT2Oe_w1lQM38N-uML9qPYP2dxrnm7Dht7DC0uwi1HNVEvt47Sj5eu-4w-fVKpMx22VwZ36XoEon-G9YB1GW_n3LgCeYR3PIzSW8OXkKkoInB9rJXzdGtbEs/s320/1115105_f520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391181569764077410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Far away from the maddening crowd,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">I am on my way back to hometown now,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Left behind those busy street lanes,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">I am making my way towards the high mountains...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">I am driving too slow as if some turtle is walking</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">cause' with these roads i wanna have some chat-talking.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">After so long,I am back on my country roads.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Searching for some butterflies and few little toads.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">A bit ahead will be the same waterfall i know,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">and 200 miles ahead will be the mountains covered with snow.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Oh!I remember that old farm.Yes i do.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">where grandma would live with her dog named boo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">how I would play with boo,the whole day through,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">and how bitterly i cried when he died of some flu.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Childhood memories are flashing back in my head,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">oh how i wish i cud get those fine days back</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> but time once gone can never be attained,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> though the memories live forever inside the brain...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> How slow I am driving I should turn up now,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> cause' I have to reach sweet home before it gets dark,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> Mumma must be waiting for me so eagerly,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> as she used to do so tenderly...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Birds are flying back to their places,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> as sky is growing dusky and dark.....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> but my country is still shining so bright</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> It still have that passion and spark...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> Here i m finally outside my home in the night</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> oh mumma you are looking so beautiful and juvenile</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> father you are growing some old I</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> please stop doing work like a busy bee</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> they kissed me tenderly and took me inside</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> I took a deep breathe n looked beside..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> my little sis was sleeping and holding a card</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> with a message "welcome brother,in the country's heart"</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> I kissed upon her cheeks and had my food,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> searched for the whisky, I wanted to shoot,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> had a drink with my father and he said,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> You must be tired just go off to your bed..</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> I jumped on my bed and closed my eyes</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> called my doggy and then hold him tight</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> I forgot all tiredness and all my pain</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> oh what a pleasure to be home again ..</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">NIKKHIL VERMA</span></span><br />[:)]<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>NIKKHIL VERMAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16049487875761492727noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435684512144786833.post-69210549964674828762009-10-06T14:01:00.003+05:302009-10-06T14:32:50.254+05:30<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUc7sNCk0p15usi8G2vSbNolBQNCq12hJc_A5ixpC-fogva3e_VJRxI5g2EU9Ewk0YbcMngOBzEw6xBMTGSAltR9xqdNF-oOorxXsAetIHIuDLYenkGlX22Yd4lTM7fO1eo2rc8unzHK8/s1600-h/sunflower-petals.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUc7sNCk0p15usi8G2vSbNolBQNCq12hJc_A5ixpC-fogva3e_VJRxI5g2EU9Ewk0YbcMngOBzEw6xBMTGSAltR9xqdNF-oOorxXsAetIHIuDLYenkGlX22Yd4lTM7fO1eo2rc8unzHK8/s320/sunflower-petals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389402308581396450" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">PANKHURIYA</span>---PETALS OF LOVE,CARE & HELP</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Hello friends.Nice to be back here once again.This time I am here with a very important work and I honestly need u all to join my hands and turn my dreams into reality.Yes,I have seen a dream to make every child <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">literate</span> and educated,because we all know that these are the children who will have to hold the responsibilities of making India a developed and prosperous nation in the near future.But the saddest part is that still there are children who desperately want to get proper education but lack of resources put their wishes back in the pocket.There are people who want their children to get higher and proper education,in some cases even the children are brilliant but lack of money made them to wipe their tears silently n sit back.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> So I have thought something that can possibbly fulfill their wishes.All I need is your support.I am launching a social group by the name of <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">PANKHURIYA</span>---PETALS OF LOVE,CARE & HELP..................<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Yes </span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >PANKHURIYA </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">is a social group which is first of all a 0 money group....I am not asking for any funds or any financial help.Now this might sound a bit odd to you that then how we are going to help such children??</span></span><br />As I said that this group is for the education of those children who quit their education just because they or their parents are unable to provide them the books that cost too much and also the huge amount of school fees seem like a heavy burden to them.Sometimes even if they go to buy these books on second hand rate basis then only their pocket doesn't allow them to go for that.Children of India are the children who can change the face of India and therefore I thought to collect such books n other study materials from all my friends and from you,the books that u probably sell or give someone who can afford...but think about these children who are willing to study but lack of money is a hurdle....i need no money,not even ur precious time.All I want you to do is that please contribute as many books as you can to my organisation so that these children also go for studies.I also want all schools to come ahead n make it a point to educate atleast 5-10 children by providing them free education atleast upto 10th grade.<br />I want all the education boards across the country to kindly join me and all the schools to make it a point to give free and proper education to any 5 children .We can definitely bring a change by doing this.Suppose if 10 schools join us and each school provide free education to 10 students then only this can make 100 children educated.After completing 10th they can go for vocational courses and can earn their livelihood atleast.<br />These things are for the future but we have to make it a start so that India can witness a glorious future ahead.....join me if u r with me and bring a change..<br /><br />To join this group..click on the link below..<br /><br /><br />http://www.orkut.co.in/Community?cmm=92218935&mt=7<br /><br /><br />Thankyou..<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><br /></span></div></div>NIKKHIL VERMAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16049487875761492727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435684512144786833.post-76372519251145364922009-10-03T19:23:00.000+05:302009-10-03T19:24:06.148+05:30Misunderstood<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpm2Ejvt3FXv-Av1MCtk5qprhKwdkjQdEAorp46-jR4SYVWQKiHUEJ30JeIrH-Cc8ceqa_9DmHv9TB7HS3VAaaLmf36IT37R8WVRsMzmDDuszFwi2JkakC1IkeS0bgVVkS3YZlO0XYYIWm/s1600-h/godzilla_3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpm2Ejvt3FXv-Av1MCtk5qprhKwdkjQdEAorp46-jR4SYVWQKiHUEJ30JeIrH-Cc8ceqa_9DmHv9TB7HS3VAaaLmf36IT37R8WVRsMzmDDuszFwi2JkakC1IkeS0bgVVkS3YZlO0XYYIWm/s400/godzilla_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388370331942136066" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">gobbling into Night</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Searching for Life</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Struggling in its claws</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Hungry for his peace</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">tortured in agony roars to the sky</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">mistaken as a demon even in its cry!<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Image is taken from one of my all time favorite movies! Can watch it over and over again...ample times!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"></span></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></span></div>PULKIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18145220843639184618noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435684512144786833.post-41416077903601263202009-10-02T18:01:00.000+05:302009-10-02T18:04:30.291+05:30:)Today I complete 1 year at my blog -<br /><a href="javascript:void(0);" target="_blank" onclick="_linkInterstitial('http://19goes20.blogspot.com/2009/07/thr\74wbr\76ee-queens-and-horse-rider.html'); return false;">http://19goes20.blogspot.com/2009/07/thr<wbr>ee-queens-and-horse-rider.html</a> MY 1st Anniversary Post<br />pls do read and comment and whenever U have 10 mins .... :)<br />I will waitPULKIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18145220843639184618noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435684512144786833.post-76858753163812470632009-10-02T11:02:00.000+05:302009-10-02T11:04:47.820+05:30CHETAN BHAGAT'S substantial Interview about 3 Idiots<object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="bb-embed" align="middle" height="400" width="480"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"><param name="movie" value="http://videos.bollywoodhungama.com/flashfiles/videoplayer-embed.swf?flvid=ChetanBhagatIntOnThreeIdiots1stOct09Replace&flvtitle=Bollywood+Hungama%27s+Exclusive+With+Noted+Writer+Chetan+Bhagat&flvsec=5&videosecname=Interviews&flvtp=3&flvln=&flvsz=23764992&flvdur=455"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"><embed 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mastermind Hafiz Saeed and others has been rejected by Pakistan as insufficient.This shows its seriousness of dealing with terrorism.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> Despite assurances that the country's soil would not be used to aid and abet terrorism, the fact remains that behind every major terror strike across the globe the perpetrators have acted at the behest of state actors.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> The country's soft and dual policy on terrorism is thus reflected.This can be gauged from the fact that the Jamat-ud-dawa with Hafiz Saeed as the head which has been banned by the US and UK due to its subversive activities,has been declared a charitable and religious organization by Pakistan.In the absence of any international pressure and sanctions the country's 'soft on terror' policy only gets a boost.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> US President Barack Obama after winning Presidential elections on November 4,2008 had vowed to stop giving non-military aid to countries using terrorism as a state policy.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> But within less than a year,the US Senate to strengthen US-Pakistan ties, unanimously on September 25,2009 passed the 'Kerry Luger Bill' which will triple non military aid to Pakistan to $1.5 billion till 2014 despite the fact that such aids have been used to support and conduct hostile operations against India.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> It is high time that some concrete steps be taken and sanctions be imposed against Pakistan so that the threat of terrorism which is looming large over the world may end.</span></strong>Saurabhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655976827002992018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435684512144786833.post-3063091400295222252009-09-26T15:33:00.001+05:302009-09-26T15:36:05.876+05:30FREE ME<a onblur="try 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href="http://19goes20.blogspot.com/">- PULKIT TIWARI<span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /></span></span></a><br /><a href="http://19goes20.blogspot.com/">(POETIC CRIES OF INTERPERSONAL EXPRESSIONS)</a><br /></div>PULKIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18145220843639184618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435684512144786833.post-4576776712154444732009-09-20T13:55:00.002+05:302009-09-20T13:57:16.764+05:30A STRANGE CHAT!yesterday orkut account of a friend of mine was Hacked!
<br />I got the chat invitation from her yahoo account at night and I chatted with the person who did this...
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<br /> <meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><title></title><meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.0 (Linux)"><meta name="AUTHOR" content="root"><meta name="CREATED" content="20090919;23072000"><meta name="CHANGEDBY" content="root"><meta name="CHANGED" content="20090919;23245700"> <style> <!-- @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } --> </style> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">riti is Available</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in;"><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>hi</p> <p><img src="http://mail.yimg.com/a/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" name="graphics1" align="bottom" border="0" height="18" width="18" /></p> <p>hows u</p> <p>?</p> <p><u>kriti</u>: </p> <p>fine</p> <p><b>gupta_kriti28 would like to add you to his or her Online Contacts list.</b></p> <p><a href="http://in.mc952.mail.yahoo.com/mc/welcome?.gx=0&.tm=1253377360&.rand=dpipqb01ioo1n#" name="acptRequest">Accept</a> | <a href="http://in.mc952.mail.yahoo.com/mc/welcome?.gx=0&.tm=1253377360&.rand=dpipqb01ioo1n#" name="declRequest">Decline</a></p> <p>fine</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">gupta_kriti28 is Available</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>aur bata</p> <p>sorry!</p> <p>I called</p> <p>ya</p> <p>achanak se</p> <p>I tuk the no</p> <p>from somu</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>nt getting</p> <p>sry tel me bout urself</p> <p>??</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>matlab?</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>nt recgnize u</p> <p>srry</p> <p>plzz tell me </p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>?</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>your nam e</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>u mailed me</p> <p>at my gmail</p> <p>account</p> <p>a few mins</p> <p>back</p> <p>U dont know</p> <p>my name</p> <p>how on earth is</p> <p>it possible</p> <p>?</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>pulkit??</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>yes</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>so u hv deleted the ac..</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>which account</p> <p>?</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>orkut ac.</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>whose orkut account</p> <p>?</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>dat fake 1</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>who r u?</p> <p>first</p> <p>make ur</p> <p>stand clear</p> <p>tell me</p> <p>3 things</p> <p>about me</p> <p>which only</p> <p>real kriti</p> <p>knows</p> <p>-</p> <p>m not sure</p> <p>who I am chatting with</p> <p>the authenticty</p> <p>on my best</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>o shut up</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>frn</p> <p>is on line</p> <p>I am not jokin</p> <p>or kiddin</p> <p>pls!</p> <p>make me</p> <p>sure!</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>okk </p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>that</p> <p>its u!</p> <p>kri</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>the poet</p> <p>u r</p> <p>and </p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>I write a public blog</p> <p>so everyone knows</p> <p>this!</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>okk </p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>NEGATIVE!</p> <p>look</p> <p>who ever</p> <p>ur</p> <p>m sure</p> <p>kri will be safe</p> <p>u cant</p> <p>kid it</p> <p>like this</p> <p>I promise u!</p> <p>that!</p> <p>so dont u dare</p> <p>harm her</p> <p>any way</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>shut up</p> <p>i thanx</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>there are numerous way</p> <p>to reach u</p> <p>m sure!</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>i like that she has gud frnds</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>she definately has</p> <p>what f**k</p> <p>u thought</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>dont wrry </p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>u will just</p> <p>mingle around</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>i m jst kidding</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>and</p> <p>we all will be spectators</p> <p>thats not true!</p> <p>dear!</p> <p>pls</p> <p>back off</p> <p>and leave her</p> <p>accounts</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>dont wrry </p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>for god's sake</p> <p>and ur own</p> <p>safety too!</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>i like ur approach </p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>what approach?</p> <p>huh!</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>n really thanx 2 u 4 her care</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>thats non of ur business!</p> <p>pls</p> <p>dont divert</p> <p>from topic!</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>dont wrry i am nt any bad one </p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>I dont login to yahoo</p> <p>but m just here</p> <p>to check her safety</p> <p>its not</p> <p>joke</p> <p>!!</p> <p>and M sure</p> <p>she must have</p> <p>never harmed</p> <p>u</p> <p>in any way</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>I want to give a srprise 2 hr </p> <p>bt u stupid </p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>me stupid??</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>spoil d game</p> <p>ha ha ha</p> <p>jst joking</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>may I know who's thr?</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>guess</p> <p>??</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>I wont take any names</p> <p>cos m sure</p> <p>of ur intentions</p> <p>yet!</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>i cn tell if u u tell hr</p> <p>samjh yaar</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>Its k!</p> <p>dont tell then</p> <p>but whatever</p> <p>game it is</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>ok 3 guesses</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>I wud like to witness the end soon...cos some one is damn worried</p> <p>she is sufferin</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>lmme try hw much u kno kriti</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>I dont know her</p> <p>U won!</p> <p>happy!</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>witty guy</p> <p>she is lucky</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>She was born lucky!</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>are bas</p> <p>i kno s</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>u do bas!</p> <p>I think u know me too!</p> <p>judging my the way ur talkin</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>nt more bt yaa i want to take ur help</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>regarding what</p> <p>?</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>okk</p> <p>3 guesses</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>My concern is for her safety and make it sure, m not enjoyin the guessing game...I have never been good at it</p> <p>and that too... when one is dealing with</p> <p>a</p> <p>good intention surprise givin hacker!</p> <p>the only thing U know abt me is that M a poet!</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>its also a hard working task</p> <p>no no u r 3rd yr student of kit</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>and that might have made u aware that I love assumptions rather then conclusions!</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>u r hr bst frnd</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>my poetries are based on that!</p> <p>M not her best frn</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>relly</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>she has better frns then me</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>i thought</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>and they will help her</p> <p>more then me</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>e.g.</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>they might never</p> <p>have even talked</p> <p>to u!</p> <p>some really good guys</p> <p>n gals</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>e.g.</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>NO NAMES!</p> <p>have mentioned it</p> <p>earlier too!</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>y foned u naa</p> <p>c</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>look dear,,, miss/mam or whatever - if ur really her frn</p> <p>then stop</p> <p>being the reason</p> <p>of her</p> <p>worry</p> <p>n anxiety!</p> <p>cos this sur[rise</p> <p>not helping her out</p> <p>in any way</p> <p>right now!</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>is she wrrid</p> <p>?/</p> <p>my intention ws nt dat</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>obviously wud be a better word to ans this question judging by the genral awareness of increased cyber crime every passing day</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(0, 0, 0); border-width: medium medium 1px; padding: 0in 0in 0.03in;"> even i kno hr well </p> <p style="border-style: none none double; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(0, 0, 0); border-width: medium medium 4.5pt; padding: 0in 0in 0.03in; margin-bottom: 0in;">
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<br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in;"><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>witty guy</p> <p>she is lucky</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>She was born lucky!</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>are bas</p> <p>i kno s</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>u do bas!</p> <p>I think u know me too!</p> <p>judging my the way ur talkin</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>nt more bt yaa i want to take ur help</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>regarding what</p> <p>?</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>okk</p> <p>3 guesses</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>My concern is for her safety and make it sure, m not enjoyin the guessing game...I have never been good at it</p> <p>and that too... when one is dealing with</p> <p>a</p> <p>good intention surprise givin hacker!</p> <p>the only thing U know abt me is that M a poet!</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>its also a hard working task</p> <p>no no u r 3rd yr student of kit</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>and that might have made u aware that I love assumptions rather then conclusions!</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>u r hr bst frnd</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>my poetries are based on that!</p> <p>M not her best frn</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>relly</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>she has better frns then me</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>i thought</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>and they will help her</p> <p>more then me</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>e.g.</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>they might never</p> <p>have even talked</p> <p>to u!</p> <p>some really good guys</p> <p>n gals</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>e.g.</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>NO NAMES!</p> <p>have mentioned it</p> <p>earlier too!</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>y foned u naa</p> <p>c</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>look dear,,, miss/mam or whatever - if ur really her frn</p> <p>then stop</p> <p>being the reason</p> <p>of her</p> <p>worry</p> <p>n anxiety!</p> <p>cos this sur[rise</p> <p>not helping her out</p> <p>in any way</p> <p>right now!</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>is she wrrid</p> <p>?/</p> <p>my intention ws nt dat</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>obviously wud be a better word to ans this question judging by the genral awareness of increased cyber crime every passing day</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>even i kno hr well </p> <p>i jst answerd security ques only</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>it was an easy one!</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>so u dnt think i m nt hr gud frnd</p> <p>?</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>good frn</p> <p>wud never</p> <p>make</p> <p>her cry</p> <p>in her fast!</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>bul shit </p> <p>c cried</p> <p>really</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>so if u were...then ur not now!</p> <p>sir</p> <p>pls</p> <p>back off</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>plz pulkit </p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>n stop it</p> <p>this very moment</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>tell me she cried</p> <p>oops </p> <p>sryy bt </p> <p>i m nt</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>dont say sorry to me</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>once c askd me to hack hr id </p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>its between u n her</p> <p>resolve it and bring back</p> <p>her smile!</p> <p>she deserves that</p> <p>and if ur her frn</p> <p>then u must</p> <p>know that</p> <p>urself!</p> <p>U knew her</p> <p>bluetooth</p> <p>details</p> <p>and u used</p> <p>them</p> <p>to hack her</p> <p>how cheap is that</p> <p>?</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>no gadhe </p> <p>she hs already made dat ac.</p> <p>tu pitega abhi </p> <p>bole ja raha hai continous</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>?</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>i dont used any details </p> <p>and i just start it orkut ac.</p> <p>every thing is written there</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>u have rehacked it today again</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>its u hv done other wise i make evry thing okk</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>may I ask why?</p> <p>I did what she asked me</p> <p>I dont have brain of my own</p> <p>to use!</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>dats y i m saying c hs gud frnds</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>M in a bullshit college doing bullshit in my degree, I know nothing as to how to use brains</p> <p>I wud like to ask ur leave now!</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>,means</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>I wont chat any furthur</p> <p>have saif</p> <p>said</p> <p>what I wished to say</p> <p>rest</p> <p>depends on ur</p> <p>self call</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>pulkit bhai </p> <p>dnt be angry</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>m not angry</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>some is wrong in here </p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>rather sad...To have wasted my off day with parents...on sorting out the hacked account ...which was a prank!</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>i dont think it needs too time</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>whatever</p> <p>!</p> <p>M dumb</p> <p>even basic tasks for me</p> <p>needs time!</p> <p>dont u Know this</p> <p>?</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>wat</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>that m dumb and slow</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>shut up</p> <p>i will tell u soon </p> <p>who m i</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>tell her</p> <p>not me!</p> <p>its between u n her</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>den prhaps u dnt tell this</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>I already mentioned that</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>okk</p> <p>i will </p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>why did u mailed me? tryin to make fun of me too?</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>nops </p> <p>jst srprse so that</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>then...</p> <p>surprise of what</p> <p>?</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>nice thing is dat c told dis 2 u</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>whats so nice about that</p> <p>?</p> <p>me too was fooled</p> <p>is that whats nice</p> <p>?</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>no</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p>then..</p> <p><u>gupta_kriti28</u>: </p> <p>c wnt tell me</p> <p><u>Me</u>: </p> <p style="border-style: none none double; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(0, 0, 0); border-width: medium medium 4.5pt; padding: 0in 0in 0.03in;"> ?</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
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<br />PULKIThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18145220843639184618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435684512144786833.post-36701206037778792202009-09-10T19:39:00.003+05:302009-09-10T20:03:31.975+05:30The Perfect Boss<strong><span style="color:#000066;">There were about 70 scientists working on a very hectic project.All of them were frustrated due to the pressure of work and demands of their boss but everyone was loyal to him and did not think of quitting the job.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"> One day,one scientist came to his boss and told him-Sir,I have promised my children that I will take them to the exhibition going on in our township.So I want to leave the office at 5:30 PM.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"> His boss replied "OK,you are permitted to leave the office early today".</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">The scientist started working.He continued his work after lunch.As usual he got involved to such an extent that he looked at his watch when he felt he was close to completion.The time was 8:30 PM.Suddenly he remembered of the promise he had given to his children.He looked for his boss, he was not there.Having told him in the morning itself,he closed everything and left for home.Deep within himself,he was feeling guilty for having disappointed his children.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"> He reached home.Children were not there.His wife was alone sitting in the hall and reading magazines.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">The situation was explosive;any talk would boomerang on him.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">His wife asked him "Would you like to have coffee or shall I straight away serve dinner if you are hungry".</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">The man replied "If you would like to have coffee,I will too but what about children"??</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Wife replied "You don't know??Your manager came here at 5:15 PM and has taken the children to the exhibition.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"> What really happened was....</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"> The boss who granted him permission was observing him working seriously at 5:00 PM.He thought to himself,this person will not leave the work,but if he has promised his childern,they should enjoy the visit to the exhibiton.So he took the lead in taking them to the exhibition.The boss does not have to do it everytime.But once it is done ,loyalty is established.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">That is why all scientists at Thumba continued to work under their boss even though the stress was tremendous.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"> By the way,can you guess as to who the boss was??</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"> </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000066;">He was none other than Dr.A.P.J.Abdul Kalam,Former President of India</span></strong>Saurabhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01655976827002992018noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2435684512144786833.post-40739911255342471882009-09-04T01:10:00.000+05:302009-09-04T01:12:02.175+05:30Confession to a moon<span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="font-style: italic; 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margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } --> </style> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">She was reading her bed time novel when Nupur's phone started vibrating. Avinash was calling. It was 12.35 in the night! “Hi avi! Kya hua? Itni raat ko... ??? neeni nahi aa rahi kya?”,she said giggling.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“look Nupz, majaak mat udaao yaar... tumhe pata hai na kitni tension hai... !!” he replied in a firm straight voice, expecting sympathy and concern from her, which she hardly got ever.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“oh god Mr Romeo, did you proposed her or not? I made you learn the lines na! Just call her up and be a man, show some god damn courage you Idiot”, she was still giggling.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“had it been you, it would have been so so easy, gosh! Just as Neha picks up the phone, I forget everything... even my name.” he was sounding low!</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“look Avi, I think since last 2 years, you have eaten my god damn head over this girl, I think you should go for it tonight, she is your good friend now too and keep telling me how much she adores and respects you all the time... just tell her what you feel for her.” she replied with the same calmness and compassion with which Nupur had been dealing with Avinash for past 8 years.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“aur waise bhi... har ladki ka sapna hoga ki tum jaisa padka usse miley...” she said in a low tone and took a breath.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Avi kept the phone down. She smiled again and resumed her novel, muttering to herself... “pagal hai ye ladka.”</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Avi and Nupz were best friends since school days, then college and now professional buddies, have faced so many ups and downs but were always there for each other.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Tee tee – tee tee, her phone started beeping again, she read a text message which was from Avi.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“I just proposed her, she said Yes :) wanted me to marry her soon. I am shocked, numb, thrilled and everything else that I can't express in words”. She called him up. “mubarak ho mr romeo, koi ladki bechari bewkoof ban hi gayi finally”, she said and started giggling again. “Nupz, tum kabhi toh serious hua karo yaar”, he said smiling. He was happy. She was happy because he was happy. “acha ab phone rakho, mujhe mere best friend se baat karni hai”,she said.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“haan haan jao, kal milte hain, tumhe pata hai waise... You are the best, I repeated exactly same lines to her what you told me to, I still dont know How you understand my emotions, more then I understand them, You are the best thing that ever happened to me, ab chane k jhaad pe mat chado...ahem ahem! Jyada ho gaya”, he said this and with voice of laughs, his tone faded away to single beep on phone line.</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">She opened her room and went out in the garden, she looked up! Moon stared from above. Seemed as if tears were shedding from cheeks of moon and moon light is carrying them and settling them on her eyelids. Her eyelids were wet. Her eyes were red. She cried. “only you knew that I loved him beyond all limits for all these years, I wish I would have agreed to your advice of letting him know about it”,”I wish... I wish...”</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">she came back running. Stormed into her pillow and busted to tears. She picked up a piece of paper and wrote on it the following lines from a text message which she had learn...</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">“Zindagi se humne kuch chaha hi nahi</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">chaha jise bhi usse kabhi paya hi nahi</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">jise paya usse kuch yun kho diya</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">jaise Zindagi mein kabhi koi aaya hi nahi”</span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;">
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