<?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-393720853039428698</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:04:22.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... ma haat sayz...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811084499256441121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SsY3-ugml1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oruVOvG3aU4/S220/image002.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393720853039428698.post-6900834916886188430</id><published>2010-05-31T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T23:09:16.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trip to kasauli... :)</title><content type='html'>i'm here in this quiet lil place called kasauli..&lt;br /&gt;It's a veryyy small town near parwanoo in himachal pradesh.&lt;br /&gt;Away from the busy and highly commercialised life of cities, this place is a perfect example of SIMPLICITY.&lt;br /&gt;I walked through the quiet lanes of this ancient city developed by the britishers....Covered on both sides with big lush green trees..... cool breeze blowing away the fallen leaves on the road...and the dark night sky..... everything here is so fresh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The markets, namely- Tibetian market &amp;amp; the main market, are small. Just a few shops to give the tourists a feeling of the "MALL ROAD". ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the month of May nearing its end.... and the summers in delhi are on its peak, but this place is away from all the heat and fights of the city life...&lt;br /&gt;It's a cool refuge in a small town for those who want a break!&lt;br /&gt;A break from lives that we have chosen for ourselves that is full of running around for things that we'll ultimately not even care for!&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that is gonna matter is being with the people you love... Enjoying such small outings with them and taking out time to appreciate such small events in life!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393720853039428698-6900834916886188430?l=bellowmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6900834916886188430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2010/05/trip-to-kasauli.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/6900834916886188430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/6900834916886188430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2010/05/trip-to-kasauli.html' title='trip to kasauli... :)'/><author><name>Misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811084499256441121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SsY3-ugml1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oruVOvG3aU4/S220/image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393720853039428698.post-9137656057045980085</id><published>2009-12-29T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T08:35:56.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Going To Hurt Just A Little Bit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SzovmL2Yl8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/VqrhnVtO4ig/s1600-h/dental-checkup_~tow0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420697434556241858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SzovmL2Yl8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/VqrhnVtO4ig/s400/dental-checkup_~tow0004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-by Ogden Nash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I like less than most things is sitting in a dentist chair with my mouth wide open.&lt;br /&gt;And that I will never have to do it again is a hope that I am against hope hopen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because some tortures are physical and some are mental,&lt;br /&gt;But the one that is both is dental.&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to be self-possessed&lt;br /&gt;With your jaw digging into your chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hard to retain your calm&lt;br /&gt;When your fingernails are making serious alterations in your life line or love line or some other important line in your palm;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hard to give your usual effect of cheery benignity&lt;br /&gt;When you know your position is one of the two or three in life most lacking in dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your mouth is like a section of road that is being worked on.&lt;br /&gt;And it is all cluttered up with stone crushers and concrete mixers and drills and steam rollers and there isn’t a nerve in your head thatyou aren’t being irked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, some people are unfortunate enough to be strung up by thumbs.&lt;br /&gt;And others have things done to their gums,&lt;br /&gt;And your teeth are supposed to be being polished,&lt;br /&gt;But you have reason to believe they are being demolished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the circumstance that adds most to your terror&lt;br /&gt;Is that it’s all done with a mirror,&lt;br /&gt;Because the dentist may be a bear, or as the Romans used to say, only they were referring to a feminine bear when they said it, an ursa,&lt;br /&gt;But all the same how can you be sure when he takes his crowbar in one hand and mirror in the other he won’t get mixed up, the way you do when you try to tie a bow tie with the aid of a mirror, and forget that left is right and vice versa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then at last he says That will be all; but it isn’t because he then coats your mouth from cellar to roof&lt;br /&gt;With something that I suspect is generally used to put a shine on a horse’s hoof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you totter to your feet and think. Well it’s all over now and afterall it was only this once.&lt;br /&gt;And he says come back in three monce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this, O Fate, is I think the most vicious circle that thou ever sentest,&lt;br /&gt;That Man has to go continually to the dentist to keep his teeth in good condition&lt;br /&gt;when the chief reason he wants his teeth in good condition&lt;br /&gt;is so that he won’t have to go to the dentist. &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/393720853039428698-9137656057045980085?l=bellowmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/feeds/9137656057045980085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-going-to-hurt-just-little-bit.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/9137656057045980085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/9137656057045980085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-going-to-hurt-just-little-bit.html' title='This Is Going To Hurt Just A Little Bit...'/><author><name>Misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811084499256441121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SsY3-ugml1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oruVOvG3aU4/S220/image002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SzovmL2Yl8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/VqrhnVtO4ig/s72-c/dental-checkup_~tow0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393720853039428698.post-2207465951687023420</id><published>2009-11-18T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:29:52.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guerrilla Marketing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Guerrilla marketing has perfected the technique of catching people’s eyes and grabbing their attention, targeting consumers in unexpected ways and unconventional places. That, of course, is the point of this once-fringe form of advertising, which has now been taken up even by large corporations like Adidas and Microsoft. These posters show just how powerful guerrilla marketing can be, whether trying to solicit donations for charitable causes or provoking you to join a gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="more-9086"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h4&gt;‘Real Hip Hop’ Bus Stop &lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SwTuuBQR7rI/AAAAAAAAAFU/P5nmyZ1v2tM/s1600/real-hip-hop-bus-ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SwTuuBQR7rI/AAAAAAAAAFU/P5nmyZ1v2tM/s400/real-hip-hop-bus-ad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405707927129550514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A floating afro sits at head-level behind a bus stop seat, just at the right height to make it look like anyone who sits there has quite an impressive head of hair. This poster by ‘Real Hip Hop’ is definitely an eye-catcher.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h4&gt;Snuff Clothing Bloody Cleaver Poster&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SwTuu88U7iI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ayJqrZTVd-U/s1600/snuff-clothing-bloody-cleaver-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SwTuu88U7iI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ayJqrZTVd-U/s400/snuff-clothing-bloody-cleaver-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405707943151988258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do bloody cleavers have to do with skiing? That’s anybody’s guess – apparently Snuff, a clothing brand for ‘hard core’ skiers, was just trying to get people’s attention. The campaign was based around the idea that “death is only a matter of time”. Alrighty then, let’s go skiing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Anti-Graffiti Bus Seat Poster&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SwTuvOJrT6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/rs1NmSVW2Ik/s1600/graffiti-bus-seat-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SwTuvOJrT6I/AAAAAAAAAFs/rs1NmSVW2Ik/s400/graffiti-bus-seat-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405707947771383714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The Australian Public Transport Authority got tired of people spray-painting graffiti on their buses and trains, so they targeted the ‘graffidiots’ with this ad campaign that reminds would-be vandals what the consequences of their actions could be.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h4&gt;Witness Against Torture Elevator Ad&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SwTwNemt3TI/AAAAAAAAAF8/fQdX8-AocCE/s1600/guantanamo-elevator-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SwTwNemt3TI/AAAAAAAAAF8/fQdX8-AocCE/s400/guantanamo-elevator-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405709567095856434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h6 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An otherwise blank set of elevator doors features two sets of fingers peeking out from the seam, as if someone inside is trying to escape. Once you’re inside the elevator you see the owner of those fingers: a man in a prison jumpsuit and leg-cuffs. Witness Against Torture, a human rights group, used this ad to campaign for the closure of the Guantanamo Bay detention center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Feed SA Shopping Cart Posters&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SwTuuj5FGDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/SAzzWtGwLcs/s1600/feed-sa-shopping-cart-ads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SwTuuj5FGDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/SAzzWtGwLcs/s400/feed-sa-shopping-cart-ads.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405707936427481138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You’d have to have a heart of stone to avoid being affected by the images of poor, starving children sitting in the bottom of your shopping cart. Any food placed in the shopping cart appear to be delivered right into the needy child’s hands. Feed SA, a South African charity dedicated to feeding disadvantaged people, put these decals in shopping carts and saw a marked increase in donations and a significant boost in website traffic.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h4&gt;Suicide Prevention Posters&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SwTuvctCkFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oM9-s5IHGa8/s1600/suicide-prevention.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SwTuvctCkFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oM9-s5IHGa8/s400/suicide-prevention.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405707951677804626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So simple, yet so effective. These posters by a Brazilian suicide prevention organization use nothing but white paper and the silhouette cut-out of someone falling – with the negative space from the cutout appearing to save them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h4&gt;Anti-Smoking Stick-Ons&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SwTwN3xC06I/AAAAAAAAAGE/QYEAAFGVi2g/s1600/anti-smoking-ads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SwTwN3xC06I/AAAAAAAAAGE/QYEAAFGVi2g/s400/anti-smoking-ads.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405709573850059682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tailpipe smoke is gross… and the same goes for the carcinogen-loaded clouds that erupt from the mouth of a cigarette smoker. An anti-smoking group equated the two by placing posters of people’s faces with the cut-out mouths strategically placed at the end of tailpipes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h4&gt;Where’s Your Child? Grim Drowning Awareness Campaign&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SwTwOP_ehQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8UWWr4XoxSI/s1600/wheres-your-child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SwTwOP_ehQI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8UWWr4XoxSI/s400/wheres-your-child.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405709580353045762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This poster featuring a motionless child hovering at the bottom of a pool – placed underwater so that from above, it looks real – is part of a drowning awareness campaign by ‘Watch Around Water’, an Australian safety initiative. Parents who caught a glimpse of this rather grisly warning no doubt held their children a little tighter, so perhaps in this case disturbing equals effective.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Source :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Your Face  10 Intense Public Guerrilla Marketing Posters _ WebUrbanist&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. : please leave your comments on the post. They will help me improve my blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thanx.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393720853039428698-2207465951687023420?l=bellowmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2207465951687023420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/11/guerrilla-marketing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/2207465951687023420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/2207465951687023420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/11/guerrilla-marketing.html' title='Guerrilla Marketing'/><author><name>Misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811084499256441121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SsY3-ugml1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oruVOvG3aU4/S220/image002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SwTuuBQR7rI/AAAAAAAAAFU/P5nmyZ1v2tM/s72-c/real-hip-hop-bus-ad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393720853039428698.post-8818250967566414814</id><published>2009-11-11T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T05:48:07.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.R.I.E.N.D.S.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SvqTUkG3PrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MuOTIm-IFt0/s1600-h/2435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402792684483460786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SvqTUkG3PrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MuOTIm-IFt0/s400/2435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;small&gt;Heyy....&lt;br /&gt;for all the F.R.I.E.N.D.S.'s fans :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorable quotes from F.R.I.E.N.D.S. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chandler&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can handle this. "Handle" is my middle name. Actually, "handle" is the middle of my first name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monica&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't fire me. I make your decisions and I say, "I'm not fired." Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? You made a bet. A bet is a bet. You bet on a bet, and if you lose you lose the bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she wanted to be more like me, why couldn't she just copy my hairstyle or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chandler&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, kids, I gotta get to work. If I don't input those numbers... it doesn't make much of a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chandler&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you know, I have had it with you guys and your "cancer" and your "emphysema" and your "heart disease." The bottom line is smoking is cool and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ross&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First divorce: wife's hidden sexuality, not my fault. Second divorce: said the wrong name at the altar, kind of my fault. Third divorce: they shouldn't let you get married when you're that drunk and have stuff drawn all over your face, Nevada's fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phoebe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, if we were in prison, you guys would be like my bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just my character that's not brain-dead. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;to Ross&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001612/"&gt;Chandler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: You know if your not careful, you could not get married at all this year. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;Upon hearing Ross practicing the bagpipe for their wedding&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001073/"&gt;Monica&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Why must your family be Scottish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001612/"&gt;Chandler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Why must your family be *Ross*?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[&lt;i class="fine"&gt;Chandler and Joey got two lawn chairs, a chick and a duck&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001612/"&gt;Chandler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Could we BE more white trash? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001455/"&gt;Joey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Is Phoebe here with the cab yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001612/"&gt;Chandler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah, she brought the invisible cab. Jump in.&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001612/"&gt;Chandler to joey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: You took your eggs and you left. Do you really expect me never to find new eggs? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393720853039428698-8818250967566414814?l=bellowmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8818250967566414814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/11/friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/8818250967566414814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/8818250967566414814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/11/friends.html' title='F.R.I.E.N.D.S.'/><author><name>Misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811084499256441121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SsY3-ugml1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oruVOvG3aU4/S220/image002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SvqTUkG3PrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MuOTIm-IFt0/s72-c/2435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393720853039428698.post-3921241672273830947</id><published>2009-11-06T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T08:41:53.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gitanjali...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SvRPR1LLj3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/wmZ0f_WzPvI/s1600-h/Gitanjali__Upl__499beb778fbec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SvRPR1LLj3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/wmZ0f_WzPvI/s400/Gitanjali__Upl__499beb778fbec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401029020874411890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Gitanjali is one of the finest works of Rabindranath Tagore... for which he was awarded the NOBEL PRIZE...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Gitanjali embodies the essence of Tagore’s poetic spirit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;“They come with their laws and their codes to bind me fast;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;but I evade them ever,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;for I am only waiting for love to give myself up at last into his hands.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;(From Gitanjali page 10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A famous excerpt from Gitanjali :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Where knowledge is free;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;domestic walls;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Where words come out from the depth of truth;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;dreary desert sand of dead habit;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and action--&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;This is my prayer to thee, my lord--strike, strike at the root of&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;penury in my heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;before insolent might.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will.."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;with love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393720853039428698-3921241672273830947?l=bellowmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3921241672273830947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/11/gitanjali.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/3921241672273830947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/3921241672273830947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/11/gitanjali.html' title='Gitanjali...'/><author><name>Misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811084499256441121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SsY3-ugml1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oruVOvG3aU4/S220/image002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SvRPR1LLj3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/wmZ0f_WzPvI/s72-c/Gitanjali__Upl__499beb778fbec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393720853039428698.post-8597836883310270590</id><published>2009-11-04T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:58:12.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amitabh Bachchan:  Famous Dialogues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SvGgA81FvWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/UAwjFydjGG4/s1600-h/ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SvGgA81FvWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/UAwjFydjGG4/s400/ab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400273366383181154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Here i present to u a collection of the famous dialogues from my moooooooost favourite superstar:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aisa to Aadmi Life mein Doich time bhaagta hai. Olympic ka race ho, yaa Police ka case ho. Tum kisliye bhaagta hai bhai?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-Amar&lt;br /&gt;Akbar Anthony   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Govardhan seth, Samundar mein tairne waale- kouon aur taalabon mein dubki nahin lagaya karte hain." -Sharabi&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sahi baat sahi waqt pe kiya jaye to uska maza hi kuch aur hai, Aur main sahi waqt ka intezaar karta hoon." -Trishul&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jigar ka dard upar se kahin maloom hota hai (?), Jigar ka dard upar se nahin maloom hota hai." -Sharabi&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Muchain hon to Nathulal jaise hon, warna na hon." -Sharabi&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Sapne bhi samundar ki lahron ki tarah, haqeeqat ki chattanon se takra kar toot jaate hain." -Deewar&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hum jaha pe khade ho jaate hein, line wahi se shuru hoti hai." -Kaaliya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rishte me to hum tumhare baap hote hain, naam hai Shahenshah." -Shahenshah&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don ko pakadna mushkil hi nahin, naamumkin hai." -Don&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"Tumhara naam kya hai, Basanti?" -Sholay&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Daaru peene se liver kharab ho jaatha hai." -Satte pe Satta&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mai aur meri tanhaai - aksar ye baatein karte hai...." -Silsila&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Mai jo bhi hoon, is wakt tumhare maalik ka maalik hoon bete." -Shakti&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Pain is my destiny and I can't avoid it." -Kaala Patthar&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mai feke hue paise ko nahi uthatha." -Deewar&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Jo mard hota hai, use dard nahi hota." -Mard&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Ye telephone bhi ajeeb cheez hai- aadmi sochta kuch hai, boltha kuch hai, aur karta kuch hai." -Agneepath&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zindagi ka tambu teen bambuo pe khada hai." -Sharaabi&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Haan, mai sign karoonga, lekin pehle oos aadmi ki sign le ke aao, jisne mera baap ko chor kaha tha; pehle oos aadmi ka sign le ke aao jisne meri maa ko gali deke naukri se nikal diya tha; pehle oos aadmi ka sign le ke aao jisne mere haath pe ye leekh diya thaa, Uske BAAD, oos ke baad, mere bhai, tum jo kaagaz pe kahoge oos par me sign karoonga."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ghadi Ghadi drama karta hai, saala." - sholay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mai panch lakh ka sauda karne aya hoon, aur mere jeb me panch phooti kaudi bhi nahin hai!" - trishul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I can talk English, I can walk English, and I can laugh English because English is a very phunny language. Bhairo becomes Byron because their minds are very narrow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Namak Halal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do aansoo ees aankh se gire, phir do oos aankh se. Phir do ees aankh se, do oos aankh se. Phir do oos aankh se, do oos aankh se. Kitne huye?...Nau lakh ke haar ke liye, Barah lakh ke Aanso? Daddy hote to kehte, Vijay tumhe business karna nahi aata?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;" name="Shahenshah"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Sharabi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Rishte mai to hum tumhare baap lagte hai, naam hai Shahenshah." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shahenshah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393720853039428698-8597836883310270590?l=bellowmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8597836883310270590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/11/amitabh-bachchan-famous-dialogues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/8597836883310270590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/8597836883310270590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/11/amitabh-bachchan-famous-dialogues.html' title='Amitabh Bachchan:  Famous Dialogues'/><author><name>Misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811084499256441121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SsY3-ugml1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oruVOvG3aU4/S220/image002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SvGgA81FvWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/UAwjFydjGG4/s72-c/ab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393720853039428698.post-6897243618705097965</id><published>2009-10-31T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T09:56:00.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The One With Monika' Boots..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/Suxrsx9VLDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qB-0zPBCMUs/s1600-h/8101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 380px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/Suxrsx9VLDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qB-0zPBCMUs/s400/8101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398808470379375666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Remember the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F.R.I.E.N.D.S&lt;/span&gt; episode :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The One With Monika's Boots"&lt;/span&gt;....where she buys an exceedingly expensive pair of Boots but l8r they hurt her feet soooooo much that she cudn't even wear them??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.....smthing of that sort happened to me last week.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a fancy pair of shoes and flaunted it everywhere..... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day when i wore them to CP in delhi (where u HAVE TO walk a lottt..).....then..&lt;br /&gt;i wud say..(in Jennis's tone) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" OH....... MY..... GOD !!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet hurt so bad that i cud not walk a step further...&lt;br /&gt;but little did i know that worst was yet to come:&lt;br /&gt;At lunch in a fancy restaurant, i took off my shoes to give my feet a lil rest.....&lt;br /&gt;but after the lunch, to my dismay, my feet had swollen and refused to get into my shoes!!&lt;br /&gt;and when they did, they hurt even bad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I exactly understand how Monika wud hv felt then...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;u cannot keep them, but cannot also throw them!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are just sooo precious!!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393720853039428698-6897243618705097965?l=bellowmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6897243618705097965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-with-monika-boots.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/6897243618705097965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/6897243618705097965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-with-monika-boots.html' title='The One With Monika&apos; Boots..'/><author><name>Misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811084499256441121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SsY3-ugml1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oruVOvG3aU4/S220/image002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/Suxrsx9VLDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qB-0zPBCMUs/s72-c/8101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393720853039428698.post-9216776109933655194</id><published>2009-10-29T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T08:36:16.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMS B For Honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/Sum10hUcdZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZgMB9ZcQkG4/s1600-h/busy-cartoon-bees-with-honey-thumb5284606.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/Sum10hUcdZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ZgMB9ZcQkG4/s400/busy-cartoon-bees-with-honey-thumb5284606.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398045542282196370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Source : TOI) &lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day when seeing a blue backlight on my friend’s mobile phone stupefied me.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed such a large step forward from the green backlight one saw on other phones.&lt;br /&gt;I’m today sending e-mails and watching video clips on my phone with a colour display that turns my TV red with embarrassment. However, not everyone is amused by the overabundance of mobile phones and network operators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent study conducted by a group of environmentalists in Kerala concluded that honeybees are rather disconcerted by the rising number of network towers all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the electromagnetic radiations from these towers and our cellphones collide with the navigational capabilities of honeybees and prevent them from getting back to their hives, essentially destroying numerous colonies. Unfortunately for these bees they are not equipped with GPS or a map to give them directions once they lose their way. A couple of wrong turns and, they probably give up and tell themselves &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“We’ll never get back home. Let’s just sting some guy and kill ourselves.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists who have devoted themselves to the study of bees &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;believe that the alarming rate of decrease in honeybee population over the past decade or so is the forewarning of the doom of the human race. They believe the honeybee com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;munity is an integral cog in sustaining the balance of nature. And if you think about it, the behaviour of honeybees, to some degree, resembles human behaviour. The worker bees pick a queen bee who they hail, nurture, and revere for a particular period of time. Once the queen becomes old and relatively useless, they find a younger queen to venerate and subsequently engage in the methodical murder of the old queen. The phenomenon is called supersedure and a sizeable number of celebrities and social figures would vouch for its existence.&lt;br /&gt;The really bad news for the honeybees is that it is unlikely that cellphone usage is going to dip. We’re constantly being informed about the various downsides of mobile phones.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, if human beings are shrugging off threats of brain tumour and infertility, then the news of the imminent extinction of honeybees has very little chance of seeping through to their consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, someday in the future when we’re craving for honey and we have none left, we’ll start wondering what happened. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And on that day the only thing buzzing would be our phones!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://epaper.timesofindia.com/Default/Layout/Images/TOINEW/Elements/empty.gif" width="30" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393720853039428698-9216776109933655194?l=bellowmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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participate, win badges..... do everything to make ur profile luk good!&lt;br /&gt;And before we realized, education system had changed!!&lt;br /&gt;studies became smthing not to "learn" frm...but jst to SCORE good marks!&lt;br /&gt;sports rather than a recreational activity, became a fight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 years of tough struggle and u stand at the crossroads between school and college to choose ur career!&lt;br /&gt;AND my dear... do not jst choose any career......u have to choose the most lucrative career...&lt;br /&gt;money is all that matters, interests can be developed! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do a professional course, get gud marks...get a JOB!&lt;br /&gt;and that is not it , dear..&lt;br /&gt;work harder, do overtime, wrk for promotion, get raises... till u become the CEO...&lt;br /&gt;wrk, wrk, wrk, and then wrk a lil more....&lt;br /&gt;coz there is noooo end to this heedless strive for MORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will u, jst for a moment , take a breath..... and take a deeper look at LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;What do we want in our lives?&lt;br /&gt;to be around the people we love...&lt;br /&gt;to be happy in whatever we do...whatever we have...&lt;br /&gt;and to do what we like to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but where are we all running to?&lt;br /&gt;We do the work we which we hate, try to fit-in with the people whom we don't like, live in all sorts of tensions and pressures..... and in the process, forget entirely the real AIM of our life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us create our dreamworld ourselves....lets not LET the mundane life take away from us....our real LIFE, which we all have dreamed of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best..&lt;br /&gt;god bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393720853039428698-7550291958416847591?l=bellowmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SsY3-ugml1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oruVOvG3aU4/S220/image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393720853039428698.post-3181874817066402139</id><published>2009-08-12T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T07:07:46.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly fly away... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SoLKEmcsk9I/AAAAAAAAADc/wczRjznoKOk/s1600-h/Butterfly_Fly_Away_Lyrics_Video_Miley_Cyrus.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369075886168249298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SoLKEmcsk9I/AAAAAAAAADc/wczRjznoKOk/s400/Butterfly_Fly_Away_Lyrics_Video_Miley_Cyrus.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;You tuck me in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turn out the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kept me safe and sound at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;little girls depend on things like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brush my teeth and comb my hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had to drive me everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you were always there when I looked back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You had to do it all alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make a living, make a home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must have been as hard as it could be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when I couldn't sleep at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scare things wouldn't turn out right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you would hold my hand and sing to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Miley and Billy]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caterpillar in the tree, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how you wonder who you'll be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't go far but you can always dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish you may and wish you might&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't you worry hold on tight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise you there will come a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Butterfly Fly Away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Butterfly Fly Away (butterfly fly away)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flap your wing now you cant stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take those dreams and make them all come true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Butterfly Fly Away (butterfly fly away)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been waiting for this day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All along and know just what to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Butterfly,Butterfly,Butterfly,Butterfly Fly Away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Butterfly Fly Away)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Butterfly Fly Away)&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/393720853039428698-3181874817066402139?l=bellowmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3181874817066402139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/08/butterfly-fly-away.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/3181874817066402139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/3181874817066402139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/08/butterfly-fly-away.html' title='Butterfly fly away... :)'/><author><name>Misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811084499256441121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SsY3-ugml1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oruVOvG3aU4/S220/image002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SoLKEmcsk9I/AAAAAAAAADc/wczRjznoKOk/s72-c/Butterfly_Fly_Away_Lyrics_Video_Miley_Cyrus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393720853039428698.post-6841196410706866477</id><published>2009-07-01T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T06:08:28.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my fav song .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/Skyw8PQB-aI/AAAAAAAAACU/yy_07ch8EW0/s1600-h/Hannah-Montana-Wallpaper-hannah-montana-751783_1024_768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353848605969086882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/Skyw8PQB-aI/AAAAAAAAACU/yy_07ch8EW0/s400/Hannah-Montana-Wallpaper-hannah-montana-751783_1024_768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's What You Make It :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let no small frustration&lt;br /&gt;Ever bring you down&lt;br /&gt;No no no no&lt;br /&gt;Just take a situation&lt;br /&gt;And turn it all around&lt;br /&gt;With a new attitude everything can change&lt;br /&gt;Make it how you want it to be&lt;br /&gt;Stayin' mad, why do that?&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself a break&lt;br /&gt;Laugh about it and you'll see&lt;br /&gt;Life's what you make it&lt;br /&gt;So let's make it right&lt;br /&gt;Life's what you make it&lt;br /&gt;So come on come on (everybody now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why be sad, broken hearted?&lt;br /&gt;Theres so much to do&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Life is hard orIt's a party&lt;br /&gt;The choice is up to you&lt;br /&gt;With a new attitude everything can change&lt;br /&gt;Make it how you want it to be&lt;br /&gt;Stayin' mad, why do that?&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself a break&lt;br /&gt;I know you wanna party with me&lt;br /&gt;Life's what you make it&lt;br /&gt;So let's make it right.........&lt;br /&gt;Life's what you make it&lt;br /&gt;So come on come on&lt;br /&gt;Lets celebrate it&lt;br /&gt;Join in everyone&lt;br /&gt;You decide'Cause life's...what you make it&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking up&lt;br /&gt;Any time you want&lt;br /&gt;All you gotta do is realize that&lt;br /&gt;It's under your control&lt;br /&gt;So let the good times rock and rollOw!&lt;br /&gt;Da da da do it nowAaaaaaaaaaaaaahOW!&lt;br /&gt;AlrightYeah yeah yeahYeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's what you make it&lt;br /&gt;So let's make it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's what you make it&lt;br /&gt;So come on come on (everybody now)&lt;br /&gt;Let's celebrate itJoin in everyone&lt;br /&gt;You decide'Cause life's...what you make it&lt;br /&gt;Life is what you make it.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393720853039428698-6841196410706866477?l=bellowmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6841196410706866477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-fav-song.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/6841196410706866477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/6841196410706866477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-fav-song.html' title='my fav song .....'/><author><name>Misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811084499256441121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SsY3-ugml1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oruVOvG3aU4/S220/image002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/Skyw8PQB-aI/AAAAAAAAACU/yy_07ch8EW0/s72-c/Hannah-Montana-Wallpaper-hannah-montana-751783_1024_768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393720853039428698.post-2799860535923720119</id><published>2009-05-08T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T03:14:27.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>those old melodies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;listen to an old song....and u'll feel connected!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The innocence, the purity, the calmness in those songs takes u in a completely different world.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one of my favorite ones is here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(ehsaan tera hoga mujh par&lt;br /&gt;dil chahta hai woh kehne do&lt;br /&gt;mujhe tumse mohabbat ho gayi hai mujhe&lt;br /&gt;palko ki chaav mein rehne do) (2)&lt;br /&gt;ehsaan tera hoga mujh par&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tumne mujhko hasna sikhaaya ho (2)&lt;br /&gt;rone kahoge ro lenge ab (2)&lt;br /&gt;aansoo ka hamaare gham na karo&lt;br /&gt;woh behte hai to behne do&lt;br /&gt;mujhe tumse mohabbat ho gayi hai mujhe&lt;br /&gt;palko ki chaav mein rehne do&lt;br /&gt;ehsaan tera hoga mujh par......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chaahe banaa do chaahe mitaa do hoo aaaa (2)&lt;br /&gt;mar bhi gaye to denge duvaayen (2)&lt;br /&gt;udd udd ke kahegi khaak sanam&lt;br /&gt;yeh dard-e-mohabbat sehne do&lt;br /&gt;mujhe tumse mohabbat ho gayi hai mujhe&lt;br /&gt;palko ki chaav mein rehne do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehsaan tera hoga mujh par&lt;br /&gt;dil chahta hai woh kehne do&lt;br /&gt;mujhe tumse mohabbat ho gayi hai mujhe&lt;br /&gt;palko ki chaav mein rehne do&lt;br /&gt;ehsaan tera hoga mujh par......."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393720853039428698-2799860535923720119?l=bellowmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/feeds/2799860535923720119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/those-old-melodies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/2799860535923720119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/2799860535923720119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/05/those-old-melodies.html' title='those old melodies...'/><author><name>Misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811084499256441121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SsY3-ugml1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oruVOvG3aU4/S220/image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393720853039428698.post-8672010178307097074</id><published>2009-04-29T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T10:55:30.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The small boy and the leaf...</title><content type='html'>He was a small, thin boy with a mole on his face. But what he told our seventh standard class many years ago still bothers me. The moral science teacher had given us homework. We had been asked to pen an essay on ‘happiness’. We all thought it was easy. But when we started writing it, we realised our limitations.&lt;br /&gt; Some of us wrote about the happy moments surrounding birthdays; some spoke of the emotional highs on getting a first in class; others remembered kites and whoops of joy. But the small, thin boy saw nothing in the events that excited us. Nothing at all. He was uninterested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he was an oddity. He was often lost in his own thoughts though he appeared calm. He asked too many questions, and he answered them himself. He seemed to be searching for a friend and had found one in himself.&lt;br /&gt;His essay on ‘happiness’ was strange — at least it appeared so at that time. I did not know how to respond to it. Here’s what I can recollect from his singular essay: "I do not know what happiness is. I can’t define it. Is it a mood? Is it a thought? Is it about innocence? It’s difficult. But I did feel happy last Wednesday when I opened my window.&lt;br /&gt;"The atmosphere was right, there was a light breeze. Just across the window was a cashew tree, it was swaying gently. Something was building within me. And, then, a bright yellow leaf started falling. It circled and circled and fell. I don’t know what happened, but I felt nice. It was a positive feeling. I smiled. Yes, you could say, I felt happy. I had never felt like that before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class of 1977 was certainly dazed. Happiness? Leaf? Small, thin boy with an attitude? If there were any doubts about the eccentricity of the small, thin boy, the essay had put them to rest.&lt;br /&gt;Years have gone by and I still think about the falling leaf and my classmates. Are we taking our lives for granted? Do we see magic in the ordinary? Or are we wasting our time chasing the extraordinary? Are we searching for something that is right in our midst in our very selves? Have we found it?&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine what the lonely leaf has set off. It is a symbol of life itself, a friend tells me when I recount the incident of the small, tiny boy. Another interprets it as childlike innocence. The falling leaf, like life, is serendipity, says another friend. "It’s everything — and nothing."&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, the small, thin boy was explaining cosmic serendipity in his own way. If life is an accident, then let’s view it as such. Let living itself be a moment of happiness, however small or large that instant is.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the seventh standard term, I had numerous meetings with the small, thin boy. One day he was franker than ever: "I have often wondered what it’s to experience a world without life. I have tried it and found it extremely disturbing. Even as there is a moment of happiness in seeing a leaf, there is sadness in experiencing a world without a leaf. And I am just beginning to understand it.&lt;br /&gt;"Reasoning, intelligence, wisdom, experience, imagination are fine. But they will never help you experience a falling leaf. It has to do with awareness," the boy said. I realise now that he was referring in his own way to consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;It’s an inner voyage that he had undertaken at a very young age. He had realised then that a leaf is not a leaf; that we must understand ourselves to understand what’s beyond us; that awareness delimits our mind; and that awareness, unlike memory, is self-effacing. For there can never be individual awareness.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, many years later, I only remember one cosmic individual and a falling leaf.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393720853039428698-8672010178307097074?l=bellowmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8672010178307097074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/small-boy-and-leaf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/8672010178307097074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/8672010178307097074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/04/small-boy-and-leaf.html' title='The small boy and the leaf...'/><author><name>Misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811084499256441121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SsY3-ugml1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oruVOvG3aU4/S220/image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393720853039428698.post-3115191888924624129</id><published>2009-02-25T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T08:40:27.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time 2 get up..</title><content type='html'>“If we do not end war – war will end us.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody says that, millions of ppl believe it,&lt;br /&gt;And nobody does anything!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The well planned assaults on the high profile targets – CST, Nariman house, The Taj, Thhe Oberoi Trident, Mazagaon (explosion in a taxi which killed 3 ppl), ville parle (explosion in a taxi), Girgaum Chowpatty(2 terrorists shot dead), JJ school of art (shots fired), Café leopard (gunmen riddled the restaurant with bullets) intended to disrupt peace, dent the nations pride and stall progress …all in the name of the world’s most abused word – religion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it’s not the first time India witnessed any terrorist attack, but this time India saw terror face to face when terrorists openly and indiscriminately shot public dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the recent times, such terrorist activities are only becoming more frequent and more profound in impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the serial bomb blasts in Delhi, when security should have been more tightened up, how could country’s financial hub afford such leniency? How could any boat full of terrorists along with sackfuls of arms and ammunitions enter the country? How could a country with such hostile neighbors have so porous borders?&lt;br /&gt;Had it not been leniency on the part of officials, corruption at some other levels, and negligence at even higher levels, how could a handful of terrorists shake the country from the right up to the roots?&lt;br /&gt;And the result of such negligence and corruption is right here in front of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant the government take up more important issues that are of strategic importance to national security more seriously? Why don’t they realize that politics is not an industrial venture? It’s a social service!! Crores of ppl have trusted them and elected them to govern the nation. Is this all our system is capable of? It took 60 hrs to draw out those handfuls from a city?&lt;br /&gt;And why was Mumbai not ready for any emergency? Why the special forces had to be called from delhi…and why all the delay???&lt;br /&gt;As much as the terrorists are responsible for the numb Mumbai today…. so is the government!&lt;br /&gt;Defence and security of nation is government’s responsibility and whatever has happened merely showcases the sincerity with which government realizes its responsibility!&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, but most importantly, the paradigm shift we all keep talking about today…. is the responsibility of – US!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we ppl as responsible citizens, need to become really more vigilant and responsible now!Lets not let anything ‘wrong’ happen around us...lets not let anyone take away what we rightfully deserve… lets become more AWARE of our rights and not let anyone snatch it from us!&lt;br /&gt;When such a revolution will start from all around the nation…It will take a bigger front – A NATIONAL FRONT, where we will command a more secure and rightfully deserved respect as citizens!&lt;br /&gt;Let not the wave of RDB and A Wednesday get out from your system!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mistakes of past will not be repeated again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai Hind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393720853039428698-3115191888924624129?l=bellowmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3115191888924624129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-2-get-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/3115191888924624129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/3115191888924624129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-2-get-up.html' title='time 2 get up..'/><author><name>Misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811084499256441121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SsY3-ugml1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oruVOvG3aU4/S220/image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393720853039428698.post-1560009975991713166</id><published>2009-02-25T08:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T08:37:40.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is baar nhi....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;After the untimely attack on Mumbai, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;lyricist Prasoon Joshi leads us from darkness to light through a touching poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Is baar nahin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is baar jab woh chhoti si bachchi mere paas apni kharonch le kar aayegi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Main usey phoo phoo kar nahin behlaoonga &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Panapney doonga uski tees ko &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is baar nahin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is baar jab main chehron par dard likha dekhoonga &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nahin gaoonga geet peeda bhula dene wale &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dard ko risney doonga,utarney doonga andar gehrey &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is baar nahin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is baar main na marham lagaoonga &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na hi uthaoonga rui ke phahey &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aur na hi kahoonga ki tum aankein band karlo,gardan udhar kar lo main dawa lagata hoon &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dekhney doonga sabko hum sabko khuley nangey ghaav &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is baar nahin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is baar jab uljhaney dekhoonga,chatpatahat dekhoonga &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nahin daudoonga uljhee door lapetney &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uljhaney doonga jab tak ulajh sake &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is baar nahin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is baar karm ka hawala de kar nahin uthaoonga auzaar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nahin karoonga phir se ek nayee shuruaat &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nahin banoonga misaal ek karmyogi ki &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nahin aaney doonga zindagi ko aasani se patri par &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Utarney doonga usey keechad main,tedhey medhey raston pe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nahin sookhney doonga deewaron par laga khoon &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Halka nahin padney doonga uska rang &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is baar nahin banney doonga usey itna laachaar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ki paan ki peek aur khoon ka fark hi khatm ho jaye &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is baar nahin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is baar ghawon ko dekhna hai &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gaur se &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thoda lambe wakt tak &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kuch faisley Aur uskey baad hausley &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kahin toh shuruat karni hi hogi &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is baar yahi tay kiya hai.. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393720853039428698-1560009975991713166?l=bellowmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1560009975991713166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-baar-nhi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/1560009975991713166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/1560009975991713166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-baar-nhi.html' title='is baar nhi....'/><author><name>Misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811084499256441121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SsY3-ugml1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oruVOvG3aU4/S220/image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393720853039428698.post-6275468654013300067</id><published>2009-02-25T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T08:33:32.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...tHe bRaVe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Only that tree bends, who bears the fruits....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struck in an unwanted fight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;still waiting for him to cm n apologise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;he hurt ur ego! rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;u r hurt!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;how can u bend first...n start talking to him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;n oh.....what if u bend....n he still doesn't talk 2 u...... wat n insult it wud be??&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;WOOF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;i'm here wid a magic!&lt;br /&gt;stand up........go......n talk to him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;jst lyk that......&lt;br /&gt;even he's waiting for u to cm....everybody wants to be loved!&lt;br /&gt;and when u do this... u r not weak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;weak is a person who cannot leave his ego!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It's easy to stand with your ego....but it's tough to bend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;And those who bend, are stronger.&lt;br /&gt;The more u bend... the more flexible u'll become..n the more gud for you... your soul !!&lt;br /&gt;When u dislike smbdy....who hold negative thoughts in your mind.... negative energy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;This bitterness slowly becomes a part of YOU. And whether u wish or not... will be reflected in your relationship with others as well..:)&lt;br /&gt;Why do you want to paint the canvas of your life with pain, hate n bitterness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Why not put in the beautiful strokes of happiness, peace, friendship, care.......love?&lt;br /&gt;Be a pleasant person.... and spread happiness all around...&lt;br /&gt;Be a peaceful ....clean soul....and spread this positive energy all arnd...but, the quintessential for this is.....do not get 'hurt'!coz once u get 'hurt'... ur mind will generate negative energy... coz u r 'hurt'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;When smbdy tries to hurt u.... DO NOT REACT!when u don't react...(neither physically nor mentally)...u do not get hurt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Always remember.....he hurt u, becoz he is unwell, h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;e is disturbed... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;So why get hurt from him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Rather help your friend, and give him peace...if u get hurt... u cannot give him peace.....and hence, cannot at all help him!!!&lt;br /&gt;Practice this out.....and u'll see....it's magical....everyday, u become a better and a more pleasant person....and the canvas of your life.....is all colored with beautiful colors of happiness, joy n peace!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;God bless!&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/393720853039428698-6275468654013300067?l=bellowmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/feeds/6275468654013300067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/02/brave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/6275468654013300067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/6275468654013300067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/02/brave.html' title='...tHe bRaVe...'/><author><name>Misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811084499256441121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SsY3-ugml1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oruVOvG3aU4/S220/image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393720853039428698.post-8994073218545285915</id><published>2009-02-25T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T08:12:19.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kaBHi kaBhII...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SaVtjn8FmlI/AAAAAAAAABM/c8OHJgzekiE/s1600-h/mothers%27%2520day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SaVtjn8FmlI/AAAAAAAAABM/c8OHJgzekiE/s320/mothers%27%2520day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306768194709854802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kabhie kabhi life mein hum khud mein hi ktna complicate ho jaate hain.........&lt;br /&gt;jo hum kabhi sochte tak nhi hain.....vo bhi karne lagte hain......&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;ji haan.....fir shuru ho gyi meri phylosophy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There r sum spl ppl in our life….whom v never wanna hurt!!!&lt;br /&gt;Our heart aches when they cry….. v luv them so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;But somehow….with time…v get so ‘used to’ with them…… we start taking them for granted….&lt;br /&gt;And mostly sadly……. Stop showing them our care….affection…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BIGGEST example is in your own house……. your ‘ma’.&lt;br /&gt;The soul that loves you the most !!!&lt;br /&gt;She luvs you unconditionally……. till she’s tired….. and even after that……till u r satisfied!&lt;br /&gt;But poor soul…. Never gets back in turn the much deserved affection!&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Becoz it’s her duty? Becoz it’s her problem that she cares for us??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask the kids….who didn’t get mother’s luv!&lt;br /&gt;Or just imagine ONE DAY when your mother stops luving u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just the small acts of affection….that’ll keep her happy…..&lt;br /&gt;How many times do we thank her for preparing the delicious meal for us? For keeping house clean? For managing our clothes? And for all that she does………for us…… without even letting us know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We luv her…..but v take her for granted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother’s luv nurture us……. And has made us wat we r 2day…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets become more responsible children……..&lt;br /&gt;Lets stop yelling at them becoz we r in an off mood…….. lets thank her wat we r today!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393720853039428698-8994073218545285915?l=bellowmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8994073218545285915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/02/kabhi-kabhii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/8994073218545285915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/8994073218545285915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/02/kabhi-kabhii.html' title='kaBHi kaBhII...'/><author><name>Misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811084499256441121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SsY3-ugml1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oruVOvG3aU4/S220/image002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SaVtjn8FmlI/AAAAAAAAABM/c8OHJgzekiE/s72-c/mothers%27%2520day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393720853039428698.post-1736700971612790230</id><published>2009-02-24T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:30:42.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gETtinG aHeAd...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;If there is a problem I will find a way, and if there is none I will find one.......&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, I’ve only been criticizing my attitude….&lt;br /&gt;But seriously spking, I really don’t thnk I’m that bad!!&lt;br /&gt;In fact, a lil tym back…that is…before getting to the collg, I was my favorite!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee haa haa………..though I didn’t know much abt myself at that tym..(as I’ve already mentioned..) but I perceived myself as a very confident n bold person…… gud in studies, sports, art, oratory…… and everybody’s favorite!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember one of my teachers remark while awarding me a prize….. she said ‘I admire u..’&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;I remember my favorite teachers talking abt me in their staff rooms…. and appreciating the aura around me…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were truly the GOLDEN DAYS of my life………. MY SCHOOL LIFE !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be calm……n light hearted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But collg mein jaake toh saala life hi badal gayaa…..&lt;br /&gt;I’m a changed person now….&lt;br /&gt;College is a big institution……..and only a few ppl know u…&lt;br /&gt;Majority of ppl r not serious abt attending classes…. And unluckily….i fall in the minority grp!&lt;br /&gt;In my case…..minority grp has a strength of ONE only……yup! That’s me!&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so…….as expected….I generally form the boycotted lot!!&lt;br /&gt;My frnz who earlier supported me…. have now disappeared……and here I am…… alone…… generally hated and and commented by ppl…..&lt;br /&gt;Still standing TALL and FIRM !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take life seriously, and for me, life means……LIFE MADE BY ME!!&lt;br /&gt;It has to be my own life made by ..…my own grades…my own wrk……my own luck…….and my own career..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire my father for this!&lt;br /&gt;He is a self made person!&lt;br /&gt;He rose from a very small village…to a town…….and now he’s wrking with one of the biggest firms!&lt;br /&gt;He has faced difficulties that were enough to shatter anybody!&lt;br /&gt;But he rose above them…….n every morning I find a new life smiling in him..&lt;br /&gt;He is definitely my source of inspiration!!&lt;br /&gt;He has taught me to appreciate small things……to understand the importance of what u have…….and to stand up for your right……come what may!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oopss….i thnk I lost the track…….yes, I was telling u abt my collg life….n how it has changed me….&lt;br /&gt;Yup yup yup…&lt;br /&gt;So well, this still remains the scene…and now I’m generally disliked by many…….&lt;br /&gt;But I have some very nice ppl around me…&lt;br /&gt;Who allow me to be stubborn……and go through my phases of moods……&lt;br /&gt;2 years in coolg have been a very gud learning experience of my life….&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt and understood so much abt human nature that now I thnk…….&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee haa…&lt;br /&gt;Cm on guys!!!!!! What do u expect from me?&lt;br /&gt;I’ll change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“hum toh bhai jaise hain…..vaise rahenge…….!!”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393720853039428698-1736700971612790230?l=bellowmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/feeds/1736700971612790230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/02/getting-ahead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/1736700971612790230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/1736700971612790230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/02/getting-ahead.html' title='gETtinG aHeAd...'/><author><name>Misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811084499256441121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SsY3-ugml1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oruVOvG3aU4/S220/image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393720853039428698.post-8258444604219962505</id><published>2009-02-24T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T08:35:20.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi all.... :))</title><content type='html'>hello world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the news is, i have forgotten the password of my earlier blog "reflection187.blogspot.com" and so i'm recreating it here............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this time i'll really try to be regular and write more often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let this be an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;incarnation&lt;/span&gt; of my older blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.... happy surfing..n happy reading...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;god bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393720853039428698-8258444604219962505?l=bellowmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/feeds/8258444604219962505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/8258444604219962505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/8258444604219962505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-world.html' title='hi all.... :))'/><author><name>Misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811084499256441121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SsY3-ugml1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oruVOvG3aU4/S220/image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-393720853039428698.post-3485145631523220946</id><published>2009-02-24T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:29:19.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>khud se vo pehli mulakaat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Palatino Linotype MF;color:teal;"  &gt;Hello myself!&lt;br /&gt;(myself…..becoz I may be sole person reading this blog..again n again…)&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s presenting to u a complicated person who loves complicating things in a really complicated way…..&lt;br /&gt;Hee Haa Haa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes frnz…… that’s true!!&lt;br /&gt;Iam a person who no matter how much tries to keep things straight n simple, sweet n fun…….. ends up entangles in a web!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I am a “running champ”….. When completely confused, I stand up for my right to ‘peace of mind’ and run away from things……&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;And AAAHH….. what relief!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that’s an awfully wrong…but MY WAY of dealing wid things…&lt;br /&gt;Abd at last……when things becom all the more complicated…..nothing seems to be wrking and I’m in a real real mess, I have a PANACEA!&lt;br /&gt;I take refuge into my best frn and then need not wry abt nything afterwards……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell u the secret, I didn’t know much abt myself a lil while ago…… but circumstances have been such that I had to do a lot of brooding abt myself………. And thatz how, this page has cm up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/393720853039428698-3485145631523220946?l=bellowmine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/feeds/3485145631523220946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/02/khud-se-vo-pehli-mulakaat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/3485145631523220946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/393720853039428698/posts/default/3485145631523220946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellowmine.blogspot.com/2009/02/khud-se-vo-pehli-mulakaat.html' title='khud se vo pehli mulakaat...'/><author><name>Misha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12811084499256441121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4jqvAsPkgLM/SsY3-ugml1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oruVOvG3aU4/S220/image002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
