<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15422668</id><updated>2012-05-29T17:40:50.407+05:30</updated><category term='B'/><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>TRUTH,  LOVE  &amp;  LITTLE  MALICE</title><subtitle type='html'>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~what  astrology.com  says  about  me  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~u possess a gift for leadership, but employed best through cooperative effort. ur means r generally gentle persuasion rather than overt displays of power. u r unconventional, idealistic, &amp;  independent &amp; extremely ambitious, possess much self confidence, but too much sensitive towards ur own feelings. u hav n exceptionally analytical and rational mind, n excellent planner, with a talent for directing &amp; managing groups of ppl.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17488223873409654374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ylxxlQiU8GM/SJtW7q0OzlI/AAAAAAAAChU/qLHXcFoAMSQ/s1600-R/image.phpb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15422668.post-3530199762744646088</id><published>2010-07-28T22:22:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-28T22:36:04.313+05:30</updated><title type='text'>So do I !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you love yourself then some decisions, although painful for next few moments, are worth making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; In fact define a part of life, you always wished to live after you achieve an important milestone in your journey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15422668-3530199762744646088?l=beingabhishek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/feeds/3530199762744646088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15422668&amp;postID=3530199762744646088' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/3530199762744646088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/3530199762744646088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-do-i.html' title='So do I !'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743869799108627535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SgHnVcNKHqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1sX33HVBOck/S220/ATcAAADyjn5-I42p-fUp1noj6dVXV7AT-EUHtLOu_67o8Xphs1Xv329tOUhSWHMBfZX_m4TNFHsd7O3HySKnhQYxFoqvAJtU9VAq2Xk9oicFZLPDIruYZxTZ0ACKPQs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15422668.post-1896487231493081087</id><published>2010-05-05T20:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-05T20:54:27.511+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cos shape is round........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sitaro ko apni aankho main rakh lo, bahut door tak ab raat he raat hogi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; bhulna mat jaana mera nam aap kyoki musafir ho tum bhe musafir hoon main bhe,&lt;br /&gt;kya pata achanak kisi din mulakat hogi !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15422668-1896487231493081087?l=beingabhishek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/feeds/1896487231493081087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15422668&amp;postID=1896487231493081087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/1896487231493081087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/1896487231493081087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/2010/05/cos-shape-is-round.html' title='Cos shape is round........'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743869799108627535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SgHnVcNKHqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1sX33HVBOck/S220/ATcAAADyjn5-I42p-fUp1noj6dVXV7AT-EUHtLOu_67o8Xphs1Xv329tOUhSWHMBfZX_m4TNFHsd7O3HySKnhQYxFoqvAJtU9VAq2Xk9oicFZLPDIruYZxTZ0ACKPQs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15422668.post-386734236408847278</id><published>2010-01-22T06:56:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-22T07:49:29.077+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A complex web........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We never lose, what we never had. Then what ? why again and again, I find myself involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took time but scrathing my head finally I got the answer. We don't meet right person every otherday. Its a honest answer cause we can not lie person within. But life wasn't as easy, What lies between a complex web, we ppl create.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can not through it alone when person in front of you says your left is my right and vice versa. Noone thinks when we move in same direction then right or left really doesn't matter. Its simple, how will you think when you are busy in putting yourself at upper hand. Call it ego or distance, it means same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                      After no one likes to be a loser. Isn't it that we are being a loser, in real game lled life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In many cases it become worse, when a gesture to do it right, interpretated as an act of defame. Eachone among us wants a perfect telationship to be happy but we never try to know how distant we have taken ourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                       Truth is in this vacum we dont hear any other voice except our own. Those listen know the secret of a perfect relation. I have read somewhere that mistakes become milestone if you have learnt the lesson. But when comes on relationship, I see it fails. This web cant be through until both corners try it willingly. May be thats why  most of the relationships die young. It contains a critical factor called timing. Reason being amplitude which cant become strong enough to breakthrough if timing doesnt synchronice, making it a bit more critical to tryout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;           well like it not but its a color we choose to live with, after all we are the creator of our destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15422668-386734236408847278?l=beingabhishek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/feeds/386734236408847278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15422668&amp;postID=386734236408847278' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/386734236408847278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/386734236408847278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/2010/01/complex-web.html' title='A complex web........'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743869799108627535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SgHnVcNKHqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1sX33HVBOck/S220/ATcAAADyjn5-I42p-fUp1noj6dVXV7AT-EUHtLOu_67o8Xphs1Xv329tOUhSWHMBfZX_m4TNFHsd7O3HySKnhQYxFoqvAJtU9VAq2Xk9oicFZLPDIruYZxTZ0ACKPQs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15422668.post-1907886508484634299</id><published>2010-01-21T02:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-21T03:22:59.938+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Turn the page</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and you will have one more experience. Seems like the fog of the days getting condense with everyday. One thing I noticed in this fog quite opposite of basic rules. Objects become more  clearer with sunlight and after a amplitude things starts to fade a bit more with passage of time. But fog only gets condense with passage of time and it seems to be everywhere, suddnely you gotta see it no where. Scientific reason mentioned for this phenomena says settlement of dust particles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                                                                Just like human mind, finding yourself amid flowing emotions in a direction and suddenly you feel like there is no direction. It hurted a lot initially but was right way so I started to live with saying what ever happens, happens for good. But it wasn't the case, I can ignore. Yet again it was boumd to happen. I know, we don't have control over thing but as said be the change you want to bring in the world. Obviously honesty is the 1st thing, to be taken care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Atleast you don't need to waste your time when you become center. There is nothing unusal in being numb for moments and respect you have within, called conspiracy. Perception could be taken negative but if you have fact in front of you then it simply called as plan. This is state, pain literally tells that you are alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                                                      We can accept our mistake, we can also help some look out of the perimeter. But we need will to know. I have realised a man's biggest enemy lies within. Anger is a state when decision are made already and efforts are to allign them any how. word called anyhow literally means anyhow. After all we do mistakes till we live then why do we feel shame in leaving the beast. May be its what we call colour of life. I'd be last person on earth to boaist about my achieve ments. Of course there is proud but thats just a catalyst. Everybody knows own competency and its for yourself only then still its nothing to brag about. But there are issues those can provoke any one yes anyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                                                                   Under skin, every body has something to justify self then what to do?  Here I gotta learn what do we mean when we say adjustment. Biggest proof for the statement is nowhere away but very much close to us and its this world. You can devide whole world in every individual characteristics. How many no? Well cant count yet our world moves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;If we synchronise all those parts together then no doubt it would be called a better place to live but unfortunately we cant because even if you put yourself lower, it might not provoke to behave same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                   Then what? Life is a journey not a destination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So question is we hurt till we think we have lost something lovable but isn't it that lovable something also lost a lovely heart too ? Well there is no loss if we have no attachment but again isn't it a useless life when you exist but not alive. While god gave you opportunity to feel the pleasure and joys around by exchanging sweetest gift of smile of a cute kid, you just made happy by offering a vanilla.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15422668-1907886508484634299?l=beingabhishek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/feeds/1907886508484634299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15422668&amp;postID=1907886508484634299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/1907886508484634299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/1907886508484634299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/2010/01/turn-page.html' title='Turn the page'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743869799108627535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SgHnVcNKHqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1sX33HVBOck/S220/ATcAAADyjn5-I42p-fUp1noj6dVXV7AT-EUHtLOu_67o8Xphs1Xv329tOUhSWHMBfZX_m4TNFHsd7O3HySKnhQYxFoqvAJtU9VAq2Xk9oicFZLPDIruYZxTZ0ACKPQs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15422668.post-3107113924288770223</id><published>2009-12-28T01:48:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-28T02:03:45.724+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SzfEmnvzw_I/AAAAAAAAARk/l1MBgRqU7Dk/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SzfEmnvzw_I/AAAAAAAAARk/l1MBgRqU7Dk/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420016844347261938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's birthday, well is it like that older by one more year or wiser by one more year? I think it's all about how do you look at it. rite ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15422668-3107113924288770223?l=beingabhishek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/feeds/3107113924288770223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15422668&amp;postID=3107113924288770223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/3107113924288770223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/3107113924288770223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743869799108627535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SgHnVcNKHqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1sX33HVBOck/S220/ATcAAADyjn5-I42p-fUp1noj6dVXV7AT-EUHtLOu_67o8Xphs1Xv329tOUhSWHMBfZX_m4TNFHsd7O3HySKnhQYxFoqvAJtU9VAq2Xk9oicFZLPDIruYZxTZ0ACKPQs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SzfEmnvzw_I/AAAAAAAAARk/l1MBgRqU7Dk/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15422668.post-874242783097109028</id><published>2009-06-24T11:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:17:22.812+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Aarambh Hai Prachand,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SkHJSE-sLOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/LrLsU2qk5DE/s1600-h/65wyud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SkHJSE-sLOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/LrLsU2qk5DE/s400/65wyud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350779144704371938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;आरम्भ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;है&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;प्रचंड&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बोल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मस्तकों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;के&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;झुंड&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;आज&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जंग&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;घडी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तुम&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;गुहारदो&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;(&lt;span&gt;आरम्भ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;है&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;प्रचंड&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बोल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मस्तकों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;के&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;झुंड&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;आज&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जंग&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;घडी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तुम&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;गुहार&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;आन&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बाण&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;शान&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;या&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जान&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दान&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;आज&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;एक&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;धनुष&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;के&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बाण&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;उतार&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दो&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;आरम्भ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;है&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;प्रचंड&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;(&lt;span&gt;मन्न&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;करे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;प्राण&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दे&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;जो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मन्न&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;करे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;प्राण&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ले&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;वही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तोह&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;एक&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सर्वशक्तिमान&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;है&lt;/span&gt; )           - 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;कृष्ण&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पुकार&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;है&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ये&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;भागवत&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सार&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;युद्ध&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तोह&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;वीर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;प्रमाण&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;है&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;कौरवो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;भीड़&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;या&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पांडवो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;नीड़&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;जो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;लड़&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सका&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;है&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;वोह&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तोह&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;महान&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;है&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;जीत&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हवास&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;नहीं&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;किसी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कोई&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;वश&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;नहीं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;क्या&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जिंदगी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;है&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ठोकरों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मार&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;मौत&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;अंत&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;है&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;नहीं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तोह&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मौत&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;से&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;भी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;क्यों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;डरे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;ये&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जाके&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;आसमान&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;में&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दहाड़&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दो&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;आरम्भ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;है&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;प्रचंड&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बोल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मस्तकों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;के&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;झुंड&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;आज&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ज़ंग&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;घडी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तुम&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;गुहार&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;आन&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बाण&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;शान&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;या&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जान&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दान&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;आज&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;एक&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;धनुष&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;के&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बाण&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;उतार&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दो&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;आरम्भ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;है&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;प्रचंड&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;(&lt;span&gt;हो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दया&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;भाव&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;या&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;शौर्य&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;चुनाव&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;या&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हार&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;वोह&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;घांव&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तुम&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;यह&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सोच&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;लो&lt;/span&gt;) -2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;या&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पुरे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;भाल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पर&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;जला&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रहे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;विजय&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;लाल&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;लाल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ये&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;गुलाल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तुम&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सोच&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;लो&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;रंग&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;केसरी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;या&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मृदंग&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;केसरी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;या&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;केसरी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ताल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तुम&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;यह&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सोच&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;लो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;जिस&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कवी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कल्पना&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;में&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जिंदगी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;प्रेम&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;गीत&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;उस&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कवी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;को&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;आज&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तुम&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;नकार&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;भीगती&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;नसों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;में&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;आज&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;फूलती&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;रगों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;में&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;आज&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;आग&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;लपट&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तुम&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बखार&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;आरम्भ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;है&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;प्रचंड&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बोल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मस्तकों&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;के&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;झुंड&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;आज&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ज़ंग&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;घडी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;तुम&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;गुहार&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;आन&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बाण&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;शान&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span&gt;या&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;की&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;जान&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;का&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दान&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;आज&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;एक&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;धनुष&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;के&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;बाण&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;उतार&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;दो&lt;/span&gt; |&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;आरम्भ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;है&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;प्रचंड&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aarambh Hai Prachand,Bole Mastako Ke Jhund&lt;br /&gt;Aaj Jung Ki Ghadi Ki Tum Guhar Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aan Baan Shaan Ya Ki Jaan Ka Ho Daan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aaj Ek Dhanush Ke Baarn Pe Utaar Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aarambh Hai Prachand,Bole Mastako Ke Jhund&lt;br /&gt;Aaj Jung Ki Ghadi Ki Tum Guhar Do&lt;br /&gt;Aan Baan Shaan Ya Ki Jaan Ka Ho Daan&lt;br /&gt;Aaj Ek Dhanush Ke Baarn Pe Utaar Do&lt;br /&gt;Aarambh Hai Prachand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mann Kare So Praan De, Jo Mann Kare So Praan Le&lt;br /&gt;Wahi To Ek Sarv Shaktimaan Hai&lt;br /&gt;Ishr Ki Pukaar Hai Yeh Bhagwat Ka Saar Hai&lt;br /&gt;Ki Yudh Hi To Veer Ka Pramaan Hai&lt;br /&gt;Kauravo Ki Bheed Ho Ya Pandavo Ka Neer Ho&lt;br /&gt;Jo Lad Saka Hai Wo Hi To Mahaan Hai&lt;br /&gt;Jeet Ki Hawas Nahi, Kisi Pe Koi Vash Nahi&lt;br /&gt;Kya Zindagi Hai Thokaro Pe Maar Do&lt;br /&gt;Maut Anth Hai Nahi To Maut Se Bhi Kyu Dare?&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Jaake Aasmaan Mein Dahaad Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aarambh Hai Prachand, Bole Mastako Ke Jhund&lt;br /&gt;Aaj Jung Ki Ghadi Ki Tum Guhar Do&lt;br /&gt;Aan Baan Shaan Ya Ki Jaan Ka Ho Daan&lt;br /&gt;Aaj Ek Dhanush Ke Baarn Pe Utaar Do&lt;br /&gt;Aarambh Hai Prachand…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho Daya Ka Bhaav Ya Ki Shaurya Ka Chunaav&lt;br /&gt;Ya Ki Haar Ka Wo Ghaav Tum Yeh Soch Lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Ki Poore Bhaal Bhar Jala Rahe Vijay Ka Laal&lt;br /&gt;Laal Yeh Gulaal, Tum Yeh Soch Lo&lt;br /&gt;Rang Kesari Ho Ya Mridang Kesari Ho Ya Ki&lt;br /&gt;Kesari Ho Laal Tum Yeh Soch Lo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jis Kavi Ki Kalpana Mein Zindagi Ho Prem Geet&lt;br /&gt;Uss Kavi Ko Aaj Tum Nakaar Do&lt;br /&gt;Bheegti Nasso Mein Aaj, Phoolti Rago Mein Aaj&lt;br /&gt;Aaj Aag Ki Lapat Ka Tum Baghaar Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aarambh Hai Prachand, Bole Mastako Ke Jhund&lt;br /&gt;Aaj Jung Ki Ghadi Ki Tum Guhar Do&lt;br /&gt;Aan Baan Shaan Ya Ki Jaan Ka Ho Daan&lt;br /&gt;Aaj Ek Dhanush Ke Baarn Pe Utaar Do&lt;br /&gt;(Aarambh Hai Prachand)&lt;br /&gt;Hoye Hoye Hoye…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15422668-874242783097109028?l=beingabhishek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/feeds/874242783097109028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15422668&amp;postID=874242783097109028' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/874242783097109028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/874242783097109028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/2009/06/aarambh-hai-prachand.html' title='Aarambh Hai Prachand,'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743869799108627535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SgHnVcNKHqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1sX33HVBOck/S220/ATcAAADyjn5-I42p-fUp1noj6dVXV7AT-EUHtLOu_67o8Xphs1Xv329tOUhSWHMBfZX_m4TNFHsd7O3HySKnhQYxFoqvAJtU9VAq2Xk9oicFZLPDIruYZxTZ0ACKPQs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SkHJSE-sLOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/LrLsU2qk5DE/s72-c/65wyud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15422668.post-4067710725764455172</id><published>2009-04-09T16:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-09T16:06:11.045+05:30</updated><title type='text'>from haqikat.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Main yeh soch kar us ke dar se uthaa tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;       Voh rok le gi mujh ko, mana le gi mujh ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;       Hawaaon mein lehraata aata tha daaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;       Ke daaman pakad kar bithaa le gi mujh ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;       Qadm is aandaaz se uth rahe the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;       Ke aawaaz de kar bulaa le gi mujh ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;       Magar us ne roka na mujh ko manaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;       Na daaman hi pakda na mujh ko bithaaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;       Na aawaaz hi di na mujh ko bulaaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;       Main aahista-aahista badta hi aaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;       Yahan tak ke us se juda ho gaya ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Poet : Kaifi Azmi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15422668-4067710725764455172?l=beingabhishek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/feeds/4067710725764455172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15422668&amp;postID=4067710725764455172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/4067710725764455172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/4067710725764455172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-haqikat.html' title='from haqikat.........'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743869799108627535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SgHnVcNKHqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1sX33HVBOck/S220/ATcAAADyjn5-I42p-fUp1noj6dVXV7AT-EUHtLOu_67o8Xphs1Xv329tOUhSWHMBfZX_m4TNFHsd7O3HySKnhQYxFoqvAJtU9VAq2Xk9oicFZLPDIruYZxTZ0ACKPQs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15422668.post-7940759826877978944</id><published>2009-02-20T17:25:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:49:59.189+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I know yup i know........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SZ6fa4jrcCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/EGWvg9l4xRU/s1600-h/Self_Horizon_by_xentap-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SZ6fa4jrcCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/EGWvg9l4xRU/s400/Self_Horizon_by_xentap-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304852695296471074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Koi diwana kehta hai, koi pagal samajhta hai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;Magar dharti ki baichani ko bas badal samajhta hai.&lt;br /&gt;Main tujhse door kaisa hoon, tu mujhse door kaisi hai,&lt;br /&gt;Yeh tera dil samajhta hai ya mera dil samajhta hai.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;Mohabbat ek ehsason ki pawan si kahani hai,&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi kabira diwana tha, kabhi mira diwani hai.&lt;br /&gt;Yahan sab log kahte hain meri aankhon mein ansoon hain,&lt;br /&gt;Jo tu samjhe to moti hai, jo na samjhe to pani hai.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;Samandar pir ka andar hai lekin ro nahin sakta,&lt;br /&gt;Yeh ansoon pyar ka moti hai, isko kho nahin sakta.&lt;br /&gt;Meri chahat ko dulhan tu bana lena, magar sun le,&lt;br /&gt;Jo mera ho nahin paya, woh tera ho nahin sakta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15422668-7940759826877978944?l=beingabhishek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/feeds/7940759826877978944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15422668&amp;postID=7940759826877978944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/7940759826877978944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/7940759826877978944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-yup-i-know.html' title='I know yup i know........'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743869799108627535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SgHnVcNKHqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1sX33HVBOck/S220/ATcAAADyjn5-I42p-fUp1noj6dVXV7AT-EUHtLOu_67o8Xphs1Xv329tOUhSWHMBfZX_m4TNFHsd7O3HySKnhQYxFoqvAJtU9VAq2Xk9oicFZLPDIruYZxTZ0ACKPQs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SZ6fa4jrcCI/AAAAAAAAAD8/EGWvg9l4xRU/s72-c/Self_Horizon_by_xentap-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15422668.post-8150734764209264882</id><published>2009-01-16T10:43:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:11:16.512+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Moment wishes.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SXArpmmZynI/AAAAAAAAACk/Qz_MeJDwi0w/s1600-h/106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 339px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SXArpmmZynI/AAAAAAAAACk/Qz_MeJDwi0w/s400/106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291777555896584818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                          Mere man ye bata de tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kis aur chala hai tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kya paya nahi tune,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jo dhoond raha hai tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jo hai ankahi, jo hai unsuni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;vo bat kya hai bata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Mitwa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kahe dhadkane tujse kya !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15422668-8150734764209264882?l=beingabhishek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/feeds/8150734764209264882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15422668&amp;postID=8150734764209264882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/8150734764209264882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/8150734764209264882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/2009/01/moment-wishes.html' title='Moment wishes.......'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743869799108627535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SgHnVcNKHqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1sX33HVBOck/S220/ATcAAADyjn5-I42p-fUp1noj6dVXV7AT-EUHtLOu_67o8Xphs1Xv329tOUhSWHMBfZX_m4TNFHsd7O3HySKnhQYxFoqvAJtU9VAq2Xk9oicFZLPDIruYZxTZ0ACKPQs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SXArpmmZynI/AAAAAAAAACk/Qz_MeJDwi0w/s72-c/106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15422668.post-3462866108419641906</id><published>2009-01-14T07:52:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:07:59.701+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You know........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SW1PUVKEf7I/AAAAAAAAACU/Cvpi2dYt10A/s1600-h/monica-bellucci1_1859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SW1PUVKEf7I/AAAAAAAAACU/Cvpi2dYt10A/s400/monica-bellucci1_1859.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290972347925561266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe this is why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;we fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;because we cannot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;change the ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;... but with love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;we can change the story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SW1MxtBbBTI/AAAAAAAAACM/2EiYizCLtW4/s1600-h/allatsea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SW1MxtBbBTI/AAAAAAAAACM/2EiYizCLtW4/s400/allatsea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290969554013062450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I don't need love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;love is an antidote&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... and I am not lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am alone !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15422668-3462866108419641906?l=beingabhishek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/feeds/3462866108419641906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15422668&amp;postID=3462866108419641906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/3462866108419641906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/3462866108419641906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-know.html' title='You know........'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743869799108627535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SgHnVcNKHqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1sX33HVBOck/S220/ATcAAADyjn5-I42p-fUp1noj6dVXV7AT-EUHtLOu_67o8Xphs1Xv329tOUhSWHMBfZX_m4TNFHsd7O3HySKnhQYxFoqvAJtU9VAq2Xk9oicFZLPDIruYZxTZ0ACKPQs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SW1PUVKEf7I/AAAAAAAAACU/Cvpi2dYt10A/s72-c/monica-bellucci1_1859.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15422668.post-7384056489223615646</id><published>2009-01-09T02:01:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:31:50.790+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Under My Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There is some one under my skin, I hate. Its not that i haven't tried hard enough to patch up with it. I tried my best but he refused to co-operate and brought unbearable pain for me. Now after 25-26 yrs, I revolt and say him to leave me but unsuccessful so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                          No matter what I did to avoid him, he didn't leave. With everyday my hate for him increases a bit more. I can't explain how foolish this chap is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Such an idiot who says we should always remain sensible. We should trust each other. He says love is the most strongest force, dedication can make true every dream, we have. He also says what if you were unsuccessful in achieving some thing at some point of time, doesn't mean you stop trying. One person broke your trust, cheated you, played with your emotions and all this when person know, how much affection/trust you put in that fellow, not a right reason to not make friends again, never fall in love again, to not trust anyone. After all its just a person who made you go through all the pain so isn't it wrong to yell at whole the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He further adds we humans need social life to live, no one has ever lived life fully in isolation. World is really big, every day we meet new people, they behave the way, they interpretate life. After all there is differentiation good and bad, no need to say which one lasts finally.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fellow says we should behave in a way, which we expect for our self, we may appear to be highest for moments by pushing some deserving one or more capable than our self but we will never get enough strength to overcome our (ever existent from that moment) fear to lose that place. With every moment this fear makes its grip stronger because we know, we really don't deserve the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At last comes a point at which we have furious argument, is, He says me to love a person, once I had some liking, tantamount to the feeling existing other side.It wont be wrong if I say, it was feeling of otherside those persuade me to think that way, no wonder if it's called rubbish now. Well lets  leave them  intact to know what word "Rubbish" really means.But after expressing it what I've got only snub and insult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                   It hurts as I don't know what was other side but in me..... leave it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As it really doesn't matter whether It was 1st time in my life or last time. What am I? how I tackled situation, what capabilities lie in me and how and y i say, you are going to be lucky in coming life. When a person has decided to not reveal anything, he won't no matter what you thought. even after all this fellow says me to love care that person and mentions there is no ego in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Wait, wait, wait, what did you say rubbish ? Really ? I say to person you can surely manipulate in a way, where every body will say, its me whoz troubling life of  other person/u. But deep inside you know, it was your initiative, your expressions showed your mind and you can't change this fact till you are on earth. Your smartness may conceal embarassment some times but not always. I feel sorry to say that but you wouldn't have enough choice to reward your feelings and you cant complain for it to your god. If we continue to do something which is wrong by our own principles, who can help us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ut? Some ppl amend ways midway but as i said some and never feel shame in apologising but i know you won't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God exists or may not be but there is something called goodness which never return's empty handed. With every insult, it becomes more determine to achieve that and says feeling never die, what dies is, our will to feel that feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                           A person can hide, misplace feelings but can't kill them. So feelings still must be there, know the reason why ? search the answer and as you deliver the answer your love would be standing with you and also for ever. If your feelings were natural and true then its a loss for other one as it missed opportunity to be happiest and luckiest person on earth. Not just for making yourself feel good, these are natural laws which no one could ever break. Let them laugh and make a joke of it but life has a tendency to teach hard people in harder way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are people those correctify themselves midway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well I don't know where this person in me, learnt all this but I know, how much these principles have cost me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                       For last 25 years, I have always lived life silently with his mentioned principles but all I have got is, pain and more pain. lately it has become unbearablre and now it has reached up to a point when I can't take it anymore. This pain already made me feel numb at times. Now I don't want to tread this path, he mentions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ps: Once I asked my dad whats most difficult thing to do in our world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He said "TO LIVE,LIFE OF A SIMPLE PERSON" !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Dad I'm agree from day onwards."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15422668-7384056489223615646?l=beingabhishek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/feeds/7384056489223615646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15422668&amp;postID=7384056489223615646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/7384056489223615646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/7384056489223615646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/2009/01/under-my-skin.html' title='Under My Skin'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743869799108627535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SgHnVcNKHqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1sX33HVBOck/S220/ATcAAADyjn5-I42p-fUp1noj6dVXV7AT-EUHtLOu_67o8Xphs1Xv329tOUhSWHMBfZX_m4TNFHsd7O3HySKnhQYxFoqvAJtU9VAq2Xk9oicFZLPDIruYZxTZ0ACKPQs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15422668.post-3550497685747107183</id><published>2009-01-05T17:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:04:32.897+05:30</updated><title type='text'>and one day........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ek chota sa sapna tha........................... ..&lt;br /&gt;Us sapne mein koi apna tha........................... ..&lt;br /&gt;Us apne mein kuch sakoon tha...............&lt;br /&gt;Jo zindagi ka junun tha......................&lt;br /&gt;Us junoon mein ek rahat thi.............&lt;br /&gt;Jo sirf teri chahat thi..............&lt;br /&gt;Us chahat mein ek andaz tha............&lt;br /&gt;Jo meri dhadkano ka raaz tha...........&lt;br /&gt;Us raaz mein ek khushbo thi..............&lt;br /&gt;Jo meri sooch ki justuju thi..............&lt;br /&gt;Us justuju mein ek hararat thi...........&lt;br /&gt;Jo meri khushiyoun ki sharat thi.............&lt;br /&gt;Us shahrat mein mein ek ehsaas tha..........&lt;br /&gt;Ke tou jo mere pass thee.....................&lt;br /&gt;Us pass mein jo ek araam tha...............&lt;br /&gt;Woh bas sirf ek tera NAAM tha.........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15422668-3550497685747107183?l=beingabhishek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/feeds/3550497685747107183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15422668&amp;postID=3550497685747107183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/3550497685747107183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/3550497685747107183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-one-day.html' title='and one day........'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743869799108627535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SgHnVcNKHqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1sX33HVBOck/S220/ATcAAADyjn5-I42p-fUp1noj6dVXV7AT-EUHtLOu_67o8Xphs1Xv329tOUhSWHMBfZX_m4TNFHsd7O3HySKnhQYxFoqvAJtU9VAq2Xk9oicFZLPDIruYZxTZ0ACKPQs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15422668.post-8552754663419410561</id><published>2009-01-03T00:43:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:20:45.681+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B'/><title type='text'>Associations and departure.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whatever may come but life moves forward. So is it like that we should not look around when we are passing through? But human, who is supposed to be most sensible thing god ever made, due to sheer its characteristic, cant restraint himself. Human says " I'm on my way and I also know it's a long journey whats wrong if I developed a bond with a fellow traveler? It makes me to take things easy just like natural tendency. I have every right to walk with fellow by hand in hand until it bothers him/herself." Looks sweet and sensible but non existent any where. If you see you are being interest for someone. ok, then what, just ignore and move ahead. Aah but while moving you see the pain at face and you turned put everything away for a moment. Stepped towards it slowly and anticipating pleasure he is going to deliver.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         But as always truth is stranger than fiction, you stumbled when you have been asked to show identity. why ? Maybe circumstances made fellow, putting up things this way. But you never get that bonding force workin again. Even when you insisted you are earning nothing but pain. Wondering is it all ab't,what  I have been listening since my childhood. Should i call myself unlucky? Honestly No, because everything around never let me approve , infact anybody at this place, where i'm standing now. Then what? How to say that I have put away all just to see a smile on this face. Is it vengeance for my late responce? I just acted when I felt it. how cd I stopped when I had nothing in my mind except reward and just reward. Sitting under a tree, searching answers for self made questions but life is not ab't survival its all about living with a mark, then what ?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15422668-8552754663419410561?l=beingabhishek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/feeds/8552754663419410561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15422668&amp;postID=8552754663419410561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/8552754663419410561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/8552754663419410561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/2009/01/associations-and-departure.html' title='Associations and departure.........'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743869799108627535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SgHnVcNKHqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1sX33HVBOck/S220/ATcAAADyjn5-I42p-fUp1noj6dVXV7AT-EUHtLOu_67o8Xphs1Xv329tOUhSWHMBfZX_m4TNFHsd7O3HySKnhQYxFoqvAJtU9VAq2Xk9oicFZLPDIruYZxTZ0ACKPQs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15422668.post-3509055332088450862</id><published>2008-12-06T00:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-03T01:21:38.967+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>Alone in Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every yup every thing you touch just awry. For a sec I thought, no its not truth. I'm in a dream and just gotta wakeup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You wait desperately to get this dream over but it don't. More you try to wake up and realize it was a dream but night didnt finish and dream proves its not a dream,its realty precisely h arsh reality.  Is it so easy guy asked himself. A dark night with chilled air, he just left his room and secret window let him out of this boundry. Alone in dark, lonliness is the thing he hates most but you have to live through what life puts in front of you. It's a cemetry, fear? when something takes your most precious thing than there is no fear. blank with a  mind, he knows this pla ce has 2nd rank for venomous snakes of south Asia but when mind is blank, you don't feel anything. He put the carry bag aside of this small lake and a shinning oldmonk bottel comes out. After engineering days, he has almost quit drinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                                                    When rum runs through stomach, he felt some relief. For 30 mins he remains standing and suddenly  a punch of rum made him realizes he has finished full bottle. Ja tu bhe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and throws bottle away with full force. After few secds bottle strike and noice of shattering comes. He says bottle ke aawaj to sab sunte hai yaha saala dil he tukde tukde ho chuka hai, tafadta hai but no one listens. The only love of my life. why ? why did you this to me. He cried why did u do this. He knows he is alone in the dark all alone. May be god making my childhood wish true which is only wish i hav made everyday when i saw mom dad's suffering, God make me strong, dont wanna feel any pain, I promise i'll never fall in love to create a chance for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                                                                    But....he is here...lone...walking alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15422668-3509055332088450862?l=beingabhishek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/feeds/3509055332088450862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15422668&amp;postID=3509055332088450862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/3509055332088450862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/3509055332088450862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/2008/12/alone-in-dark.html' title='Alone in Dark'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743869799108627535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SgHnVcNKHqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1sX33HVBOck/S220/ATcAAADyjn5-I42p-fUp1noj6dVXV7AT-EUHtLOu_67o8Xphs1Xv329tOUhSWHMBfZX_m4TNFHsd7O3HySKnhQYxFoqvAJtU9VAq2Xk9oicFZLPDIruYZxTZ0ACKPQs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15422668.post-2095316922921944703</id><published>2008-10-30T06:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-30T06:47:08.053+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No doubt, am Late n shpould have done earlier but let me keep this as a real value experience. So I call it a day, I kno its tough but I won't miss u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15422668-2095316922921944703?l=beingabhishek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/feeds/2095316922921944703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15422668&amp;postID=2095316922921944703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/2095316922921944703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/2095316922921944703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/2008/10/day.html' title='The Day....'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743869799108627535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SgHnVcNKHqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1sX33HVBOck/S220/ATcAAADyjn5-I42p-fUp1noj6dVXV7AT-EUHtLOu_67o8Xphs1Xv329tOUhSWHMBfZX_m4TNFHsd7O3HySKnhQYxFoqvAJtU9VAq2Xk9oicFZLPDIruYZxTZ0ACKPQs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15422668.post-6548216569581823555</id><published>2008-10-11T02:17:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-11T02:44:52.861+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Awarapan, Banjarapan..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: normal;"&gt;“mai jab bhi tej chalta hun, najaare chut jaate hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: normal;"&gt;koi jab rup garhta hun to saanche* tut jaate hain….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: normal;"&gt;main rota hun to aakar log kandha thapthapate hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: normal;"&gt;main hansta hun to mujhse log aksar ruth jaate hain”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;* saanche= moulder - use to make different shape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15422668-6548216569581823555?l=beingabhishek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/feeds/6548216569581823555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15422668&amp;postID=6548216569581823555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/6548216569581823555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/6548216569581823555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/2008/10/awarapan-banjarapan.html' title='Awarapan, Banjarapan..........'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743869799108627535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SgHnVcNKHqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1sX33HVBOck/S220/ATcAAADyjn5-I42p-fUp1noj6dVXV7AT-EUHtLOu_67o8Xphs1Xv329tOUhSWHMBfZX_m4TNFHsd7O3HySKnhQYxFoqvAJtU9VAq2Xk9oicFZLPDIruYZxTZ0ACKPQs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15422668.post-2429079279970172332</id><published>2008-10-10T14:26:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-11T03:18:30.883+05:30</updated><title type='text'>But y ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SO_Np7IPeLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/z3ZFT5Phohw/s1600-h/Presentation1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SO_Np7IPeLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/z3ZFT5Phohw/s400/Presentation1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255645410295249074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Faasle aise bhe honge socha na tha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Samne tha wo shaks mere per ab wo mera na tha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15422668-2429079279970172332?l=beingabhishek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/feeds/2429079279970172332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15422668&amp;postID=2429079279970172332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/2429079279970172332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/2429079279970172332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/2008/10/but-y.html' title='But y ?'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06743869799108627535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SgHnVcNKHqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1sX33HVBOck/S220/ATcAAADyjn5-I42p-fUp1noj6dVXV7AT-EUHtLOu_67o8Xphs1Xv329tOUhSWHMBfZX_m4TNFHsd7O3HySKnhQYxFoqvAJtU9VAq2Xk9oicFZLPDIruYZxTZ0ACKPQs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mwpn6OCmhW8/SO_Np7IPeLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/z3ZFT5Phohw/s72-c/Presentation1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15422668.post-6193330591930990957</id><published>2008-08-25T23:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-26T02:59:19.160+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kabhi kabhi mere dil main......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guy said people do ditch, when you least anticipate and their perfect shot come, right at the place, you never ever wish to get. In fact life has taught him, At First ppl try their luck then a well planned affair for chosen ones. Later bad mouth each other and ruin everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So why to go for such situation. He follwed same which resulted a very good career path. At times,  when social issues came and said him that oneday you will get someone to live with remaining life. Guy thought my strength remains within me, when you have a person along with you then can I expect same? Guy realized a veryimportant part of success comes from your better half. This relation has a power to ruin your life as well as shinning above all. He thought but how come I know, howz a person? Answer came observe around and learn. This was his way of living untill he meets her. Just got attracted by first view, he wondered whats  that ? n why its so? Guys has enough proposal and few of them were dream girl of friends. But the way he lived, he didnt get distracted anywhere. Even he was given a tag of arrogant, he never said anything. So whats reason for getting attracted now ? But feeling he had got was awesome and he wished for the first time in life, God just that one, Nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next few days pass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when he confirmed, it wasnt a dream and interest shown from otherside was easily palpable.  So lets settle it some day. Here comes the point when story gota twist. When he arrived, he gotta knew, fellow has gone, for a sec guy just felt like a dumb. He thought, he never gave any indication of interest and this might change equation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aftr some more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A person was said to be strong head, adamant and insensitive but what guy saw was completely different. So guy decided to go beyond all these where even no one can be too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peson who raised feelings said what ? me ? no mistaken. Guy knows if u dont want to accept then no one can make u do so. But why ? I'm same person. Now what? He  wasnt having any plan simply because he never thought that such situation will come. As they say life has great surprises for everyone. But in case of guy it was greatest, reason behind it was that when guy was followed, he didnt show any interest because he saw n one of them carry what he wants. In fact after some more time, he had lost any hope that such person exists in real. But one more surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guy never said anything about this to anyone so he was the only perosn who can share these harsh times.  After all guy had made a will to live with. He knows he can achieve everything easily but as said if u really want to enjoy your life then trust some one. When Attributes compliments perfectly, life becomes awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When person come by own feet and showed a  glimpe, making ur dream more beutiful. Is it so easy to come and exit someone's life. Guy said I dont know about others but as far I know, people say, its a pleasure to live life with me. No, not boasted ever but its what I heard. Guy adds further when you have, I need, to show these people why I'm so.  Which I cant do alone, things around, trying their best to deviate me and letting me away from you. Everything related with you will feel pride of having me coz surely I dont have any devine power but giving my best effort is, in my hand in fact as I always did.  I know no one should trust so easily  so I give you my time to think about it. But give a serious look. At last, dont let me down this time, I promise you that I, wil never let down myself again at anytime of life.   enf ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guy asks her, tell me when you were interested you must be having some emotions, where are they? dont they compell you ? dont they say you to be honest? Well if you have something which can erase every emotion then plz give me too as the only option left with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Situation was critical so lets  see whether faith of guy wins or anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15422668-6193330591930990957?l=beingabhishek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/feeds/6193330591930990957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15422668&amp;postID=6193330591930990957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/6193330591930990957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/6193330591930990957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/2008/08/kabhi-kabhi-mere-dil-main.html' title='Kabhi kabhi mere dil main......'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17488223873409654374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ylxxlQiU8GM/SJtW7q0OzlI/AAAAAAAAChU/qLHXcFoAMSQ/s1600-R/image.phpb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15422668.post-996650163930153227</id><published>2008-08-21T14:24:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:54:48.990+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Where is that cute smile yar ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's not like that guy was angry or had any hard feeling. A girl with that virtue will only do that, even at any cost will never let herself out. In fact guy liked gal only for this virtue only. But problem is, how, how to make the girl believe, that you really loved her for this virtue only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy knew you will never let yourself out, That's why guy never got angry because same vir tue is forcing girl to be like that way. Even  thats why he took initiative for first time in life. His nightmare haunts every night that two right people couldn't be together in life, In fact.  Guy told everything because he doesn't want to leave that person. He is doing all sorts of things to get it but sometimes every projectedion you made, makes you lose the thing which you least wanted to loose. Because past has a lot of situations like this and finally both go on their ways differently to leave a pain within. So for  be different result, you needed to do things differently.&lt;br /&gt;He will wait for ever n ever, coz he knows that fellow deserves best. May be you passed your tests of times n fellow come to you or say May be  fellow some day believe  in you and joins you to live life ahead. After all hope is not bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Either gal will come soon or takes time, evident is, girl will have to come  n  accepts to be a pillar of strength' for youself, m more than sure for it.We may change situations but final outcome comes the way it should have come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15422668-996650163930153227?l=beingabhishek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/feeds/996650163930153227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15422668&amp;postID=996650163930153227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/996650163930153227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/996650163930153227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-is-that-cute-smile-yar.html' title='Where is that cute smile yar ?'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17488223873409654374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ylxxlQiU8GM/SJtW7q0OzlI/AAAAAAAAChU/qLHXcFoAMSQ/s1600-R/image.phpb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15422668.post-8229048096563938380</id><published>2008-08-20T17:53:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:25:04.178+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bday Buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ylxxlQiU8GM/SKwT-AYdm-I/AAAAAAAACjo/xAYFbi6AGQA/s1600-h/64f1fd50916c7258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ylxxlQiU8GM/SKwT-AYdm-I/AAAAAAAACjo/xAYFbi6AGQA/s400/64f1fd50916c7258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236582422700465122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hum apne gum ko sajakar bahar kar lenge,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tere khayalo ko thoda sa pyar kar lenge !&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup it your bday, May be u wont like if i come and wish, so escaped asap before my mind loose control and heart starts to impose it self. Yup I wanted to wish but I thought, its ur day n u shdnt have anything  which upset u.  In fact, I was here to cheer u up but it was my misinterpretation. But don't worry, I know how to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May god fulfill your all of the dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15422668-8229048096563938380?l=beingabhishek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/feeds/8229048096563938380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15422668&amp;postID=8229048096563938380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/8229048096563938380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/8229048096563938380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-bday-buddy.html' title='Happy Bday Buddy'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17488223873409654374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ylxxlQiU8GM/SJtW7q0OzlI/AAAAAAAAChU/qLHXcFoAMSQ/s1600-R/image.phpb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ylxxlQiU8GM/SKwT-AYdm-I/AAAAAAAACjo/xAYFbi6AGQA/s72-c/64f1fd50916c7258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15422668.post-5676482403408543203</id><published>2008-08-19T01:28:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:32:46.673+05:30</updated><title type='text'>one more battle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ylxxlQiU8GM/SKwVSbN0m5I/AAAAAAAACjw/9cVbaQNp808/s1600-h/db98f282eb81009a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ylxxlQiU8GM/SKwVSbN0m5I/AAAAAAAACjw/9cVbaQNp808/s400/db98f282eb81009a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236583873012603794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;T&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;umhe kaise me bataaun, tumhe kaise main kahoon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;mere bas main agar hoto main bas itna hi karoon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tumhe din bar, tumhe har pal dekta hi main rahoon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tumhe deykun tumhe chaahoon, tumhe poojun har pal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tumhe sochun, tumhe samjun, tumhe maangoon har pal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tumhe main gungunaaun, tumhe gaaun har pal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;main tumhara hun aisa diwana meri jaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;mera marna bi tumhi ho , mera jina bi ho tum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;meri madira bi tumhi ho, mera peena bi ho tum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;meri chaandi bi tumhi ho, mera sona bi ho tum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;mera hasna bi tumhi ho, mera rona bi ho tum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;meri saari saanson me tum jaise ho guli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;meri aanke tumhe deyke, chahe bandh ho ya kulee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;main tumhara hun aisa diwana meri jaan,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;mere dil me hai ye armaan tumhe ek din paaun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;is ambar se bi aage tumhe leykar jaaoon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jahan raahon main ho bikre sab chaand aur taare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jahan geeton ki behete woh meete dhaare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jahan khwabon ki duniya kabi soye nahi ho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jahan tum ho jahan mein hun aur koi nahi ho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;main tumhara hun aisa, diwana meri jaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15422668-5676482403408543203?l=beingabhishek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/feeds/5676482403408543203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15422668&amp;postID=5676482403408543203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/5676482403408543203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/5676482403408543203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/2008/08/history-of-mementos.html' title='one more battle.'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17488223873409654374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ylxxlQiU8GM/SJtW7q0OzlI/AAAAAAAAChU/qLHXcFoAMSQ/s1600-R/image.phpb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ylxxlQiU8GM/SKwVSbN0m5I/AAAAAAAACjw/9cVbaQNp808/s72-c/db98f282eb81009a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15422668.post-5893467036940784340</id><published>2008-08-18T00:23:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-19T04:13:30.791+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"and his mind won"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ylxxlQiU8GM/SKiTr-sutwI/AAAAAAAACi4/ibuxdACsJSU/s1600-h/Wouldn__t_it_be_nice__by_Loliator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ylxxlQiU8GM/SKiTr-sutwI/AAAAAAAACi4/ibuxdACsJSU/s400/Wouldn__t_it_be_nice__by_Loliator.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235596950592468738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guy never knew, that a story listened in childhood days, whose ending always upsets him, will gotta see so early and so close in life. Recalls the day when guy said to friends, that he will never let the same ending in his own story. There was something which haunted him every time n when he wanted to tell fellow, I have been framed so trust me now, I can not tell everything now. But surely wil do and u will proud of making decision to trust me, But fellow believed only what was plagued around and guy just glances through glass window  and seeing it getting away with every second. now wat ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guy tells her everything honestly by thinking that, it will give an idea how pure your intentions are. But fellow, who has showed interest earlier, just thinks there is nothing special about you. As  fellow now knows, Guy really inclined at fellow so now its fellow's turn to show importance by making fun of guy's feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All this when some ppl tried and failed despite being a force to attract any one and lot of requests, threats and pressure have been tried and finally their bottom line was, its real tough to get that guy. But when this guy willingly comes to fellow, fellow means guy may not be the one, fellow was looking for as he doesn't carry anything of those things, he is known for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Truth was, guy knows there is nothing precious than character of a person and person with it must be held closely for ever and such person dont believe in ego, anger, or any other such issue. so if u want to put your stand then go and tell fellow everything honestly. If fellow agreed, u r lucky and in case not agree then ask what fellow luvs to be with in life  and ur job is to be best person to fulfill that criteria, In fact it's the only way he has been taught n always lived with,whenever a time for decision comes. one day fellow will say, u deserve me n its an honor to live life with u).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being practical, fellow thought, guy is only acting to impress, as guys now a days don't talk/think that way. So finding nothing fellow assumes there is nothing of interest in guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Guy gotta know that fellow thinks, as no more showed interested in guy, so guy getting so desperate. Cant help but, coz when u will see ppl refuesd  by him, u will wonder how can u leave such person.  Guy said, they don't have wat I'm looking for.  The day i will get  those characteristics, I  will  go there with bowed head. Guy again says that if u or sm1 else don't believe in value, I do then its ur's problem.  But for me truth is that only, U may think, there is ntn like morality or otherthing related. Guy replied,  may be u hav't seen it working, so u dont believe in it but I have seen it working so I strongly believe in that. Just cant change my value if smody things it crap and same way i cant adopt wat u or ppl want from me. So still my reason has same value for me n u wil believe too when u see it happening one day).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fellow laughs with friends when he tells them about guy and his proposal. Every body assumes that this guy is looking for a gal as he has become frustrated and now needs some one in his life by hook or crook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guy starts to get a cold shoulder. With time it increases, converts in hate, irritation and finally made guy appears to be as the one who just need a pal any way so became desperate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;                                                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guy goes and says, I want u to be with me and explains situation. But Guy surprised to see that he is, of no value any more, in fact now guy coluld be called as useless simpleton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now situation comes when guy knows truth expressed cant help anymore. then wat to do ?  wat else ? wat to say, already &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;truth has been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mentioned. If something values most important for guy, may not carry same weightage for some one else. As they wont believe that this is the real reason behind  a particular credential of guy, so  everyone agrees that he is lying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just imagine a situation, everybody run behind guy and when guy runs after smthing quoting a thing most precious on earth. All respect goes in vain, coz guy is now requesting for getting some thing, fellow thinks guy dosnt deserve it actually, as fellow had some other issues in mind about guy, fellow was informed by sources. Although when fellow gotta know that one was lucky to get it. But just because ppl had a different perceptions u left it just for regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later one day will come, guy go back to ur path with a smile to be the  guy, he was earlier. Guy know everything will be achieved again easily in fact better.  only pain guy had, to see fellow moving away n away and erasing every hope to convert beautiful dreams in more beautiful reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2nd part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One day guy did it again, better than last time, and when one day met the fellow. After few moments fellow knows what guy said, became really true and wonders what if had been trusted by me then it may be possible, today fellow was not among guests but........Guy recalls one ore time, i wish i cld tell u, it wasn't about face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy smiles n only thing in life to regret is, u didn't believe me, when i say trust me just for the sake of me. Now look how beautiful my dream looks in reality. I'm sure,Together we could have done something much better even i call a miracle than what I did single handedly. But u trusted only, what they said, I wish u had looked in my eyes to know whether I'm wrong or right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They knew now both of them hav to live lives by holding this issue within n it really hurts.....Specially when its anticipated that how beautiful dream it could have been possible, provided they had faith in each other's abilities as sometimes u have to believe what ur inner voice said not what being circulated around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:Guy knows he will never accept that ending but he can do his best only&lt;/span&gt; wats in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;      That's wat guy wanted to say....so now  looking other side....and can d only one thing "prayer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15422668-5893467036940784340?l=beingabhishek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/feeds/5893467036940784340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15422668&amp;postID=5893467036940784340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/5893467036940784340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/5893467036940784340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/2008/08/lines-of-story-and-his-mind-won.html' title='&quot;and his mind won&quot;'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17488223873409654374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ylxxlQiU8GM/SJtW7q0OzlI/AAAAAAAAChU/qLHXcFoAMSQ/s1600-R/image.phpb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ylxxlQiU8GM/SKiTr-sutwI/AAAAAAAACi4/ibuxdACsJSU/s72-c/Wouldn__t_it_be_nice__by_Loliator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15422668.post-1668670985599669805</id><published>2008-08-17T03:16:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-17T03:52:57.667+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mirror says</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ylxxlQiU8GM/SKdS3wB5a_I/AAAAAAAACiQ/biXuPv5hiwc/s1600-h/0ab0120f0c44be32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ylxxlQiU8GM/SKdS3wB5a_I/AAAAAAAACiQ/biXuPv5hiwc/s400/0ab0120f0c44be32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235244209580633074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Transsiberian thrugh the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot to say but never got a chance to say so but still there is a hope because he has read in her eyes.  Guy standing in front of mirror and said " God if u really r smwher then why this? u know everything ab't me . " Mirror said , I trust you tell me, what were those issues.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guy :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.  If  its really first one even it was not in a teenage. ??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2.  What can i do? if i hav been taught to look for a precious thing by its characteristics?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Why all those babes never succeeded?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. What if i'm more sensible than othr in my age?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Why i just feel lovely when i gotta see her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Why i never took a chance earlier?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. What if I like u and want to be with u?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why i feel so good ab't u even when with everysteps I'm getting more hurtled?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why i feel that i can win world if u r wid me&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;never been so, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yup feared too and wanted to say why i say so but ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when everything available at foot steep than why I j ust need u?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;N how good i have been ask them those missed, value is known when object is lost, it  hurts&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ran furiously, plz wait, I am not what u r assuming but it again taken as vice hurting more&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; was shedding  tears, hw cild i make u believe, its all to prove me wrong. It will giv impression wat i havnt ever thot or knew.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But frustu is the word for guy who nvr bend his neck to see around.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now with silence is on......... only vice would be when she will know guy was true, but its too late.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guy said why dont u b natural as we were? But dont know what made gal to interpretate wrong.&lt;/span&gt; For once let me put my stand n result wil be prevailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look, u will one day believe more than Me , in my results....but gal know, ther is noway back.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guy observing  his  images of dreams n suddenly say, how beautiful could it be.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He turned fast n say gal, it was us, who were involve. If smthing went wrong then why shd we leave other. Gal says yes&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;n next moment guy was busy to make a image of dream better than anything in world.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gal say.........yup, thats the way.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guy smiled n accelerated him self a bit  more fast.............&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;coz if its true it will come back with all the world's grace......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15422668-1668670985599669805?l=beingabhishek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/feeds/1668670985599669805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15422668&amp;postID=1668670985599669805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/1668670985599669805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/1668670985599669805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/2008/08/mirror-says.html' title='Mirror says'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17488223873409654374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ylxxlQiU8GM/SJtW7q0OzlI/AAAAAAAAChU/qLHXcFoAMSQ/s1600-R/image.phpb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ylxxlQiU8GM/SKdS3wB5a_I/AAAAAAAACiQ/biXuPv5hiwc/s72-c/0ab0120f0c44be32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15422668.post-3286206577932089498</id><published>2008-08-11T17:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-11T18:04:29.184+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No wher in no time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mam,&lt;br /&gt;            Tell me  what should i do? If i'm not smart like u . I can't forget everything related to us . You can delete blog, id, accnt but tell me wat should i do ? It cant be like this. why tell me why did you this. Was it me who started this, Seriously I'll forget everything but tell me plz what the *uck i do now. Left all for you and well, you know well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it cant be end, coz its not well.At last everything must be well, if its not well then its not the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15422668-3286206577932089498?l=beingabhishek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/feeds/3286206577932089498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15422668&amp;postID=3286206577932089498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/3286206577932089498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/3286206577932089498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-wher-in-no-time.html' title='No wher in no time'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17488223873409654374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ylxxlQiU8GM/SJtW7q0OzlI/AAAAAAAAChU/qLHXcFoAMSQ/s1600-R/image.phpb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15422668.post-3874908759245593265</id><published>2008-06-29T06:13:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-24T01:54:25.563+05:30</updated><title type='text'>all i know....</title><content type='html'>I don't know if there is god&lt;br /&gt;But I know there is a thing called goodwill .&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if super power exists,&lt;br /&gt;But i know emotions can inspire to achieve extraordinary results.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if gun is the most powerful thing in world.&lt;br /&gt;But I know courage can face and win toughest battles.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if hate helps in taking revenge.&lt;br /&gt;But I know love can convert ur worst enemy , in to ur best allay.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if there is a thing called luck&lt;br /&gt;But I know hard work &amp;amp; dedication can make u win all world.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if there is a thing called money,&lt;br /&gt;But I know feelings can't be bought.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how much time i have been defeated.&lt;br /&gt;But I know trying again and again has never allowed let any obstacle stop me to achieve what I desired.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much powerful m I&lt;br /&gt;But I kno faith can move mountains.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much good look, I have got.&lt;br /&gt;But i know beauty lies in eyes of the beholder.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how difficult my way is.&lt;br /&gt;But I know determination is the strongest thing in this world.&lt;br /&gt;I don't kno how much she hates me.&lt;br /&gt;But I kno 1 da she wil b mine 4 ever&lt;br /&gt;I don't know wat it costs 4 makin dreams true&lt;br /&gt;But I know how beautiful my dream is .&lt;br /&gt;I dont kno if success is predestined&lt;br /&gt;But I know miracles do happen with ordinary people&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much trust she puts in me&lt;br /&gt;But I know friendship is the strongest bond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;written in my 1st yr of engg !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15422668-3874908759245593265?l=beingabhishek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/feeds/3874908759245593265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15422668&amp;postID=3874908759245593265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/3874908759245593265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15422668/posts/default/3874908759245593265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beingabhishek.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-i-know.html' title='all i know....'/><author><name>abhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17488223873409654374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ylxxlQiU8GM/SJtW7q0OzlI/AAAAAAAAChU/qLHXcFoAMSQ/s1600-R/image.phpb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
