<?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-7272199</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:24:23.126+05:30</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='Jain'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='india'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='love'/><category term='lesson ...'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Kshitij Hinger's Thoughts and Search for Truth</title><subtitle type='html'>It started with something i collected,  the stories of life, thoughts and the way i see it. Some of them are not written by me but i am deeply inspired by them. 

Please leave your thoughts on them as people and their thoughts is something i am interested into and i believe multiple view points are important to know and understand the Truth</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-963744807860827382</id><published>2007-11-20T18:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-20T18:34:34.063+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jain'/><title type='text'>I am a proud Jain Friends Member !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jainfriends.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jainfriends.com/forum/jainfriends.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Jain Friends Member &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-963744807860827382?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/963744807860827382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=963744807860827382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/963744807860827382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/963744807860827382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-proud-jain-friends-member.html' title='I am a proud Jain Friends Member !!'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-820603574048696116</id><published>2007-06-12T11:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-12T11:28:24.104+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Kshitij,&lt;br /&gt;              Here is your horoscope&lt;br /&gt;              for Tuesday, June 12:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;              &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Deep, slow satisfaction is so much more real than fleeting pleasure -- or at least that's what you tell yourself while you're waiting for your rewards to manifest. You know, you have a point. Keep on keepin' on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hahahaha very funny ... seeing what all has happened :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-820603574048696116?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/820603574048696116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=820603574048696116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/820603574048696116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/820603574048696116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2007/06/dear-kshitij-here-is-your-horoscope-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-919066427893224027</id><published>2007-06-12T10:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-12T14:18:16.555+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>The happiness and freedom of love</title><content type='html'>The topic might seem pretty random ... but well its amazing when sometimes we act and feel completely different then what we thought will ... something which should had made me sad ... and did made me sad momentrianaly but well then i was engrossed with a feeling of strange happiness and freedom ... havent felt such good since ages perhaps ... over two and half years i must say ... its been a amazing learning ... and an amazing experiance ... words don't exist for me to express the amount i am feeling good about myself ... feel very energetic ... feel like singing and dancing (now i know i am bad dancer and singer) ... but its just there ... on cloud nine :D just cant stop laughing ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its a feeling of knowing and relaizing something in your life which makes a huge difference ... something which has always bothered me ... i know now what is love ... i can say that love can never be lost ... we immorals might disagree that aisa nahi hai all ... but well its always there ... many people say that love is lost and all .. i disagree ... i think it can never be lost ... perhaps the way we look at love is different ... love is relationship with any other person ... and its gonna be there always... it can never be lost ... its like we feel and we refuse ke aisa kuch nahi hai ... but then aisa khene se sach to nahi badal jata hai na ... truth still will remain same always ... the feeling is there and will be ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friendship is perhaps the most beautifull thing in life ... according to me breakups, etc are not real things ... atleast in a serious relationship ... it is a bond which is there and which will be ... its the bond of care for each other .. and love is about giving only ... what should had made me sad was that i am gonna loose her ... but then over time i knew i am not loosing her ... i can't ... and she also can't cause its a bond which we have and that can't be lost ... chahe kuch bhi ho jaye ... it can't be lost ever ... its something which is always gonna be there with us all our lives ... we are going on different paths cause it was not meant for us to be on same path ... but the love we have for each other will always be ... and thats beautifull ... i guess it not necessary for two persons to live together to love each other ... its just natural feeling that comes automatically ... its a click thingiee ... living together is perhaps a form of insaturation ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel great to know this truth ... hahahahaha ... "satya ka gyan ho gaya hai" :D and perhaps its a huge truth i have realized ... i feel my life fullfilled because of it .. cause for me people in my life are very important and for me its important to ask the questions even if i know the answer of them is NO but i will ask them ... its like i want to be sure about it .. i dont want to pre-assume in certain things in my life ... i will always bug you my friends and ask those questions which i know many of you are not comfortable being asked ... but then i can only be friends when i know that person ... if i dont know that person i will never be friends with him/her and well thats me ... i guess now i can differentiate between love, friendship and insaturation ... a big learning added to my life ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine always says "You should marry your friend rather than someone you love" and i know what he means now ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jindgi rocks !!! life is beautifull .... i am so happy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love u all my friends ...&lt;br /&gt;take care and if u have read it please leave a comment ... even if its just a hi ... cause its gonna be important for me ....&lt;br /&gt;Kshitij&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-919066427893224027?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/919066427893224027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=919066427893224027' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/919066427893224027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/919066427893224027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2007/06/happiness-and-freedom-of-love.html' title='The happiness and freedom of love'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-4896690450616668082</id><published>2007-05-11T19:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-11T19:15:56.877+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson ...'/><title type='text'>Winners are too busy to be sad, too positive to be doubtful, too optimistic to be fearful and too determined to be defeated!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Vivek Pradhan was not a happy man. Even the plush comfort of the air-conditioned compartment of the Shatabdi express could not cool his frayed nerves. He was the Project Manager and still not entitled to air travel. It was not the prestige he sought, he had tried to reason with the admin person, it was the savings in time. As PM, he had so many things to do. He opened his case and took out the laptop, determined to put the time to some good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you from the software industry sir," the man beside him was staring appreciatively at the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivek glanced briefly and mumbled in affirmation, handling the laptop now with exaggerated care and importance as if it were an expensive car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You people have brought so much advancement to the country sir. Today everything is getting computerized."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks," smiled Vivek, turning around to give the man a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always found it difficult to resist appreciation. The man was young and stocky like a sportsman. He looked simple and strangely out of place in that little lap of luxury like a small town boy in a prep school. He probably was a railway sportsman making the most of his free traveling pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You people always amaze me," the man continued, "You sit in an office and write something on a computer and it does so many big things outside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivek smiled deprecatingly. Naivety demanded reasoning not anger. "It is not as simple as that my friend. It is not just a question of writing a few lines. There is a lot of process that goes behind it." For a moment, he was tempted to explain the entire Software Development Lifecycle but restrained himself to a single statement. "It is complex, very complex."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It has to be. No wonder you people are so highly paid," came the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;This was not turning out as Vivek had thought. A hint of belligerence came into his so far affable, persuasive tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone just sees the money. No one sees the amount of hard work we have to put in.Indians have such a narrow concept of hard work. Just because we sit in an air-conditioned office does not mean our brows do not sweat. You exercise the muscle; we exercise the mind and believe me that is no less taxing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had the man where he wanted him and it was time to drive home the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me give you an example. Take this train. The entire railway reservation system is computerized. You can book a train ticket between any two stations from any of the hundreds of computerized booking centres across the country. Thousands of transactions accessing a single database, at a time concurrency; data integrity, locking, data security. Do you understand&lt;br /&gt;the complexity in designing and coding such a system?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man was stuck with amazement, like a child at a planetarium. This was something big and beyond his imagination. "You design and code such things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I used to," Vivek paused for effect, "But now I am the Project Manager,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh!" sighed the man, as if the storm had passed over, "so your life is easy now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like being told the fire was better than the frying pan. The man had to be given a feel of the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh come on, does life ever get easy as you go up the ladder. Responsibility only brings more work. Design and coding! That is the easier part. Now I do not do it, but I am responsible for it and believe me, that is far more stressful. My job is to get the work done in time and with the highest quality. To tell you about the pressures, there is the customer&lt;br /&gt;at one end always changing his requirements, the user wanting something else and your boss always expecting you to have finished it yesterday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Vivek paused in his diatribe, his belligerence fading with self-realisation. What he had said, was not merely the outburst of a wronged man, it was the truth. And one need not get angry while defending the truth. "My friend," he concluded triumphantly, "you don't know what it is to be in the line of fire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man sat back in his chair, his eyes closed as if in realization. When he spoke after sometime, it was with a calm certainty that surprised Vivek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know sir, I know what it is to be in the line of fire," He was staring blankly as if no passenger, no train existed, just a vast expanse of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There were 30 of us when we were ordered to capture Point 4875 in the cover of the night. The enemy was firing from the top. There was no knowing where the next bullet was going to come from and for whom. In the morning when we finally hoisted the tricolour at the top only 4 of us were alive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are a..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am Subedar Sushant from the 13 J&amp;K Rifles on duty at Peak 4875 in Kargil. They tell me I have completed my term and can opt for a land assignment. But tell me sir, can one give up duty just because it makes life easier. On the dawn of that capture, one of my colleagues lay injured in the snow, open to enemy fire while we were hiding behind a bunker. It was my job to go and fetch that soldier to safety."&lt;br /&gt;"But my captain refused me permission and went ahead himself. He said that the first pledge he had taken as a Gentleman Cadet was to put the safety and welfare of the nation foremost followed by the safety and welfare of the men he commanded."&lt;br /&gt;"His own personal safety came last, always and every time. He was killed as he shielded that soldier into the bunker. Every morning now, as I stand guard I can see him taking all those bullets, which were actually meant for me. I know sir, I know what it is to be in the line of fire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Vivek looked at him in disbelief not sure of his reply. Abruptly he switched off the laptop. It seemed trivial, even insulting to edit a word document in the presence of a man for whom valour and duty was a daily part of life; a valour and sense of duty which he had so far attributed only to epical heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train slowed down as it pulled into the station and Subedar Sushant picked up his bags to alight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was nice meeting you sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivek fumbled with the handshake. This hand had climbed mountains, pressed the trigger, and hoisted the tricolour. Suddenly as if by impulse,he stood at attention and his right hand went up in an impromptu salute. It was the least he felt he could do for the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The incident he narrates during the capture of Peak 4875 is a true-life incident during the Kargil war. Capt. Batra sacrificed his life while trying to save one of the men he commanded, as victory was within sight. For this and his various other acts of bravery he was awarded the Param Vir Chakra the nation's highest military award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live humbly, there are great people around us, let us learn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winners are too busy to be sad, too positive to be doubtful, too optimistic to be fearful and too determined to be defeated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-4896690450616668082?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/4896690450616668082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=4896690450616668082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/4896690450616668082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/4896690450616668082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-line-of-fire.html' title='Winners are too busy to be sad, too positive to be doubtful, too optimistic to be fearful and too determined to be defeated!'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-116050528852423267</id><published>2006-10-10T23:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:05:50.393+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will always be there for you,&lt;br /&gt;and I hope you will be there for me too,&lt;br /&gt;for our friendship can never be broken,&lt;br /&gt;I will remain loyal through all the good and the bad,&lt;br /&gt;and in the end we will be glad,&lt;br /&gt;because without you I am nothing,&lt;br /&gt;as you are nothing without me,&lt;br /&gt;we fill the space a lover couldn't fill,&lt;br /&gt;for we hold each others secrets that we would never spill,&lt;br /&gt;and the day you're gone, part of me goes too,&lt;br /&gt;because I wouldn't want to be here with out you,&lt;br /&gt;Best friends forever you and me,&lt;br /&gt;nothing could ever change that; it's destiny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-116050528852423267?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/116050528852423267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=116050528852423267' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/116050528852423267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/116050528852423267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-will-always-be-there-for-you-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-115738381620707741</id><published>2006-09-04T20:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-04T21:00:16.226+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lage Raho Munnabhai ....</title><content type='html'>Watched this movie .. Lage raho munnabahi ... one of the greatest movies ever seen ... made on such a difficult and sensative topic, extremely brilliant screen play, a movie where you laugh like anything but still passes a very strong message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one should always speak truth.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking lie is very easy, but speaking truth takes lots of guts&lt;br /&gt;Many times people don't like hearing truth ... which is a fact aslo. The reason for those are also because we all like to hear good and nice things. I dont understand why are people so afraid to state the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have experianced many times people not liking when I say truth on their face, but I don't understand why ? Why are you so afarid to face yrself ? Why are people so afraid to say things which they fell so strongly about ? Why do people delay things/ decisions ? I know for sure that if i delay making a choice right not in a problem, or delay a problem it will come back to me more strongly next time. Right now i may get away with this quite lightly but that may not be the case for the long term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kher not deviating for the topic I will say a gr8 movie to watch, enjoy it a lot and try to follow as much as you can from it in your life and become a better person. Right now it gives a nice feeling with Bollywood comming with movies for a reason which respect equality of people, respects indian culture ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-115738381620707741?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/115738381620707741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=115738381620707741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/115738381620707741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/115738381620707741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2006/09/lage-raho-munnabhai.html' title='Lage Raho Munnabhai ....'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-115738294441308411</id><published>2006-09-04T20:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-04T20:45:44.423+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/57/1116/640/fs%20day.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/57/1116/320/fs%20day.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fateh Sagar Lake overflowing in the Day .. a treat to eyes and udaipur lovers &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-115738294441308411?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/115738294441308411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=115738294441308411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/115738294441308411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/115738294441308411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2006/09/fateh-sagar-lake-overflowing-in-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-115738291161905556</id><published>2006-09-04T20:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-04T20:45:11.716+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/57/1116/640/FS%20in%20NIght.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/57/1116/320/FS%20in%20NIght.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fateh Sagar Lake Overflow in Night &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-115738291161905556?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/115738291161905556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=115738291161905556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/115738291161905556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/115738291161905556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2006/09/fateh-sagar-lake-overflow-in-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-115654077582108844</id><published>2006-08-26T02:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-26T02:49:35.836+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quite a big lesson in this little story</title><content type='html'>A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What food might this contain?" The mouse wondered - he was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning: "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, "Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mouse turned to the lamb and told him, "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lamb sympathized, but said, "I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mouse turned to the cow and said "There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cow said, "Wow, Mr. Mouse. I'm sorry for you, but it's no skin off my nose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer's mousetrap alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That very night a sound was heard throughout the house -- like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snake bit the farmer's wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital, and she returned home with a fever. Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But his wife's sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer's wife did not get well; she died. So many people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn't concern you, remember -- when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all involved in this journey called life. We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;REMEMBER: EACH OF US IS A VITAL THREAD IN ANOTHER PERSON'S TAPESTRY; OUR LIVES ARE WOVEN TOGETHER FOR A REASON. One of the best things to hold onto in this world, beside God is a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-115654077582108844?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/115654077582108844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=115654077582108844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/115654077582108844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/115654077582108844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2006/08/quite-big-lesson-in-this-little-story.html' title='Quite a big lesson in this little story'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-115588922854410160</id><published>2006-08-18T12:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-18T13:50:28.563+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The raw, crude and happy Kshitij Hinger ...</title><content type='html'>It’s been really long since I have written anything ... lately been thinking a lot ... friends will say when the hell was I not thinking :) Today will write about my thoughts about the way I live my life, money and satisfaction in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People call me crude and raw, I didn't used to like that some time ago, but now i am happy with being raw ... because I know where needed I can be equally professional ... and I am raw because I don’t like to waste my money. Its been hard earned. I don’t want a lifestyle of branded things or eating out in expensive places. I think that is a waste of money. Now that doesn’t means that I am not fine eating there on regular purpose, its okay to do that once a while but never no a regular basis. Perhaps I can see that because i have been broke in my life and it was me and only me who on himself got over from there. May be that was a phase which changed me and gave me a new direction in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being raw gives me a confidence which very few people posses ... I am never worried about my work, rather than they driving me, I drive them ... yes people do find it uncomfortable of that many times, but I think there is no harm in being like that and  what’s great about is that it makes me not afraid of any damm thing, any person ... I guess this is something which only can be felt ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am motivated to something only till the time I like doing that ... and I have that discipline in my life that I can literally stop something the day I want it ... I never get addicted, people may feel I am ... but the day I  realize I don’t want to do it and than its like the last day ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People like to know what drives me, I will say its different things at times ... I know I can do a lot many things, but will only do those which I want too ... and people many times find it difficult to understand. I think I have multi-skills and I personally believe that doing something which you like is great ... is ausum ... cause there you get satisfaction ... I guess satisfaction is something which all people want have. Many of my friends think I like to show off ... I would say they are wrong, I want a sea facing penthouse because I want to live in that, I want to feel that fresh breeze every day ... I like to get wet and dance in rains... if its crude so what I will still keep doing that ... cause these are the things which give me lot of satisfaction ... and enjoyment ...one can say "atma trupt hoti hai" meaning the soul gets satisfied....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I like to live my heart ... cause I think that is fun ... and i am happy with that ... I am outspoken ... but I am satisfied with it because it has its own shares of happiness and sadness ... pro's and con's ... I say things which should be told and can be harsh at times ... I don’t like to cause anyone any pain, trouble anyone, scare anyone ... but I like to ensure that in that process they don't end up using me. Yes I do let people use me and I think that's the biggest shortcoming I have ... I am unable to say NO to people even if I really want it and I know people knowingly and unknowingly use that quality of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I came across a discussion where a collogue of mine said I check profitability of every day in my life … I never did that but I that is an excellent suggestion because that that will mean that I will be satisfied every day and I think there is nothing better than that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgive people but I never forget.... I recon it’s enough for today ... and I am really happy to be raw and crude ... because I think I am raw and crude because I know how to carry myself around well with anyone and I guess after that it doesn’t matters. I am able to build good level of trusts with people and that is only because I never get back from my word and if anyone wants to make me do that ... that is something which I will always regret ... people would be thinking why has this been posted here ... but I am sure not many will be able to understand it cause it been a conversation with myself!!!!!!!!! and a decision has be taken ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-115588922854410160?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/115588922854410160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=115588922854410160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/115588922854410160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/115588922854410160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2006/08/raw-crude-and-happy-kshitij-hinger.html' title='The raw, crude and happy Kshitij Hinger ...'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-115403698144775258</id><published>2006-07-28T03:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-28T03:19:41.470+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kshitij, your connection type is The In-depth Conversationalist</title><content type='html'>Kshitij, your connection type is The In-depth Conversationalist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's 4 in the morning or 4 in the afternoon, you're probably the friend people call when they need someone to talk to. "Lean on me" might as well be your theme song. You're a great confidante and advisor who's especially good at listening to your pals when something's on their mind. Just make sure they're willing to do the same for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marathon phone calls don't tire you out! You've been working on your endurance for years. Whether talking about the major events in your life, spelling out every detail of your last vacation, or giving the all important blow-by-blow of your last date, you've got stories to share with the loved ones in your life! And if that afterthought occurs just after you hang up? No worries. You're not ashamed to call back for a quick update. Sure, your friends might tease you about your flair for drama and attention to detail. But they always know that when they need you, you're just a phone call away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-115403698144775258?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/115403698144775258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=115403698144775258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/115403698144775258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/115403698144775258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2006/07/kshitij-your-connection-type-is-in.html' title='Kshitij, your connection type is The In-depth Conversationalist'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-115403597888741102</id><published>2006-07-28T03:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-28T03:02:58.906+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kshitij, you're a Muse!</title><content type='html'>Kshitij, you're a Muse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known for your creative powers, you Muses are the poets and musicians of life, the patrons of the fine arts. It's funny, though — even with your inspirational prowess, you're probably not the type to boast about your guitar-strumming skills, or your latest published book of verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it's great when people flock to you for ideas, there probably is a part of you that prefers to blend in sometimes — whether dressing in muted shades or staking out a one-on-one conversation at parties and social events. But try as you might not to hog the spotlight, others can't help but notice you. Must be hard to be such a goddess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite any lingering modesty, you might be surprised at how much your mere presence can help improve the lives of those around you by infusing them with ideas and good thoughts. With that kind of healing energy, your inspirational ways have the potential to change the world, Muse. Whether you're scribbling sonnets, boogying with your friends, or drawing your own constellations — you're tapped in. So keep your eyes wide open to the possibilities and let that inspiration flow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-115403597888741102?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/115403597888741102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=115403597888741102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/115403597888741102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/115403597888741102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2006/07/kshitij-youre-muse.html' title='Kshitij, you&apos;re a Muse!'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-115191449790391905</id><published>2006-07-03T13:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-03T13:44:57.976+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/57/1116/640/pic05177.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/57/1116/320/pic05177.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is Beautifull !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-115191449790391905?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/115191449790391905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=115191449790391905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/115191449790391905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/115191449790391905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2006/07/life-is-beautifull.html' title=''/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-114772083170914872</id><published>2006-05-16T00:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-11T03:34:37.237+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Came across a blog which made me think ... not think ... just nod and than i thought i should also write something ... the topic which was touched there was about purity of friendship, not the topic but the way i will take it ... friendship is funny and more funnier is when one compares that with love. I dont understand why people make so much hue and cry about friends, do they because are they jelous ... being always asked a question about my friends, i have always told yes i have friends, and they are just friends, but why the hell do people dont belive it. And its further bad when even your friends are one who question you ... But i think i have atleast understood now that it does not matters, cause i know i am saying the truth, if you dont want to listen and repect the truth then bye bye Mr/Miss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To me love is a very pure form of friendship, you can say a perfect friendship ... perhaps i am asking for too much ... but i think its about being true to yourself and thats what matters in the end. Friendship is about accepting the other person as he or she is, but there are compromises also, a very simple compormise which we many a times ignore is "when you go out with a group of your friends for a dinner, now all people have there likes and dislikes and you never became friends because of those likes, but still you manage to order something which is accetable to all" isint that a compormise, people will just try to ignore that, its a compormise, but it is ... but when you do a smilar think when for a friend who is of opposite sex, there is so much hue and cry. Man is a social animal, and does in society means always to make comments on people, why do people have to make comments rather than watch themselves, perhaps when they learn that they will go much ahead. started it thinking will write something else, but yehe mind bada he ajeeb hai, wrote complains ... i recon ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;But i know what i will do ... follow Gandhi Ji's advice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Do such behavior to all, as you want them to do to yourself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Perhaps a collection of words which if all people in this world follow there would be no fights, and all people would be so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-114772083170914872?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/114772083170914872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=114772083170914872' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/114772083170914872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/114772083170914872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2006/05/came-across-blog-which-made-me-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-114754900793378628</id><published>2006-05-14T01:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-14T01:06:47.950+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lordoftherings.net/images/ca_vmort.jpg" alt="Aragorn"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aragorn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I were a character in &lt;A HREF="http://lordoftherings.net/" TARGET="_"&gt;&lt;I&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/A&gt;, I would be Aragorn, Man of the West, leader of the Rangers who guard the hobbits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the movie, I am played by &lt;A HREF="http://www.lordoftherings.net/film/cast/ca_vmort.html" TARGET="_"&gt;Viggo Mortensen&lt;/A&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who would &lt;I&gt;you&lt;/I&gt; 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 &lt;br /&gt;        Your true color is Black!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50650/color/index.jsp?testname=colorogt&amp;resultid=G" target="_blank"&gt;What's Your True Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;Tickle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;Kshitij, your true color is Black! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Your color is black. The color of night. Serene and mysterious, black conjures up images of elegant evening gowns, dashing tuxedos, and gleaming limousines. Traditionally a symbol of success, black also represents power and an uncompromising demand for perfection. Not surprisingly, you tend to set challenging goals for yourself and do whatever it takes to achieve them — your strength of character is second to none. This unfaltering determination, along with your natural elegance, impresses people. But keep in mind that your personality might be intimidating to some. Try to temper your demanding side with a little softness — trust us, it won't kill you. Overall, though, black is the color of professionalism and achievement, which means it's clearly the color for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-114639865662110477?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/114639865662110477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=114639865662110477' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/114639865662110477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/114639865662110477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2006/04/whats-yr-true-color.html' title='Whats yr True color ?'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-114501788273307011</id><published>2006-04-14T17:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-14T18:23:16.116+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The [.HI] Accident Saga !!!</title><content type='html'>It seems that i am in a phase of getting accidents ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to imagin what happened yesterday and today was again no less ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to office, left for my work to andheri from there, aram se bina kuch style mare driving casually and imagin what can happen, suddenly a bike running ahead of me slips and fells down, okay i reacted further slowed my bike and suddenly from a 90 degree position i am 180 degree flat on road, sitting there and seeing my bike travelling ... just like amitab movies, hero is comming on bike ... and there is oil on the road by the villan, and the bike goes Zoom ... i dont know how i got out of bike ... luckily not much hurt, jst a loss of my cotton trousers are cotton shirt ... so well what ... went to house to change, no blood loss and all ... changed and completed my work and reached office ... and than all it starts again ... the dozing and feeling weak, so boss se chutti li and ghar ko chale ... ghar pauchte hai ... and wht now ... the key fell inside the thing on which we keep the keys .. more bad luck ... to socha lets get the bike repaired ... did tht ... got key from anant, reached house and spoke to my friend ... now feeling very tierd and all and than blackmailed for taking medicin, which i finally took :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalo yaha tak to thek tha ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today had told by boss long time ago for a break ... so was enjoying with my friends, had fun and while returning back ... at Khar, at a signal, i go straight and side se ek car wala aa ke handel mai BOOM ... now had to fell ... luckily for us we fell towards the car and the car person had also anticipated the colloision and me also so we had slowed down considerably and the impulse we got back to bike and not in danger zone of traffic and a traffic policemen rushed to divert the traffic ... kabhi accha kamm bhi karte hai pandu log :p ... quite a remarkable accident prone days ... with straight warnings from my boss not to drive my bike as right now we are in a very critical project stage :D hehehehehehe ... and upar se now my friend gonna tell everybody ke because of me accident happen ... che ... and wo upar se pichle 10 mins se muzhe kehe ja rahi thi ke tumhara accident hoga ...how bad of her ... grrr ... luckily jayada lagi nahi ... bach gaye :) sayad meri company pe bhagwan ko thodi daya aa gayi ... but ... mast chal raha hai ...  and what more a gr8 prediction for today ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Kshitij,&lt;br /&gt;Here is your horoscope&lt;br /&gt;for Friday, April 14:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the most significant changes start from the most seemingly insignificant events. It's a good time to pay attention to your intentions as well as your actions. Life-altering events are in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahhahaha ... life altering sure it is :D&lt;br /&gt;chalo aaj ke liye itna he ... comments awaited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-114501788273307011?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/114501788273307011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=114501788273307011' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/114501788273307011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/114501788273307011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2006/04/hi-accident-saga.html' title='The [.HI] Accident Saga !!!'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-114425870473061442</id><published>2006-04-05T22:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-05T23:08:24.820+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Koi Aap Sa (Contd.)</title><content type='html'>hmmm ... a friend of mine after reading my post "koi aap sa" gave me a summary that "i want people to understand me, and they dont understand me or take me for what i am"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps he is party true in that... people do misunderstand me and perhaps that is the reason when i do some things they come out to be shocked, perhaps a blessing in disguise :) But comming back to topic ... there was none anways ... hehehe ... the bigger reason is i think we learn from life, "Life is also a teacher, who takes examination first and than teaches the lesson" Perhaps i have been through many many examinations and from them have learned them a lot, perhaps as i have been alone facing those examinations and that has developed my thinking a lot, may be given some lines on one should and may be because i dont want to hurt anyone and that includes me i have generated the values and morals for friendship ... yes now these things could be very idealistic, but i belive a mahatma ghandi saying "Do to others, what you want for yrself" and i think i just try my level best to do my part and hope for the result, sometimes it comes and sometimes it may not come but well farak kya padtha hai, when you get back than perhaps you are the most happy person, because in today's world getting something which u want is perhaps the biggest thing which one can have and its a dream to have a life the way you want it, even 50% the way you want it, and i have learned that results never come in a day or two, it takes time for your efforts to yield and one should wait for that, its worth waiting for that ... there was a time when i was very unhappy in my life but as that time i never deviated from my values and so perhaps now i am happy, though a few of my friends will life to contradict me on that, but kher thats me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does this questions always troubling me ... why am i writing ... perhaps these days i am writing because that makes it easier for me to talk with myself, and ya a question asked to me "u are not afraid of anyone knowing this" and according to me answer is ... those anybodies wont be able to make out a word from this and perhaps few my friends wont understand some part of it, its something on which it would be very difficult to comment on ... because it is simply my life and how can one comment on that ... hehehehe ... but i will still like to read the comments ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me wonder how much abstractly i can think on anything ... so kuch aur likha jaye kya aaj ? perhaps a few questions will help me write more :) do give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kshitij&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-114425870473061442?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/114425870473061442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=114425870473061442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/114425870473061442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/114425870473061442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2006/04/koi-aap-sa-contd.html' title='Koi Aap Sa (Contd.)'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-114400074130916363</id><published>2006-04-02T23:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-05T22:31:53.133+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Koi Aap Sa</title><content type='html'>Love … Friendship basically Relationships …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes a saying that “ek ladka and ladki dost nahi ho sakte” and well I think it’s perhaps correct and perhaps wrong also .. I think it becomes true in the case when two friends are very close otherwise general type friends mai to aisa kuch nahi hota hai mere hisab se. kher why this topic well was seeing the moving “Koi Aap Sa” for the second time, nothing to do in cuttak and uska TV premier aa raha tha, and me always been a fan of romantic comedies, people may think I am a sentimental fool but I really like the movie, what I liked was there beauty in defining what is love ? What is friendship ? and a very true saying also “A friend in need is a friend indeed” apke acche mai to harr jana aap ka dost hota hai, and the people who are there when you are down are your real friends and such people are very tough to find. Because we never tell when we are down, it has to be made out and I guess that only very few people can do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kher as always deviating from the topic, meri to khaisayat hai wo akhir :D, so kya kehe raha tha mai, khud he bhul gaya … ya about the movie … well a very cute movie and which makes you think about your friendship with your friends and the relationships we are into … and I think its very difficult always for other people to realize what type of relationship are we with the other person, even our closest of your friends are not able to realize that, makes me wonder than why are they there If they cant get me as we define friends by those who know me … and perhaps one more reason why these things happen is because we are so afraid to express, we are afraid to express thinking what will the other person will think, I will lose him or her, but in actual not saying we actually lose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolna apne aap mai ek bahut badi chej hai, and perhaps very difficult too, cause its how interpreted, and that is a function of mood, mindset, person, everything … u never know where to draw the lines, what to say, what not to say, where to stop, and don’t we all fight for very very silly reasons and but the beauty of friendship is there when one person is getting angry, other should not become senti, become hurt as the person who is angry dosent knows what he or she is saying and then we tend to hurt the people who matter to us. Those who are our lifelines, and then we drift. I would say I have been lucky in that regard, I can’t hate people, and I let people come and move out of my life, perhaps that hurts me sometimes but that also makes my life beautiful when we are in touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we should cherish the moments when we friends were together, we spend quality time right, is it worth to leave that … I don’t think so it is, with life situations change, people changed, all have phases in there lives and it perhaps that makes us think otherwise, warna to you cant loose touch with that person, how can you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am wondering why am I writing it, reading this makes no sense to me, parr chalo koi nahi thodi non-sense he sahi ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these are the things which can only be felt in life, I am lucky to have experienced all these (From my side only) and I am waiting for some from the other side … lets see where life takes me and all my friends too and all to be friends. This is dedicated to me, my life and lessons which I have learnt in life  I thought why not put these in words and some day laugh about it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hhehehehehehe &lt;br /&gt;the stupid and senti&lt;br /&gt;Kshitij, or Hinger, or .HI, or K, or Horizon … sayad itne he nicks hai  hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waise aj lafi likh diya hai main, and I rarely write my posts on my blog perhaps a change gonna happen now, its gonna become kshitijhinger rather than kshitijhinger’s collection in time to come … don’t know which people would like …&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-114400074130916363?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/114400074130916363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=114400074130916363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/114400074130916363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/114400074130916363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2006/04/koi-aap-sa.html' title='Koi Aap Sa'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-114398948138815620</id><published>2006-04-02T20:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-02T20:28:47.930+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My new toy ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/57/1116/640/My%20New%20Bike.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/57/1116/320/My%20New%20Bike.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new bike ... so how am i looking ? new helmet, my googles .. bass yehe dadu ne pic dhang se nahi li, bike nahi dikh rahi hai poori, ek aur pic leni padagi :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ya i am going to my Office :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-114398948138815620?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/114398948138815620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=114398948138815620' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/114398948138815620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/114398948138815620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-new-toy.html' title='My new toy ;)'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-114398908008782482</id><published>2006-04-02T19:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-02T22:21:58.253+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts in my Mind ....</title><content type='html'>hmmm .. so what am i doing ? likh raha hoon .. likhna to meri adat nahi hai .. so kyoin likh raha hoon, pata nahi, sayad isliye kyoin ke kuch karne ko nahi hai ... pada hua hoon cuttak mai, there is lots of work to do, but aj kuch karne ke feel nahi aa rahi hai, pata nahi kyoin ? but well work is still going on good and at times somethings are not in your hand and you can't do anything about it. Life is going on and its so funny, things happen when you least expect those to happen ... even with having so many close,  real close buddies i feel at times so alone, so lonley .. ajkal chirkutgiri full form mai chal rahi hai ... making many new friends from there but the question is what am i looking for ? sometime i wonder why do i need more friends, itne sare to hai and unse he touch mai rahena at times becomes problamatic ... but i guess jindgi aise he chalti hai ... isi ka namm jindgi hai :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dekhte hai whats in store for me for tommorow, i guess now will utilize my time to plan tommorow's work day, that is also very necessary na ... parr still don't feel like ... i guess need to take a small break from work ... parr break le ke bhi kya karunga ? will sleep aur kya ... masti karne ke iccha to bahut hai, but aisa koi sath nahi hai, and perhaps thats what i am missing. i need something in my life ... a spark to get me rolling ... waise i doubt anyone would be thinking i am not rolling ... credentials he aise chal rahe hai fortunately or unfortunately ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to find internal happiness somehow, searching for that ... sayad khud ko aur explore karna padega uske liye ya sayad kamm karna padega ... samaz nahi ata hai, but well have been always taking my decisons on my own so will do that again ... cause i am the best :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so mr kshitij hinger, best thing for you is to start writing and getting your thought process sorted out cause thats the only way you can do ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well readers, you wont be able to make out what i mean in here ... cause its just whats going right now in my mind and what developed while writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kabhi lagta tha ke mai likh nahi sakta, but now i know its not like that, just need a drive for that ... sayad khud se batt karne ke next state is writing or perhaps i need that now cause ab mai buddha ho raha hoon ... hehehehehe, bechare brain pe maine waise he kafi load diya hua hai ... chalo dinner order kiya jaye, sala koi acchi movie bhi nahi aa rahi hai TV mai :( kitne din ho gaye movies dekhe hue muzhe, soch raha hoon now this sunday back to back 2-3 movies nipta he dallon ... that will get me back on track ... yes thats what i need, i need some FUN ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dekho how much writing can help :) solution nikal gaya ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waoooooooooooooo jst saw .. even my fortune says so .. hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Kshitij,&lt;br /&gt;Here is your horoscope&lt;br /&gt;for Monday, April 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you getting enough you-time? Self-care should be at the top of your list. Get a massage, treat yourself to a long day enjoying nature or spend some time with the phone turned off and reading a good book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-114398908008782482?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/114398908008782482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=114398908008782482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/114398908008782482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/114398908008782482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2006/04/random-thoughts-in-my-mind.html' title='Random Thoughts in my Mind ....'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-114391795098576029</id><published>2006-04-02T00:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-02T00:36:08.526+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sea and Seashore.</title><content type='html'>Trear Your life as Sea,&lt;br /&gt;Your Heart as a Seashore,&lt;br /&gt;and Friends like Waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never matters how many waves are there.&lt;br /&gt;What matters is,&lt;br /&gt;How many waves touched the seashore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so do you think you touched ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-114391795098576029?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/114391795098576029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=114391795098576029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/114391795098576029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/114391795098576029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2006/04/sea-and-seashore.html' title='Sea and Seashore.'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-114382511932143033</id><published>2006-03-31T22:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-01T01:07:15.220+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="text-align:center;border-spacing:0px; border-collapse:collapse;"&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border:1px solid #000;padding:4px;width:50%;vertical-align:top;background:#ccf"&gt; &lt;h2 style="margin:0px"&gt;Arena&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div style="font-size:0.7em"&gt;(known to self and others)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000055"&gt;adaptable&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#0000AA; font-weight:bold"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#0000FF; font-weight:bold"&gt;mature&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000055"&gt;sentimental&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#0000AA; font-weight:bold"&gt;trustworthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border:1px solid #000;padding:4px;width:50%;vertical-align:top;background:#fcc"&gt; &lt;h2 style="margin:0px"&gt;Blind Spot&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div style="font-size:0.7em"&gt;(known only to others)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color:#7F0000"&gt;able&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#7F0000"&gt;accepting&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#7F0000"&gt;brave&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#FF0000; font-weight:bold"&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#FF0000; font-weight:bold"&gt;confident&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#7F0000"&gt;dependable&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#7F0000"&gt;energetic&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#7F0000"&gt;extroverted&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#7F0000"&gt;friendly&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#7F0000"&gt;giving&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#7F0000"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#7F0000"&gt;idealistic&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#7F0000"&gt;intelligent&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#7F0000"&gt;logical&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#7F0000"&gt;observant&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#7F0000"&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#7F0000"&gt;searching&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#7F0000"&gt;self-assertive&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#7F0000"&gt;self-conscious&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#7F0000"&gt;sensible&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#7F0000"&gt;silly&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#FF0000; font-weight:bold"&gt;warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border:1px solid #000;padding:4px;width:50%;vertical-align:top;background:#cfc"&gt; &lt;h2 style="margin:0px"&gt;Façade&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div style="font-size:0.7em"&gt;(known only to self)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; modest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border:1px solid #000;padding:4px;width:50%;background:#ccc"&gt; &lt;h2 style="margin:0px"&gt;Unknown&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div style="font-size:0.7em"&gt;(known to nobody)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:0.8em"&gt; bold, calm, cheerful, clever, complex, dignified, helpful, independent, ingenious, introverted, kind, knowledgeable, nervous, organised, patient, powerful, quiet, reflective, relaxed, religious, responsive, shy, spontaneous, sympathetic, tense, wise, witty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;h3&gt;All Percentages&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;able&lt;/b&gt; (16%) &lt;b&gt;accepting&lt;/b&gt; (16%) &lt;b&gt;adaptable&lt;/b&gt; (16%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;bold (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;brave&lt;/b&gt; (16%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;calm (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;caring&lt;/b&gt; (33%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;cheerful (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;clever (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;complex (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;confident&lt;/b&gt; (33%) &lt;b&gt;dependable&lt;/b&gt; (16%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;dignified (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;energetic&lt;/b&gt; (16%) &lt;b&gt;extroverted&lt;/b&gt; (16%) &lt;b&gt;friendly&lt;/b&gt; (16%) &lt;b&gt;giving&lt;/b&gt; (16%) &lt;b&gt;happy&lt;/b&gt; (16%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;helpful (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;idealistic&lt;/b&gt; (16%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;independent (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;ingenious (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;intelligent&lt;/b&gt; (16%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;introverted (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;kind (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;knowledgeable (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;logical&lt;/b&gt; (16%) &lt;b&gt;loving&lt;/b&gt; (33%) &lt;b&gt;mature&lt;/b&gt; (50%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;modest (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;nervous (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;observant&lt;/b&gt; (16%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;organised (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;patient (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;powerful (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;proud&lt;/b&gt; (16%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;quiet (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;reflective (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;relaxed (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;religious (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;responsive (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;searching&lt;/b&gt; (16%) &lt;b&gt;self-assertive&lt;/b&gt; (16%) &lt;b&gt;self-conscious&lt;/b&gt; (16%) &lt;b&gt;sensible&lt;/b&gt; (16%) &lt;b&gt;sentimental&lt;/b&gt; (16%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;shy (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;silly&lt;/b&gt; (16%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;spontaneous (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;sympathetic (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;tense (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;trustworthy&lt;/b&gt; (33%) &lt;b&gt;warm&lt;/b&gt; (33%) &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;wise (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#888"&gt;witty (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="border:1px solid #000; padding:8px; text-align:center;background:#eee"&gt; Created by the &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interactive Johari Window&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on 31.3.2006, using data from 6 respondents.&lt;br&gt; You can &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari"&gt;make your own Johari Window&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?view=Kshitij Hinger"&gt;view Kshitij Hinger's full data&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-114382511932143033?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/114382511932143033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=114382511932143033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/114382511932143033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/114382511932143033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2006/03/arena-known-to-self-and-others.html' title=''/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-114361764695004972</id><published>2006-03-29T13:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-29T13:04:06.956+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/57/1116/640/Me%20with%20Taj.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/57/1116/320/Me%20with%20Taj.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wonder of world with another :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-114361764695004972?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/114361764695004972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=114361764695004972' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/114361764695004972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/114361764695004972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2006/03/wonder-of-world-with-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-114174800753189377</id><published>2006-03-07T21:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-29T13:10:23.033+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#e6e6fa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: July 9&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a born idealist, with more pet causes than you can count. You prefer be around others, both when working and while relaxing. Generous and giving, you believe you can change the world one person at a time. You're open minded and tolerant. People feel like they can tell you anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Your strength: &lt;strong&gt;Your go-with-the-flow flexibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Your weakness:&lt;strong&gt; Your flair for the over dramatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Your power color&lt;strong&gt;: Pine green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Your power symbol:&lt;strong&gt; Circle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Your power month:&lt;strong&gt; September&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-114174800753189377?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/114174800753189377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=114174800753189377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/114174800753189377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/114174800753189377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2006/03/your-birthdate-july-9a-hrefwhat-does.html' title=''/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-114059384478213478</id><published>2006-02-22T13:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-22T13:07:24.793+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/ft_dead.php?im"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/ft/dead.php?val=8657" alt="I am going to die at 78. When are you? Click here to find out!" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-114059384478213478?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/114059384478213478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=114059384478213478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/114059384478213478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/114059384478213478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-113484537397490469</id><published>2005-12-18T00:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-18T00:19:33.986+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Live the Life, dont run ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Time is short. The music won't last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When u speed so fast to get somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You miss half the fun of getting there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you worry and get through your day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its like an unopened gift... thrown away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life is not a race. Do take it slower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hear the music before the song is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-113484537397490469?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/113484537397490469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=113484537397490469' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/113484537397490469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/113484537397490469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/12/live-life-dont-run.html' title='Live the Life, dont run ...'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-113292180393834116</id><published>2005-11-25T17:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-25T18:00:03.953+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yet another Tag from ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1) Single or Taken: Single yet, heart is taken by someone ... and well dont have her till date ... lets see what future has store for me ... i have yet to loose hope on that though :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2) Your Age:22 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;3) Birthday: 09 July 1983&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;4) Hair: Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;5) Eye colour: Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;6) Shoe size: 8 and 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Full name: Kshitij Hinger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1) Did you send this to your crush? nops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2) Did your crush send this to you?: no comments !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1) Where is your favourite place to shop: Big Bazzar, Shopper Stop, etc ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2) Any tatoos?: Nops , wo sab bachpan mai tha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;3) Do u do drugs?: Naaah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;4) What are you listening to right now?: nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;5) What car do you wish to have? a benz :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;6) Where do you want to get married? In Udaipur ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;*FAVORITES*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1)Color: blue, cream, red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; 2)Subjects in college:Maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;3)Music: Soft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1) Given anyone a bath? : ya .. to self :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2) Bungee jumped: will do when i get my chance :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;3) Broken the law: hehehehehe .. no comments "Rules are ment to be Broken" :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;5) Gone skinny-dipping: not yet, but may be some day :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;6) Ever been in love: ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;7) Made yourself cry to get out of trouble: nops, i never cry :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; **F i n a l Q u e s t i o n s **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1) How many people are you sending this to?: no one .. just putting on my blog as sent to me by my closest friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; 2) Who will send it back: no idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;3) What is the last film you saw at the theatre? Shaddi No. 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Kshitij&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-113292180393834116?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/113292180393834116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=113292180393834116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/113292180393834116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/113292180393834116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/11/yet-another-tag-from.html' title='Yet another Tag from ...'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-113173013029432892</id><published>2005-11-11T22:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-11T22:58:50.306+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't Change the World . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a king who ruled a prosperous country. One day, he went for a trip to some distant areas of his country. When he was back to his palace, he complained that his feet were very painful, because it was the first time that he went for such a long trip, and the road that he went through was very rough and stony. He then ordered his people to cover every road of the entire country with leather. Definitely, this would need thousands of cows' skin, and would cost a huge amount of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one of his wise servant dared himself to tell the king, "Why do you have to spend that unnecessary amount of money ? Why don't you just cut a little piece of leather to cover your feet ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The king was surprised, but he later agreed to his suggestion, to make a "shoe" for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is actually a valuable lesson of life in this story : to make this world a happy place to live, you better change yourself - your heart; and not the world . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;isint it so true ... We should stop complaining and find solutions to make ours and life of ppl who matter to us happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kshitij&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-113173013029432892?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/113173013029432892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=113173013029432892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/113173013029432892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/113173013029432892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/11/dont-change-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-113103969351151065</id><published>2005-11-03T23:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-03T23:11:33.526+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This life is yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take the power to choose what you want to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and do it well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take the power to love what you want in life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and love it honestly.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take the power to walk in forest &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and be a part of nature.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take the power to control your own life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one else can do it for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take the power to make your life happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This life is yours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-113103969351151065?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/113103969351151065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=113103969351151065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/113103969351151065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/113103969351151065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-life-is-yours.html' title='This life is yours'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-113093318567114677</id><published>2005-11-02T17:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-02T17:36:25.683+05:30</updated><title type='text'>If you think u can, then you can ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;If you think you are beaten, You are&lt;br /&gt;If you think you dare not,  You don't&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to win, But you think you can't,&lt;br /&gt;It's almost sure you won't !&lt;br /&gt;If you think you'll lose, You've lost,&lt;br /&gt;For out in the world you find sucess begins with the will,&lt;br /&gt;Its all in the state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you are outclassed, You are,&lt;br /&gt;You've got to think hight to rise.&lt;br /&gt;You've got to think of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Before you can win the prize !&lt;br /&gt;If you don't try the race is lost, Before even a step is run&lt;br /&gt;Think big and your deeds will grow,&lt;br /&gt;Think small and you will fall behind,&lt;br /&gt;Think that you can and you will,&lt;br /&gt;It's all in the state of mind !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's battels don't always go to stronger or faster man.&lt;br /&gt;But sooner or later the man who wins,&lt;br /&gt;Is the one who thinks he can !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-113093318567114677?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/113093318567114677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=113093318567114677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/113093318567114677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/113093318567114677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/11/if-you-think-u-can-then-you-can.html' title='If you think u can, then you can ....'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-113066674324659784</id><published>2005-10-30T15:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-30T15:35:43.260+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What I Wouldn't Do . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I Wouldn't Do . .  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;I  love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;I  want to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;No  one else will ever do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;I  can't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear you  say&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you wouldn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear you  say&lt;br /&gt;Just one of these, someday . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-113066674324659784?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/113066674324659784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=113066674324659784' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/113066674324659784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/113066674324659784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-i-wouldnt-do.html' title='What I Wouldn&apos;t Do . .'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-112843158855331879</id><published>2005-10-04T18:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-04T18:43:08.560+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life's Little Instruction Book :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life's Little Instruction Book :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;• Have a firm handshake.&lt;br /&gt;• Look people in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;• Sing in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;• Own a great stereo system.&lt;br /&gt;• If in a fight, hit first and hit hard.&lt;br /&gt;• Keep secrets.&lt;br /&gt;• Never give up on anybody. Miracles happen everyday.&lt;br /&gt;• Always accept an outstretched hand.&lt;br /&gt;• Be brave. Even if you're not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference.&lt;br /&gt;• Whistle.&lt;br /&gt;• Avoid sarcastic remarks.&lt;br /&gt;• Choose your life's mate carefully. From this one decision will come 90 per cent of all your happiness or misery.&lt;br /&gt;• Make it a habit to do nice things for people who will never find out.&lt;br /&gt;• Lend only those books you never care to see again.&lt;br /&gt;• Never deprive someone of hope; it might be all that they have.&lt;br /&gt;• When playing games with children, let them win.&lt;br /&gt;• Give people a second chance, but not a third.&lt;br /&gt;• Be romantic.&lt;br /&gt;• Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know.&lt;br /&gt;• Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life-and-death matters, nothing is as important as it first seems.&lt;br /&gt;• Don't allow the phone to interrupt important moments. It's there for your convenience, not the caller's.&lt;br /&gt;• Be a good loser.&lt;br /&gt;• Be a good winner.&lt;br /&gt;• Think twice before burdening a friend with a secret.&lt;br /&gt;• When someone hugs you, let them be the first to let go.&lt;br /&gt;• Be modest. A lot was accomplished before you were born.&lt;br /&gt;• Keep it simple.&lt;br /&gt;• Beware of the person who has nothing to lose.&lt;br /&gt;• Don't burn bridges. You'll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river.&lt;br /&gt;• Live your life so that your epitaph could read, No Regrets&lt;br /&gt;• Be bold and courageous. When you look back on life, you'll regret the things you didn't do more than the one's you did.&lt;br /&gt;• Never waste an opportunity to tell someone you love them.&lt;br /&gt;• Remember no one makes it alone. Have a grateful heart and be quick to acknowledge those who helped you.&lt;br /&gt;• Take charge of your attitude. Don't let someone else choose it for you.&lt;br /&gt;• Visit friends and relatives when they are in hospital; you need only stay a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;• Begin each day with some of your favorite music.&lt;br /&gt;• Once in a while, take the scenic route.&lt;br /&gt;• Send a lot of Valentine cards. Sign them, 'Someone who thinks you're terrific.'&lt;br /&gt;• Answer the phone with enthusiasm and energy in your voice.&lt;br /&gt;• Keep a note pad and pencil on your bed-side table. Million-dollar ideas sometimes strike at 3 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;• Show respect for everyone who works for a living, regardless of how trivial their job.&lt;br /&gt;• Send your loved ones flowers. Think of a reason later.&lt;br /&gt;• Make someone's day by paying the toll for the person in the car behind you.&lt;br /&gt;• Become someone's hero.&lt;br /&gt;• Marry only for love.&lt;br /&gt;• Count your blessings.&lt;br /&gt;• Compliment the meal when you're a guest in someone's home.&lt;br /&gt;• Wave at the children on a school bus.&lt;br /&gt;• Remember that 80 per cent of the success in any job is based on your ability to deal with people.&lt;br /&gt;• Don't expect life to be fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-112843158855331879?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/112843158855331879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=112843158855331879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112843158855331879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112843158855331879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/10/lifes-little-instruction-book.html' title='Life&apos;s Little Instruction Book :-)'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-112825588241467446</id><published>2005-10-02T17:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-02T17:54:42.416+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gandhi Jayanti Today !!!</title><content type='html'>02.10.05 today ... another Gandhi Jayanti goes by, what do we learn from it, a man who got us freedom in a way which no one else could had done, been awarded so many awards but do we indians recognize the true Gandhi ... perhaps one of the most respected philosophies in the world right now ... a simple priclipal "Live and Let Live" live for yr family, yr friends, yr country ... live simply, dont waste ... so simple things and if followed can do wonders ... I am no gandhian, but i read "Freedom at Midnight" and pretty remarkable how one man made sure that there was no blood shed in bengal during partition ... even the british leaders were surprized how come there whole force was not able to stop blood shed in punjab whereas a one man was keeping Bengal quite which was supposed to be very very vercetile state ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truly called father of nation .... deserved to be called that ... bow to the great man and i hope we all in the world understand what he really said and do that for the happiness of the world ... the world now no longer is a single country ... it might be now but business and needs of people make it a global country ... spread the message of love and hope for love to come back to you ... it might take time but it will ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kshitij&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-112825588241467446?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/112825588241467446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=112825588241467446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112825588241467446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112825588241467446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/10/gandhi-jayanti-today.html' title='Gandhi Jayanti Today !!!'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-112825527053999019</id><published>2005-10-02T17:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-02T17:44:30.540+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The Rainbow . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I See The Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Rising On The Sphere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It Pleases My Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I Wish U Could Be Near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I See The Sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I Rest Down For A While&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;At The Ending Of Each Day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I Think Of You And I Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And When Night Shadows Fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The Stars Light Our Way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It Makes Me Think Of You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Your Words, Whatever You Say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Every Storm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I See A Rainbow In The Sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It Smoothens My Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Like A Gentle Lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Through Your Eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I See The World, I See Everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And It's At Each Rainbow's End,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I Know I'll Find You There . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dedicated to all my closest friends, I miss u all and i hate it being here alone but you all are always inside me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-112825527053999019?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/112825527053999019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=112825527053999019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112825527053999019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112825527053999019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/10/rainbow.html' title=''/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-112825484261983767</id><published>2005-10-02T17:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-02T17:37:22.626+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Opportunity and Life !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Opportunity ... I came across a nice story (below) ... aint opportunity something which entirely depends on the person ... I will say opportunity lies all around us but we dont want to put efforts to reach to them ... I would say go for every opportunity, in start u may feel its not for you, this will get me there and blah blah !!! which u dont want ... but u never know ... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"A footballer will miss 100% shots which he did not took"&lt;/span&gt; so if u dont take opportunity than dont blabber as you have no right to do that ... A footlballer makes an opportunity by taking the Shot ... arent many of us afraid to take shots, too worried about the outcome ... GO FOR THE SHOT AND YOU WILL HAVE WHAT YOU WANT, IF YOU DONT TAKE THE SHOT THEN YOU HAVE LOST THE CHANCE OF WINNING ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Opportunity is always there in your life, just depends on your attitude that you see it or not and grab it or not .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;written why ? i am asking question :p hehehehehe, comments awaited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Never miss first opportunity . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man wished to marry the farmer's beautiful daughter. He went to the farmer to ask his permission. The farmer looked him over and said, "Son, go stand out in that field. I'm going to release three bulls, one at a time. If you can catch the tail of any one of the three bulls, you can marry my daughter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man stood in the pasture awaiting the first bull. The barn door opened and out ran the biggest, meanest-looking bull he had ever seen. He decided that one of the next bulls had to be a better choice than this one, so he ran over to the side and let the bull pass through the pasture out the back gate. The barn door opened again. Unbelievable. He had never seen anything so big and fierce in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stood pawing the ground, grunting, slinging slobber as it eyed him. Whatever the next bull was like, it had to be a better choice than this one. He ran to the fence and let the bull pass through the pasture, out the back gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door opened a third time. A smile came across his face. This was the weakest, scrawniest little bull he had ever seen. This one was his bull. As the bull came running by, he positioned himself just right and jumped at just the exact moment. He grabbed... but the bull had no tail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of opportunities. Some will be easy to take advantage of, some will be difficult. But once we let them pass (often in hopes of something better), those opportunities may never again be available. So always grab the first opportunity . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-112825484261983767?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/112825484261983767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=112825484261983767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112825484261983767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112825484261983767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/10/opportunity-and-life.html' title='Opportunity and Life !!!'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-112771640539653995</id><published>2005-09-26T12:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-26T12:03:25.400+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The best kind of Friendship is the kind you&lt;br /&gt;can sit on porch and swing with,&lt;br /&gt;never say a word, and then walk away&lt;br /&gt;feeling like it was the best conversation&lt;br /&gt;you have ever had ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what u say ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-112771640539653995?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/112771640539653995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=112771640539653995' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112771640539653995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112771640539653995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/09/best-kind-of-friendship-is-kind-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-112755770315139476</id><published>2005-09-24T15:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-24T16:08:44.566+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f88b8b;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 60% Boyish and 40% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#a7ceff;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- a total eunuch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You're just you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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/7272199-112755770315139476?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/112755770315139476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=112755770315139476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112755770315139476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112755770315139476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-are-60-boyish-and-40-girlish-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-112663079252046403</id><published>2005-09-13T22:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-13T22:29:52.526+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Walk with me my dear friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walk with me my dear friend. .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friend please walk with me hand in hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lets watch the sun shine down and kick up all the sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lets watch the waves roll in and in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lets sit there and think of how much we have been though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;No matter if its bad or good.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lets think in the peacefulness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Feeling the spray of water spring all about on our faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tell me how your day has been and what you plan to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tell me how your life is going so i can have the best picture of every moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Surrounded in my mind will be thoughts of only happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;All of which will be of us growing, knowing each other more and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Since you are my friend I want to know what makes you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I want to know what makes you happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I want to know every thing that makes you feel like sparks are gonna fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;When a boy touches your hand or runs his fingers though your hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Does anything they do give you a feeling so true..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;You don't have to tell me everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And even if you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll still have that picture,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Drawn perfectly in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Of the most wonderful loving friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;In all the world i could ever be able to find . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;aha !!! my 50th post on my blog ;) To all of you by friends. Thanks for being there for me :) Love u all !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kshitij&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-112663079252046403?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/112663079252046403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=112663079252046403' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112663079252046403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112663079252046403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/09/walk-with-me-my-dear-friend.html' title='Walk with me my dear friend'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-112653646686970343</id><published>2005-09-12T20:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-12T20:32:24.573+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Take care my friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To my friends who have been there for me all the time :) Love u all !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take care my friend . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care my friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I miss talking to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And laughing with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And sharing moments,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;that makes being with you soo special..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Becoz- theres all wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;with a day when u r not here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Somethings missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And inspite of myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen for your laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and watch for you face in the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stand by the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;waiting all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;thinking.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;maybe you will drop by..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;becoz i cant help thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;how lonely it is without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and how nice it would be to have you here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;becoz you matter to me . .&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/7272199-112653646686970343?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/112653646686970343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=112653646686970343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112653646686970343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112653646686970343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/09/take-care-my-friend.html' title='Take care my friend'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-112644485645430758</id><published>2005-09-11T18:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-11T18:50:56.463+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Balance in Life, Relationships ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A 91-year-old woman died after living a very long  dignified life. When she met God, she asked Him  something that had really bothered her for a very long time. "If Man was created in God's image, and if all men are created equal, why do people treat each other so badly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God replied that each person who enters our life has a unique lesson to teach us. It is only through these lessons that we learn about life, people and our relationships with God. This confused the woman,  so God began to explain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When someone lies to you, it teaches you that things are not always what they seem. The truth is often far beneath the surface. Look beyond the masks people wear if you want to know what is in their hearts. Remove your own masks to let people know who you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone steals from you it teaches you that nothing is forever. Always appreciate what you have. You never know when you might lose it. Never take your friends or family for granted, because today and sometimes only this very moment is the only guarantee you may have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone inflicts injury upon you, it teaches you that the human state is a very fragile one. Protect and take care of your body as best as you can, it's the one thing that you are sure to have forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone mocks you, it teaches you that no two people are alike. When you encounter people who are different from you, do not judge them by how they look or act, instead base it on the contents of what is in their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone breaks your heart, it teaches you that loving someone does not always mean that the person will love you back. But don't turn your back on love, because when you find the right person, the  joy that one person brings you will make up for all of your past hurts. Times a thousand fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone holds a grudge against you, it teaches you that everyone makes mistakes. When you are wronged, the most virtuous thing you can do is forgive the offender without pretense. Forgiving those who have hurt us is often the most difficult and painful of life's experiences, but it is also the most courageous thing a person can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a loved one is unfaithful to you, it teaches you that resisting temptation is Man's greatest challenge. Be vigilant in your resistance against all temptations. By doing so, you will be rewarded with an enduring sense of satisfaction far greater than the temporary pleasure by which you were  tempted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone cheats you, it teaches you that greed is the root of all evil. Aspire to make your dreams come true, no matter how lofty they may be. Do not feel guilty about your success, but never let an obsession with achieving your goals lead you to engage in malevolent activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone ridicules you, it teaches you that nobody is perfect. Accept people for their merits and be tolerant of their flaws. Do not ever reject someone for imperfections over which they have no control."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Upon hearing the Lord's wisdom, the old woman became concerned that there are no lessons to be learned from man's good deeds. God replied that Man's capacity to love is the greatest gift he has. At the root of kindness and love, and each act of love also teaches us a lesson. The woman's curiosity deepened.God, once again began to explain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When someone loves us, it teaches us love, kindness, charity, honesty, humility, forgiveness, acceptance, and all of these can counteract all the evil in the world. For every good deed, there is one evil deed. Man alone has the power to control the balance between good and evil, but because the lessons of love are not taught often enough, the power is too often abused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you enter someone's life, whether by plan, chance or coincidence, consider what your lesson will be. Will you teach love or a harsh lesson of reality? When you die, will your life have resulted in more loving or more hurting? More comfort or more pain? More joy or more sadness? Each one of us has the power over the balance of the love in the world. Use it wisely!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss an opportunity to nudge the world's scale in the right direction!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And well also be yrself always and keep learning from everything, as everything happening around u has a reason, its for your eyes only to see it and act on it. Enjoy:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-112644485645430758?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/112644485645430758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=112644485645430758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112644485645430758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112644485645430758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/09/balance-in-life-relationships.html' title='Balance in Life, Relationships ....'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-112637976477679011</id><published>2005-09-11T00:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-11T00:58:35.056+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Unexpressed Love . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unexpressed Love. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like left aloneAmidst of all the knowing faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Knowing that you won’t stand beside me hereafter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest melodies wouldn’t make me entertained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Coz’ I know I’m gonna miss your enchanting voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel my heart about to freeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Right under the blazing sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Knowing that I’m gonna miss the warmth of your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so helpless &amp;amp; missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Even in the company of my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Coz’ I know I’m gonna miss your loving care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like shattered to pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;On the day that you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Someone else has stolen your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how could I ever blame you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Coz’ I never let you know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I do care a lot and keep thinking of you . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-112637976477679011?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/112637976477679011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=112637976477679011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112637976477679011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112637976477679011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/09/unexpressed-love.html' title='Unexpressed Love . . .'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-112637959875540388</id><published>2005-09-11T00:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-11T00:43:18.763+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Don't ask me . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't ask me . . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not begging you to love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm not really even asking you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But, isn't it alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I cherish that hope in my heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If I dream of just holding your hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It will hurt me - not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will try to keep my eyes from shining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When they see you.And I promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I will try not to smile a special smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you say hello.but, please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't ask me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not to love you . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-112637959875540388?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/112637959875540388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=112637959875540388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112637959875540388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112637959875540388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/09/dont-ask-me.html' title='Don&apos;t ask me . . .'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-112594581849707171</id><published>2005-09-06T00:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-06T00:13:38.506+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A fun game for me and you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A fun game for me and you ¸. •*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;THIS IS A SURVEY WITH A TWIST - YOU fill in the blanks about ME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and send it back to ME (through comments post), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but FIRST, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;put a BLANK one on your blog for your friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;including ME, s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;o they can return the favor to YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;BE HONEST, they're really cool to get back, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you might find something you missed before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~~* RuLeZ *~~* 1st-Copy Paste this survey on your blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2nd-fill this survey out for ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;3rd- BE HONEST &amp; PLEASE ONCE YOU HIT THIS BLOG &amp;amp; READ THIS POST THEN DO REPLY¸. •*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•¸. •*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1. My name :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2. Where did we meet?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;3. Take a stab at my middle name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;4. How long have you known me?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;5. When is the last time we saw each other?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;6. Do I smoke?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;7. Do I believe in God?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;8. When you first saw me / talked with me what was your impression?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;9. My age:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;10. Birthday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;11. Colour- hair:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;12. Colour- eyes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;13. Do I have any brothers or sisters?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;14. (a)Have you ever had a crush on me?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;b) do you still?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;15. Have you ever been jealous of me?If yes, why?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;16. What's my favourite colour?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;17. What's one of my favourite movies?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;18.Do you remember one of the 1st things I said to you?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;19. What's my favourite type of music?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;20. What is the best feature about me?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;21. Am I shy or outgoing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;22. Would you say I am funny "ha ha" or funny(sarcastic)?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;23. Am I a rebel or do I follow all the rules?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;24. Would you consider me a friend, an aquaintence or a good friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;25. Would you call me pretty, slutty, average, sporty, punk, hippie, glam,snobby, or something else(what?)?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;27. If there were one good nickname for me what would it be?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;28. Are my grandparents with me?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;29. Have you ever seen me cry? If so when and y did i cry?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;30.If i had broccoli in my teeth would you tell me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;31.What would u give me out of 10(10 the highest) for personality:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;32.What would you give me out of 10(10 the highest) for looks?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;33.What annoys u most about me?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;34.Do u think i am funny?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;35.If you could do one thing to me what would it be?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;36.If you could go anywhere with me where would it be?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;37.Do you trust me?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;38.Do you know anyone that fancies me?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;39.Do you know anyone that hates me?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;40.Do you love me?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-112594581849707171?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/112594581849707171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=112594581849707171' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112594581849707171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112594581849707171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/09/fun-game-for-me-and-you.html' title='A fun game for me and you'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-112581901213068939</id><published>2005-09-04T12:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-04T13:00:12.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I had a dream in my mind . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I had a dream in my mind . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I had a dream in my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It was a dream not meant to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I felt a whisper in my lips, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It was a whisper not meant to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I kept a promise to my self,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It was a promise not meant to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I felt a beat in my heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It was a beat not meant to feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Let me dream you in to my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It is the dram I want to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Let me whisper love to your life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It is the words I want to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Let me promise never to apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It is the promise never meant to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Let me feel your love in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It will stay for eternity . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-112581901213068939?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/112581901213068939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=112581901213068939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112581901213068939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112581901213068939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-had-dream-in-my-mind.html' title='I had a dream in my mind . .'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-112568151676221227</id><published>2005-09-02T22:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-02T23:14:10.536+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why are helpfull people lonley most ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The people who help around and who are being there for there friends most of the times they find themselves to be lonley most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the world like that ? when u are there for your friends when they need you ? Why does it happens that when u really need someone nearby u dont find one ? Is there something wrong in helping around ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen so many instances in my life, have seen in a few of my relatives lives, the people who used to help most also get all the blame from this world ... Those are the ones who are called as "bura" meaning "bad people" or people who are disrupting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so much confused that is caring wrong ? is helping wrong ? are you not entiteled for some love or some care when u need ? why do u have to at times go and tell your friends that u need them ? why cannot they realize that on there own ? why do u have to remind them that u need them ? and why do they feel that they are doing a favor to there friend ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people who have good intention, who help, who want that no one suffers are lonley most ? why why why ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does that happens ... I guess lot of questions ... but i think from today on i would start writing my own ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to my friends ... i don't want you to call me ... I just dont want that .. I just want you to put yr comments right here in the COMMENT BOX .. as i am not going to hear anything nor discuss this over phone to anyone ... Yes i can also me adamanent ... and i have had enough of one sideded ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if u think u never told that because u thought its too small thing to tell ... then i will say IT MATTERS so please say ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kshitij&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-112568151676221227?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/112568151676221227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=112568151676221227' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112568151676221227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112568151676221227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-are-helpfull-people-lonley-most.html' title='Why are helpfull people lonley most ?'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-112538441579617813</id><published>2005-08-30T12:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-30T12:18:20.356+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You may not be here with me ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But thoughts of you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Always in my heart ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-112538441579617813?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/112538441579617813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=112538441579617813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112538441579617813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112538441579617813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-may-not-be-here-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-112538401726761452</id><published>2005-08-30T12:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-30T12:10:17.266+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love is not something that happens at first sight ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Love is not something that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;happens on first sight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;it happens when u start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;knowing each other and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;in turn end up needing each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;for every feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;for every thought and for every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;moment ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It is case for me ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can only hope and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;wish its same for you ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-112538401726761452?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/112538401726761452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=112538401726761452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112538401726761452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112538401726761452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/08/love-is-not-something-that-happens-at.html' title='Love is not something that happens at first sight ...'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-112538357762885380</id><published>2005-08-30T11:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-30T12:02:57.633+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dear Friend . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dear Friend . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We might not meet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;we might not chat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but we would still be friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you better don't forget that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times would go passing by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;changes would come with you and I,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;our lives destiny would shape,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;as with time progress we make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance would take us away miles &amp; miles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;we might not even see each others smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We might not help each other;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but still let not,our friendship wither..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the moments which we share..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;no matter, now you are where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you would then miss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but in your memories I will be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magic of friendship would call me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and I would miss you then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;thinking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;together we would be when . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I just can wish ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;and Hope ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Love ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Kshitij&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-112538357762885380?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/112538357762885380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=112538357762885380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112538357762885380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112538357762885380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/08/dear-friend.html' title='Dear Friend . . .'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-112488974818411074</id><published>2005-08-24T18:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-24T18:52:28.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Eight Gifts that Do Not Cost A Cent . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eight Gifts that Do Not Cost A Cent . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;THE GIFT OF LISTENING . .&lt;/strong&gt;     But you must REALLY listen. No interrupting, no daydreaming, no planning your response. Just listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;THE GIFT OF AFFECTION .&lt;/strong&gt; .     Be generous with appropriate hugs, kisses, pats on the back and handholds.Let these small actions demonstrate the love you have for family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;THE GIFT OF LAUGHTER . .&lt;/strong&gt;     Clip cartoons. Share articles and funny stories. Your gift will say, "I love     to laugh with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;THE GIFT OF A WRITTEN NOTE . .&lt;/strong&gt;     It can be a simple "Thanks for the help" note or a full sonnet. A brief, handwritten note may be remembered for a lifetime, and may even change a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;THE GIFT OF A COMPLIMENT .&lt;/strong&gt; .     A simple and sincere, "You look great in red," "You did a super job" or     "That was a wonderful meal" can make someone's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;strong&gt;THE GIFT OF A FAVOR . .&lt;/strong&gt;     Every day, go out of your way to do something kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;strong&gt;THE GIFT OF SOLITUDE . .&lt;/strong&gt;     There are times when we want nothing better than to be left alone. Be     sensitive to those times and give the gift of solitude to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) THE GIFT OF A CHEERFUL DISPOSITION . .&lt;/strong&gt;     The easiest way to feel good is to extend a kind word to someone, really it's not that hard to say, Hello or Thank You. Friends are a very rare jewel, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-112488974818411074?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/112488974818411074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=112488974818411074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112488974818411074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112488974818411074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/08/eight-gifts-that-do-not-cost-cent.html' title='Eight Gifts that Do Not Cost A Cent . .'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-112488942516088329</id><published>2005-08-24T18:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-24T18:48:18.863+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is mine ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="gold heart" src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/MissAnthropy/1077072860_sgoldheart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart of Gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/MissAnthropy/quizzes/What%20is%20Your%20Heart%20REALLY%20Made%20of?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What is Your Heart REALLY Made of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-112488942516088329?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/112488942516088329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=112488942516088329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112488942516088329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112488942516088329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-112480791086808059</id><published>2005-08-23T20:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-23T20:08:30.873+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I can guarantee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can guarantee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We'll have tough times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I guarantee that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;at some point one or both of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;will want to get out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;gurantee that if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't ask you to be mine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll regret it for the rest of my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cause I know in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are the only one for me ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-112480791086808059?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/112480791086808059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=112480791086808059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112480791086808059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112480791086808059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-can-guarantee.html' title='I can guarantee'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-112437864792031684</id><published>2005-08-18T20:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:54:07.926+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Is it love ..? Will it be for ever . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Is it love ..? Will it be for ever . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Her sight does make me confident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Her presence does make me nervous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;is it love ..? Will it be for ever..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her day does make my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Her nights do make me lonelyBut, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;is it love..? Will it be for ever..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other flowers do attract me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Other birds do inspire my poemsYet, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;is it love..? Will it be for ever..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waves do rise wonderfully high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but my castle is yet dryYet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;is it love..? Will it be for ever..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I wait, until one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;something in me would answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Yes, this is love &amp; it will be for ever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will the wait be too long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;until someday I would realize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the loss was love &amp;amp; it would have been FOREVER . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-112437864792031684?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/112437864792031684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=112437864792031684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112437864792031684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112437864792031684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/08/is-it-love-will-it-be-for-ever.html' title='Is it love ..? Will it be for ever . .'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-112377201938951469</id><published>2005-08-11T20:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-18T21:02:20.386+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Secret Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Secret Crush . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes entrap me&lt;br /&gt;Every time you're around&lt;br /&gt;I want to let you know&lt;br /&gt;But I can't make a sound&lt;br /&gt;At first I never thought&lt;br /&gt;I could feel this way&lt;br /&gt;But my heart proves me wrong&lt;br /&gt;Each and every day&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get&lt;br /&gt;The courage to let you know&lt;br /&gt;What my feelings are -&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid to show&lt;br /&gt;You're the one for me&lt;br /&gt;But soonI'll let you see . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will wait ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-112377201938951469?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/112377201938951469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=112377201938951469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112377201938951469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/112377201938951469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/08/secret-crush.html' title='Secret Crush'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-111524043677840410</id><published>2005-05-05T02:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-05-05T02:30:36.820+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tree, Leaf, Wind &amp; Love . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Tree, Leaf, Wind &amp; Love . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;People  call me "Tree".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;I had dated 5 girls  when I was in Pre-U. There is one girl who I love a&lt;br /&gt;lot but never dared to go  after. She didn't have a pretty face, good&lt;br /&gt;figure or an outstanding charm.  She was just a very ordinary girl. I&lt;br /&gt;liked her. I really liked her. I liked  her innocence, her frankness, her&lt;br /&gt;intelligence and her fragility. Reason for  not going after her was that&lt;br /&gt;I felt somebody so ordinary like her was not a  good match for me. I was&lt;br /&gt;also afraid that after we were together all the  feelings would vanish. I&lt;br /&gt;was also afraid other's gossip would hurt her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;I felt that if she  were my girl, she'd be mine ultimately &amp; I didn't&lt;br /&gt;have to give up  everything just for her. The last reason, made her&lt;br /&gt;accompanying me for 3  years. She watched me chase other girls, and I&lt;br /&gt;have made her heart cry for 3  years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;She was a good  actor, and me a demanding director. When I kissed my&lt;br /&gt;second girlfriend, she  bumped into us. She was embarrassed but smiled &amp;&lt;br /&gt;said, "Go on!" before  running off. The next day, her eyes were swollen&lt;br /&gt;like a walnut. I did not  want to know what caused her to cry. Later that&lt;br /&gt;day, I returned from soccer  training to get something &amp;amp; watched her cry&lt;br /&gt;in the classroom for an hour  or so. My fourth girlfriend did not like&lt;br /&gt;her. There was once when both of  them quarreled. I know that based on&lt;br /&gt;her character she is not the type that  will start the quarrel. However,&lt;br /&gt;I still sided my girlfriend. I shouted at  her &amp; ignored her feelings and&lt;br /&gt;walked off with my girlfriend. The next  day, she was laughing &amp;amp; joking&lt;br /&gt;with me like nothing happened. I know she  was hurt but she did not know&lt;br /&gt;deep down inside I was hurt  too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;When I broke up with  my fifth girlfriend, I asked her out. Later that&lt;br /&gt;day, I told her I had  something to tell her. I told her about my break&lt;br /&gt;up. Coincidentally, she has  something to tell me too, about her getting&lt;br /&gt;together..&lt;br /&gt;I knew who the  person was. His pursuit for her had been the talk of the&lt;br /&gt;School. I did not  show her my heartache, just smiles &amp; best wishes. Once&lt;br /&gt;I reached home, I  could not breathe. Tears rolled &amp;amp; I broke down. How&lt;br /&gt;many times have I  seen her cry for the man who did not acknowledge  her&lt;br /&gt;presence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;During graduation, I  read a SMS in my mobile. It said, "Leaf's departure is&lt;br /&gt;because of Wind's  pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leaf..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;People call me  Leaf..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;During the 3 years  of Pre-U, I was on very close terms with a guy as&lt;br /&gt;buddy kind. However, when  he had his first girlfriend, I learnt a&lt;br /&gt;feeling I never should have learnt -  Jealousy. Sourness to the extreme&lt;br /&gt;limit. They were only together for 2  months. When they broke up, I hide&lt;br /&gt;my happiness. But after a month, he got  together with another girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;I liked him &amp; I  know he liked me. But why won't he pursue me? Since he&lt;br /&gt;loves me why he didn't  he make the first move? Whenever he had a new&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend, my heart would  hurt. After some time, I began to suspect&lt;br /&gt;that this was one-sided love. If he  didn't like me, why did he treat me&lt;br /&gt;so well? It's beyond what you will  normally do for a friend. I know his&lt;br /&gt;likes, his habits. But his feelings  towards me I can never figure out.&lt;br /&gt;You can't expect me a girl, to ask him. &lt;br /&gt;Despite that, I still wanted to be by his side. Care for him,  accompany&lt;br /&gt;him, and love him. Hoping that one day, he will come to love me.  Because&lt;br /&gt;of this, I waited for him. Sometimes, I wondered if I should  continue&lt;br /&gt;waiting. The pain, the dilemma accompanied me for 3  years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;At the end of my 3rd  year, a junior pursues me. Everyday he pursues me.&lt;br /&gt;He's like the cool &amp;  gentle wind, trying to blow off a leaf from a tree.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I realized  that I wanted to give this wind a small footing&lt;br /&gt;in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I know the  wind will bring the leaf to a better land. Finally, leaf left&lt;br /&gt;the tree, but  the tree only smiled &amp;amp; didn't ask me to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;Leaf's departure is  because of Wind's pursuit. Or cause Tree didn't ask&lt;br /&gt;her to  stay..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;Wind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;People  call me Wind..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I  like a girl called leaf. Because she's so dependent on tree,&lt;br /&gt;so I have to be  a gust wind. A wind that will blow her away. When I&lt;br /&gt;first met her, it was 1  month after I was transferred to this new&lt;br /&gt;school. I saw a petite person  looking at my seniors &amp; me playing&lt;br /&gt;soccer. During ECA time, she will  always be sitting there. Be it alone&lt;br /&gt;or with her friends, looking at him. &lt;br /&gt;When he talks with girls, there's jealousy in her eyes. When he looked&lt;br /&gt;at  her, there's a smile in her eyes. Looking at her became my habit.&lt;br /&gt;Just like,  she likes to look at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;One day, she didn't  appear. I felt something missing. I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;the feeling except it's a  kind of uneasiness. The senior was also not&lt;br /&gt;there as well. I went to their  classroom, hid outside and saw my senior&lt;br /&gt;scolding her.&lt;br /&gt;Tears were in her  eyes while he left. The next day, I saw her at her&lt;br /&gt;usual place, looking at  him. I walked over and smiled to her. Took out a&lt;br /&gt;note &amp; gave to her. She  was surprised. She looked at me, smiled &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;accepts the note.&lt;br /&gt;The next  day, she appeared &amp; passes me a note and left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;It read, "Leaf's  heart is too heavy and wind couldn't blow her away.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;"It's not that leaf  heart is too heavy. It because leaf never want to&lt;br /&gt;leave tree." I replied her  note with this statement and slowly she&lt;br /&gt;started to talk to me &amp; accept my  presents &amp;amp; phone calls. I know that&lt;br /&gt;the person she loves is not me. But I  have this perseverance that one&lt;br /&gt;day I will make her like me.&lt;br /&gt;Within 4  months, I have declared my love for her no less than 20 times.&lt;br /&gt;Every time,  she will divert away from the topic. But I never give up. If&lt;br /&gt;I decide I want  her to be mine, I will definitely use all means to win&lt;br /&gt;her over. I can't  remember how many times I have declared my love to&lt;br /&gt;her. Although I know, she  will try to divert but I still bear a small&lt;br /&gt;ray of hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;Hoping that she will  agree to be my girlfriend. I didn't hear any reply&lt;br /&gt;from her over the phone. I  asked, "What are you doing? How come you&lt;br /&gt;didn't want to reply?" She said,  "I'm nodding my head". "Ah?" I could&lt;br /&gt;n't believe my ears.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm nodding my  head" She replied loudly. I hang up the phone, quickly&lt;br /&gt;changed and took a  taxi and rush to her place &amp; press her doorbell.&lt;br /&gt;During the moment when  she opens the door, I hugged her tightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;Leaf departure is  because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask&lt;br /&gt;herto  stay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moral..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;In love, we win very  rarely, but when love is true, even if you lose,&lt;br /&gt;you still win just for  having the tingle of loving someone more than you&lt;br /&gt;love  yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;There comes a time  when we stop loving someone, not because that person&lt;br /&gt;has stopped loving us  but because we have found out that, they'd be&lt;br /&gt;happier if we let  go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;Why do we close our  eyes when we sleep? When we cry? When we imagine?&lt;br /&gt;When we  kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;This is because THE  MOST BEAUTIFUL THINGS IN THE WORLD ARE UNSEEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;There are things  that we never want to let go of, people we never want&lt;br /&gt;to leave behind, but  keep in mind that letting go isn't the end of the&lt;br /&gt;world. It's the beginning  of a new life. Happiness lies for those who cry those&lt;br /&gt;who hurt, those who  have searched and those who have tried. For only&lt;br /&gt;they can appreciate the  importance of the people who have touched our&lt;br /&gt;lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;A great love? It's  when you shed tears and still you care for them, it's&lt;br /&gt;when they ignore you  and still you long for them. It's when they begin&lt;br /&gt;to love another and yet you  smile and say, "I'm happy for you." If love&lt;br /&gt;fails, set yourself free, let  your heart spread its wings and fly again.&lt;br /&gt;Remember you may find love and  lose it, but when love dies, you never&lt;br /&gt;have to die with  it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;The strongest people  are not those who always win but those who stand&lt;br /&gt;back up when they fall.  Somehow, along the course of life, you learn&lt;br /&gt;about yourself and realize that  there should never be regrets, only a&lt;br /&gt;lifelong appreciation of the choices  you've made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;Loving is not how  you forget but how you forgive, not how you listen but&lt;br /&gt;how you understand,  not what you see but how you feel, and not how you&lt;br /&gt;let go but how you hold  on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;It's more dangerous  to weep inwardly rather than outwardly. Outward&lt;br /&gt;tears can be wiped away while  secret tears scar forever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black;"&gt;It's best to wait  for the one you want than settle for one that's&lt;br /&gt;available. It's best to wait  for the right one because life is too short to waste&lt;br /&gt;on just someone . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-111524043677840410?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/111524043677840410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=111524043677840410' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/111524043677840410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/111524043677840410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/05/tree-leaf-wind-love.html' title='Tree, Leaf, Wind &amp; Love . . .'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-111473697059915545</id><published>2005-04-29T06:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-18T21:01:37.383+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Unseen . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Unseen . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tears my heart in two&lt;br /&gt;not being able to tell you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;when you are with me,&lt;br /&gt;and the love I feel, which you can't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit across the table from you,&lt;br /&gt;Breathing the aura of your life,&lt;br /&gt;Who would have known of a love so strong&lt;br /&gt;That would surpass the eternity of this life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I could never touch you, hold you,;And love you the way I want to,&lt;br /&gt;I still smile sad tears that fall&lt;br /&gt;Slowly down my heart.A&lt;br /&gt;s you walk away from the love,&lt;br /&gt;You never knew to look for the soul mate&lt;br /&gt;I could have been to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I linger a while and watch you pass me by.&lt;br /&gt;I realize you would never love me,&lt;br /&gt;And I watch my heart break down and die.&lt;br /&gt;My soul mate it is you..&lt;br /&gt;if only you knew . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-111473697059915545?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/111473697059915545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=111473697059915545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/111473697059915545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/111473697059915545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/04/unseen.html' title='Unseen . . .'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-111413894263346723</id><published>2005-04-22T08:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-22T08:32:40.016+05:30</updated><title type='text'>And Forgive Me . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Forgive Me . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You forgive me for liking you too much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for not liking me enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forgive me for missing you so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for being so cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forgive me for the loud racing of my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for not hearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forgive me for playing your games,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for toying with my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forgive me for finding you so attractive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for not noticing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forgive me for raising you up so high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for bringing me down so low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forgive me for wanting to be with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for avoiding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forgive me for being so pathetic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for taking advantage of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forgive me for not being able to let go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for never having latched on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forgive me for having hopes and dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for crushing them . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Aint this so much true ... dont we all sometimes feel like that ... i don't know about others but i have felt this way many a times ... somtimes one simply understands the things .. even when they are unsaid ... Love u my Friends :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Kshitij&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-111413894263346723?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/111413894263346723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=111413894263346723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/111413894263346723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/111413894263346723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/04/and-forgive-me.html' title='And Forgive Me . .'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-110677423018667296</id><published>2005-01-27T02:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-27T02:47:10.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I was waiting . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was waiting, waiting and waiting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;throughout sweet teens..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;till I passed twenties.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;mid thirties..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;with a beautiful heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;over filled with pure lovedreaming of walking along..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;moonlit beeches.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;holding your armdreaming of getting lost inmist covered plains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.dreaming of sleeping every night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;wrapped in your warmth dreaming of waking up each morning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;cherished with your lovedreaming of how hard it would be to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;spend the rest of the dayaway from you and your love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;till I see you at the end of the each daydreaming of how I would share..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;everything in life with you dreaming of how I would sit by you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;so close to your heartdiscussing with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;every detail in life..listening to your loving, caring words..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;dreaming  that..there will be somebody to rely on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;whatever comes in my way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;dreaming that I'd never be alone and helpless..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but where are you hiding..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;far or near..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;how long I'm being waiting and waiting for you.. dear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;without offering my heart and soul to anyone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;still with that pure , perfect, undying love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;when I'll meet you..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ever..?never..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm tired now.really, really tired, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;dearI dont know how long I can wait..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;may be I'll die one day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;never ever seeing you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;or your love . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is so True, Someone righty said Good Guys Finish Last !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-110677423018667296?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/110677423018667296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=110677423018667296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/110677423018667296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/110677423018667296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-was-waiting.html' title='I was waiting . . .'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-110672239853721774</id><published>2005-01-26T12:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-26T12:23:18.536+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Never go on appearance</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Never go on appearance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A young man was getting ready to graduate college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.&lt;br /&gt; As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the morning of his graduation his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He then handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Curious, but somewhat disappointed the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible. Angrily, he raised his voice at his father and said, "With all your money you give me a Bible?" and stormed out of the house, leaving the holy book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his father was very old, and thought perhaps he should go to him. He had not seen him since that graduation day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and had willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago. With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. As he read those words, a car key dropped from an envelope taped onto the inside back cover of the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words...PAID IN FULL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; How many times do we miss God's blessings because they are not packaged as we expected?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This one is so much touching :) and i guess this can happen simply with any one, Take care Friends - Kshitij&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-110672239853721774?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/110672239853721774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=110672239853721774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/110672239853721774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/110672239853721774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-go-on-appearance.html' title='Never go on appearance'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-110495821438488584</id><published>2005-01-06T02:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-01-06T02:20:14.383+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Never Abandon Your Loved Ones . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Never Abandon Your Loved Ones . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In order to renovate the house, someone in Japan tear open the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese houses normally have a hollow space between the wooden walls. When tearing down the walls, he found that there was a lizard stuck there because a nail from outside hammered into one of its feet. He sees this, feels pity and at the same time curious, as when he checked the nail, it was nailed 10 years ago when the house was first built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened..?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The lizard has survived in such position for 10 years!?!! In a dark wall partition for 10 years without moving, it is impossible and mind boggling. Then he wondered, how this lizard survived for 10 years without moving a single step - since its feet was nailed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he stopped his work and observed the lizard, what has it been doing and what has it been eating? Later, don't know from where appears another lizard, with food in its mouth... AHHH! He was stunned and touched deeply. For the lizard that was stuck by nail, another lizard has been feeding it for the past 10 years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a love, such a beautiful love!! Such love happened even on this tiny creature... What can love do? It can do wonders!! Love can do miracles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine it has been doing it for a tired some 10 yrs, without giving up hope on its partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what a small creature can do that a creature blessed with the brilliant mind can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the technology advances, our access to information become faster and faster. But the distance between human beings, was it getting closer as well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NEVER ABANDON YOUR LOVED ONES. Share this story with everyone that has&lt;br /&gt;touched your life and make you grow and understand and feel more about your \r\nlife. Share it with everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;May everyone be loved... a quote from Cae Hiew: "Love makes your heart young again and magically erase all your wrinkles." So, start loving . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-110495821438488584?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/110495821438488584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=110495821438488584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/110495821438488584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/110495821438488584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-abandon-your-loved-ones.html' title='Never Abandon Your Loved Ones . . .'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-110444192663130354</id><published>2004-12-31T02:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-31T02:55:48.966+05:30</updated><title type='text'>We Have Today . . . Live it .......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We Have Today . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sometimes I think when I'm alone how life can change so fast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We realize so many times that nothing ever lasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;When we are young it seems as if the world will never change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The world just keeps on spinning and our lives don't rearrange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;When I was just a teenager my whole life was ahead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Having fun and living life with nothing yet to dread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yes, I had some problems but I never dwelt on sorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I knew then that everything would work out by tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Then I reached my twenties and I felt that I was grown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I could handle anything in my direction thrown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I had my life ahead of me and nothing in my way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I was so enjoying life in work and also play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Then I reached my thirties and my outlook changed again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Now the world was not so carefree as it once had been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;New responsibilities became a part of life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Caring for a family now my children and my wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Then a new horizon loomed as I reached middle age,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I then paid more attention to the headlines on the page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I was so much more aware of worldly news events,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Middle age awakened me to such a broader sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The carefree life I knew was gone of being worry free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Suddenly it seems that all events affected me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Worry of a world gone mad and worries of myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Worries of a stable life and worries of my health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Worries of the future and just what it all will be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Worries of the ones I love that mean so much to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Worry will not help a thing it only hinders health,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But it seems as I get older I can't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I sit and watch the world that has raced by so fast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I crave to have that carefree youth that I had in my past.&lt;br /&gt;As the years pile up on me they stop me in my tracks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Making me just realize what this old world still lacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It lacks the love of life we had when we were young and free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It lacks the human kindness that we once knew it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So in this world of chaos as we struggle to maintain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;With so many worries it could drive us all insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop to smell the flowers and don't dwell on negative,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Take each day as it comes by and don't forget to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;For if we live in fear and worry thinking of the sorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We will miss the day we have by thinking of tomorrow . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-110444192663130354?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/110444192663130354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Live it .......'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-110129092207655436</id><published>2004-11-24T15:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-24T15:38:42.076+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Successful Relationship . . .</title><content type='html'>A Successful Relationship . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy  was the apple of their eyes. When the boy was around two years  old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late  for work so he asked his wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the  cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot  the matter. The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the  bottle and fascinated by its color, drank it all. It happened to be a  poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child  collapsed the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died.  The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face  her husband. When the distraught father came to the hospital  and saw the dead  child, he looked at his wife and uttered just four  words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What were the four  words?&lt;br /&gt; 2. What is the implication of this  story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down to  read..  &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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER: The husband just said "I Love You Darling" The husband's totally unexpected reaction is proactive behavior. The child is dead. He can never  be brought back to life. There is no point in findingfault  with the mother. Besides, if only he had taken time to keep the bottle  away, this would not happen. No one to be blamed. She had lost her only  child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and  sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.  If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective,  there would be much fewer problems in the world. Take off all your  envies, jealousies, unforgiving attitude, selfishness, and fears. And  you will find things are actually not as difficult as  you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A successful relationship requires falling in love many times with the same person . . . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well this simply was wondefull and superb ... i hope u like it :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-110129092207655436?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/110129092207655436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=110129092207655436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/110129092207655436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/110129092207655436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2004/11/successful-relationship.html' title='A Successful Relationship . . .'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-109690429407883438</id><published>2004-10-04T21:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-04T21:08:14.076+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE DONKEY</title><content type='html'>One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal criedpiteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do.Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to becovered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He invited all his neighbours to come over and help him. They allgrabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, thedonkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, toeveryone's amazement he quieted down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. Hewas astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit hisback, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off andtake a step up.As the farmer's neighbours continued to shovel dirt on top of theanimal, he would shake it off and take a step up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon, everyonewas amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well andhappily trotted off!Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick togetting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each ofour troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out of the deepest wellsjust by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the five simple rules to be happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.&lt;br /&gt;2. Free your mind from worries - Most never happen.&lt;br /&gt;3. Live simply and appreciate what you have.&lt;br /&gt;4. Give more.&lt;br /&gt;5. Expect lessNOW --------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a good Donkey and send it across to all the donkeys youKnow.... Think like a donkey.....does this make sense....If you think'no' than something is wrong with your senses.....You have two choices...smile and close this page, or pass this along tosomeone else to spread the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-109690429407883438?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/109690429407883438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=109690429407883438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/109690429407883438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/109690429407883438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2004/10/donkey.html' title='THE DONKEY'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-109680341110577774</id><published>2004-10-03T17:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-03T17:06:51.106+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Very Good Lesson in Life  </title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jerry is the manager of a restaurant. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would always reply, "If I were any better, I would be twins!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the waiters at his restaurant quit their jobs when he changed jobs, so they could follow him around from restaurant to restaurant. The reason the waiters followed Jerry was because of his attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, Jerry was always there, telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and asked him, "I don't get it! No one can be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, I have two choices today. I can choose to be in a good mood or I can choose to be in a bad mood. I always choose to be in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can choose to learn from it. I always choose to learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But it's not always that easy," I protested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, it is," Jerry said "Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or a bad mood. It's your choice how you live your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years later, I heard that Jerry left the back door of his restaurant open one morning, and was robbed by three armed men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While trying to open the safe, his hand, shaking from nervousness slipped off the combination. The robbers panicked and shot him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, Jerry was found quickly and rushed to the hospital. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, jerry was released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still in his body. I saw Jerry about six months after the accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins. Want to see my scars?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place. "The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked the back door,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry replied. "Then, after they shot me, as I lay on the floor, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or choose to die. I chose to live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Weren't you scared?" I asked. Jerry continued, "The paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the Emergency Room and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read 'He's a dead man.' I knew I needed to take action."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you do?" I asked. "Well, there was a big nurse shouting questions at me," said Jerry. "She asked if I was allergic to anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes,' I replied. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Bullets!' Over their laughter, I told them, 'I am choosing to live. Please operate on me as if I am alive, not dead'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day you have the choice to either enjoy your life or to hate it.&lt;br /&gt; The only thing that is truly yours that no one can control or take from you - is your attitude, so if you can take care of that, everything else in life becomes much easier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-109680341110577774?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/109680341110577774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=109680341110577774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/109680341110577774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/109680341110577774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2004/10/very-good-lesson-in-life.html' title='A Very Good Lesson in Life  '/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-109497956811849722</id><published>2004-09-12T14:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-12T14:29:28.116+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Smile !!!</title><content type='html'>You catch it like the flu,&lt;br /&gt;When someone smiled at me today,&lt;br /&gt;I started smiling, too.&lt;br /&gt;I thought about that smile&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized its worth,&lt;br /&gt;A single smile, just like mine&lt;br /&gt;Could travel round the earth.&lt;br /&gt;I passed around the corner&lt;br /&gt;And someone saw my grin&lt;br /&gt;When he smiled I realized&lt;br /&gt;I'd passed it on to him.&lt;br /&gt;So, if you feel a smile begin,&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave it undetected&lt;br /&gt;Let's start an epidemic quick,&lt;br /&gt;And get the world infected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-109497956811849722?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/109497956811849722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=109497956811849722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/109497956811849722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/109497956811849722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2004/09/smile.html' title='Smile !!!'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-109051106851503279</id><published>2004-07-22T21:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-07-22T21:14:28.516+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Perfection is a misconception</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A water bearer in China had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck.. One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After 2 years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself, and because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house." The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral:&lt;/strong&gt; Each of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are, and look for the good in them. Blessings to all my crackpot friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-109051106851503279?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/109051106851503279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=109051106851503279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/109051106851503279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/109051106851503279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2004/07/perfection-is-misconception.html' title='Perfection is a misconception'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-109051139888674380</id><published>2004-07-22T21:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-07-22T21:19:58.886+05:30</updated><title type='text'>As I've Matured.</title><content type='html'>I've learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in... &lt;br /&gt;I've learned that one good turn gets most of the blankets. &lt;br /&gt;I've learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just jackasses. I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it. &lt;br /&gt;I've learned that whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed. &lt;br /&gt;I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others - they are more screwed up than you think. &lt;br /&gt;I've learned that depression is merely anger without enthusiasm. I've learned that it is not what you wear; it is how you take it off. &lt;br /&gt;I've learned that you can keep vomiting long after you think you're finished. &lt;br /&gt;I've learned to not sweat the petty things, and not pet the sweaty things. &lt;br /&gt;I've learned age is a very high price to pay for maturity. I've learned that I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, unless we are celebrities. &lt;br /&gt;I've learned that artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity. &lt;br /&gt;I've learned that 99% of the time when something isn't working in your house, one of your kids did it &lt;br /&gt;I've learned that there is a fine line between genius and insanity. &lt;br /&gt;I've learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon and all the less important ones just never go away. And the real pains in the ass are permanent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-109051139888674380?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/109051139888674380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=109051139888674380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/109051139888674380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/109051139888674380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2004/07/as-ive-matured.html' title='As I&apos;ve Matured.'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-108988591737193657</id><published>2004-07-15T15:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-07-15T15:35:17.370+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Road to Sucess ........................</title><content type='html'>The road to success is not straight.&lt;br /&gt;There is a curve called Failure,&lt;br /&gt;a loop called Confusion, &lt;br /&gt;speed bumps called Friends, &lt;br /&gt;red lights called Enemies, &lt;br /&gt;caution lights called Family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will have flats called Jobs. &lt;br /&gt;But, if you have a spare called Determination, &lt;br /&gt;an engine called Perseverance, &lt;br /&gt;insurance called Faith, &lt;br /&gt;you will make it to a place called Success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-108988591737193657?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/108988591737193657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=108988591737193657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108988591737193657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108988591737193657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2004/07/road-to-sucess.html' title='The Road to Sucess ........................'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-108988124885968917</id><published>2004-07-15T14:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-07-15T14:17:28.860+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Remember Good Times, Forget the bad ones ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Always Have A Dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the days when it is cloudy,&lt;br /&gt;But don't forget your hours in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the times you've been defeated,&lt;br /&gt;But don't forget the victories you've won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the mistakes that you can't change now,&lt;br /&gt;But don't forget the lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the misfortunes you've encountered,&lt;br /&gt;But don't forget the times your luck has turned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the days when you have been lonely,&lt;br /&gt;But don't forget the friendly smiles you've seen.&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the plans that didn't seem to work out right,&lt;br /&gt;But don't forget to always have a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-108988124885968917?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/108988124885968917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=108988124885968917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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feel,&lt;br /&gt;but even harder to explain it's real. &lt;br /&gt;It hurts so much to hear that person say,&lt;br /&gt;Im wrong to feel this way,&lt;br /&gt;What can I do? What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;To make you understand how I feel about you each and everyday,&lt;br /&gt;Is it that my heart skips a beat everytime you pass or how the&lt;br /&gt;walls around the heart came down with just a glance.&lt;br /&gt;I toss and turn all night in bed,&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of you running through my head&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say to prove that it's real&lt;br /&gt;Words cant express the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;Just hold my hand and look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;If you see tears falling to the floor then you know&lt;br /&gt;It's meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;that I really do love you . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-108927684113155422?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/108927684113155422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=108927684113155422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108927684113155422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108927684113155422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2004/07/feelings.html' title='Feelings ....'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-108891053729602212</id><published>2004-07-04T08:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-07-04T08:38:57.296+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It's Okay To Say Goodbye . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's Okay To Say Goodbye . . .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can truly understand&lt;br /&gt;if things have gone astray&lt;br /&gt;but please love me enough&lt;br /&gt;to tell me to be on my way&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;the hurt will mend in time&lt;br /&gt;but thinking I'm a burden&lt;br /&gt;would only be a crime&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Maybe the feelings are not the same&lt;br /&gt;or things are getting boring&lt;br /&gt;maybe you want to have some fun&lt;br /&gt;going out and do some exploring&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My love, there's nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;to change the way you feel&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know within my heart&lt;br /&gt;that what we had was real&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You were my most precious gift&lt;br /&gt;something I'd cherish forever&lt;br /&gt;the most fantastic friendship&lt;br /&gt;that I'd never want to sever&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Be happy for the time we had&lt;br /&gt;of all the good we felt&lt;br /&gt;fate may have other plans&lt;br /&gt;for the cards that we were dealt&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I will love you always&lt;br /&gt;in my heart you'll always be&lt;br /&gt;because you were the only one&lt;br /&gt;to see the real me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Love, for everything&lt;br /&gt;that sweetness in your voice&lt;br /&gt;for allowing me to be who I am&lt;br /&gt;and for giving me the choice . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-108891053729602212?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/108891053729602212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=108891053729602212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108891053729602212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108891053729602212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-okay-to-say-goodbye.html' title='It&apos;s Okay To Say Goodbye . . .'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-108878751501645523</id><published>2004-07-02T22:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-07-02T22:28:35.016+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Triple Filter Friendship Test . . . </title><content type='html'>In ancient Greece, scholar and intellectual, Dr. Socrates was reputed to hold knowledge in high esteem. One day an acquaintance met the great philosopher and said, "Do you know what I just heard about one of your friend?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hold on a minute," Dr. Socrates replied. "Before telling me anything I'd like you to pass a little test. It's called the Triple Filter Test." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Triple filter?" asked the man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right," Dr. Socrates continued. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Before you talk to me about my friend, it might be a good idea to take a moment and filter what you're going to say. That's why I call it the triple filter test. The first filter is Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," the man said, "actually I just heard about it and wanted to tell it to you"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"All right," said Socrates. "So you don't really know if it's true or not. Now let's try the second filter, the filter of goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about my friend something good?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, on the contrary, it is bad " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So," Socrates continued, "you want to tell me something bad about him, but you're not certain it's true. You may still pass the test though, Because there's one filter left: the filter of usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about my friend going to be useful to me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, not really." Replied the man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," concluded Dr. Socrates, if what you want to tell me is neither true, nor good, and nor even useful to me, why tell it to me at all . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-108878751501645523?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/108878751501645523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=108878751501645523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108878751501645523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108878751501645523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2004/07/triple-filter-friendship-test.html' title='The Triple Filter Friendship Test . . . '/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-108841922924783508</id><published>2004-06-28T16:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-28T16:10:29.246+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Smile and Spread Smile !!!</title><content type='html'>Smile! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling is infectious, &lt;br /&gt;You catch it like the flu. &lt;br /&gt;When someone smiled at me today, &lt;br /&gt;I started smiling too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed around the corner, &lt;br /&gt;and someone saw my grin. &lt;br /&gt;When he smiled I realized, &lt;br /&gt;I'd passed it on to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about that smile, &lt;br /&gt;then I realized its worth. &lt;br /&gt;A single smile just like mine, &lt;br /&gt;could travel around the earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you feel a smile begin, &lt;br /&gt;don't leave it undetected. &lt;br /&gt;Let's start an epidemic quick, &lt;br /&gt;and get the world infected! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-108841922924783508?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/108841922924783508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=108841922924783508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108841922924783508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108841922924783508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2004/06/smile-and-spread-smile.html' title='Smile and Spread Smile !!!'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-108833774388022668</id><published>2004-06-27T17:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-27T17:32:23.880+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Real True Friend </title><content type='html'>A Real True Friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could take a minute &lt;br /&gt;To help you understand &lt;br /&gt;I am a better person &lt;br /&gt;Because you are my friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it really doesnt matter &lt;br /&gt;If we're together or apart &lt;br /&gt;For I swept you up into my hands &lt;br /&gt;And placed you in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if at any moment &lt;br /&gt;You ever start to doubt &lt;br /&gt;There's a special bond between us &lt;br /&gt;That I can't live without. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You truly are the answers &lt;br /&gt;To many of my prayers &lt;br /&gt;When I told God I needed &lt;br /&gt;Someone who really cares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to stand beside me &lt;br /&gt;To help comfort and to cope &lt;br /&gt;To remind me that there's always &lt;br /&gt;Some room for one to hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've helped me through some things &lt;br /&gt;That no one could help me through &lt;br /&gt;I never knew what friendship was &lt;br /&gt;Untill i first met you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if i had one wish &lt;br /&gt;it would surely be &lt;br /&gt;That God would keep you in my life &lt;br /&gt;Throughout all eternity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I hope you realize &lt;br /&gt;Just how much you mean to me &lt;br /&gt;You are the definition &lt;br /&gt;O what a real, true friend should be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-108833774388022668?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/108833774388022668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=108833774388022668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108833774388022668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108833774388022668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2004/06/real-true-friend.html' title='A Real True Friend '/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-108833767316413547</id><published>2004-06-27T17:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-27T17:31:13.163+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I'll Always Be There</title><content type='html'>What would you do if every time you fell in love with someone you had to say good-bye?  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;What would you do if every time you wanted someone they would never be there?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if for every moment you were truly happy there would be 10 moments of sadness?  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if your best friend died tomorrow and you never got to tell them how you felt? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just wanted to say, even if I never talk to you again in my life, you are special to me and you have made a difference in my life.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up to you, respect you, and truly cherish you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send this to all your friends, no matter how often you talk, or how close you are, and send it to the person who sent it to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let old friends know you haven't forgotten them, and tell new friends you never will.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, everyone needs a friend, someday you might feel like you have NO FRIENDS at all, just remember this e-mail and take comfort in knowing somebody out there cares about you and always will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll Always Be There&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times of trouble, &lt;br /&gt;In times of need, &lt;br /&gt;If you are feeling SAD, &lt;br /&gt;You can count on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give you a wink, &lt;br /&gt;Until you smile, &lt;br /&gt;give you a hug, &lt;br /&gt;And stand by your side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you till the end, &lt;br /&gt;I'll always and forever, be your friend!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-108833767316413547?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/108833767316413547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=108833767316413547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108833767316413547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108833767316413547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2004/06/ill-always-be-there.html' title='I&apos;ll Always Be There'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-108819011623974532</id><published>2004-06-26T00:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-27T17:19:50.256+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Good Luck Everbody !!!</title><content type='html'>As I was walking down life's highway many years ago I came upon a sign that read &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavens Grocery Store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got a little closer the doors swung open wide &lt;br /&gt;And when I came to myself I was standing  inside. &lt;br /&gt;I saw a host of angels. They were standing everywhere &lt;br /&gt;One handed me a  basket And said "My  child shop with care." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything a human needed was in that grocery store &lt;br /&gt;And what you  could not carry you could come back for more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I got some Patience. Love was in that same row. &lt;br /&gt;Further down was Understanding,You need that everywhere you go. &lt;br /&gt;I got a box or two of Wisdom And Faith a bag or two. &lt;br /&gt;And Charity of course I would need some of that too. &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't miss the Holy Ghost It was all over the place. &lt;br /&gt;And then some Strength And Courage to help me run this race. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My basket was getting full but I remembered I needed Grace, &lt;br /&gt;And then I chose Salvation for Salvation was for free &lt;br /&gt;I tried to get enough of that to do For you and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started to the counter to pay my grocery  bill, &lt;br /&gt;For I thought I had everything To do the Masters will. &lt;br /&gt;As I went up the aisle I saw Prayer and put that in, &lt;br /&gt;For I knew when I stepped outside I would run into sin. &lt;br /&gt;Peace and Joy were plentiful, The last things on the shelf. &lt;br /&gt;Song and Praise were hanging near So I just helped myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said to the angel "Now how much do I owe?" &lt;br /&gt;He smiled and said "Just take them everywhere you go." &lt;br /&gt;Again I asked "Really now,How much do I owe?" &lt;br /&gt;"My child" he said, "God paid your bill a long long time ago." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem has  been sent to you with love and for good luck. &lt;br /&gt;The luck has now come to you and you will receive good luck.&lt;br /&gt;As this message has no price. Do send it on to someone who Needs good luck. &lt;br /&gt;Of course, good luck Is just another way of saying blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-108819011623974532?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/108819011623974532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=108819011623974532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108819011623974532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108819011623974532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2004/06/good-luck-everbody.html' title='Good Luck Everbody !!!'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-108818932262237850</id><published>2004-06-26T00:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-26T00:18:42.623+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Worst then dying ...... </title><content type='html'>The greatest pain in life is not to die, but to be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;To lose the person you love so much to another who doesn't care at all.&lt;br /&gt;To have someone you care so about so much throw a party...and not tell you about it.&lt;br /&gt;When your favorite person on earth neglects to invite you to his graduation.&lt;br /&gt;To have people think that you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;The greatest pain in life, is not to die, but to be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;To be left in the dust after another's great achievement.&lt;br /&gt;To never get a call from a friend, just saying "hi".&lt;br /&gt;When you show someone your innermost thoughts and they laugh in your face.&lt;br /&gt;For friends to always be too busy to console you when you need someone to lift your spirits.&lt;br /&gt;When it seems like the only person who cares about you, is you.&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of pain, but does it ever get better?&lt;br /&gt;Will people ever care about each other, and make time for those who are in need?&lt;br /&gt;Each of us has a part to play in this great show we call life.&lt;br /&gt;Each of us has a duty to mankind to tell our friends we love them.&lt;br /&gt;If you do not care about your friends you will not be punished.&lt;br /&gt;You will simply be ignored... forgotten... as you have done to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem was written by a young girl who committed suicide.Perhaps if the people surrounding her had shown a little more love, and had paid more attention to her, her death could have been prevented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that when going through life, you can't judge a sad, lonely, or suicidal person by their facial expression. You need to get to know each person you come in contact with, cherish your friendship with them, and show them that you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all know I'm always here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-108818932262237850?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/108818932262237850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=108818932262237850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108818932262237850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108818932262237850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2004/06/worst-then-dying.html' title='Worst then dying ...... '/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-108767480006845222</id><published>2004-06-20T01:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-20T01:23:20.066+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gone are the Days When .................</title><content type='html'>Gone are the days when we used to talk for hours with our friends. &lt;br /&gt;Now we don't have time to say a HI. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days when we played games on the road. &lt;br /&gt;Now we code on the road with laptop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days when we stood to watch birds. &lt;br /&gt;Now we see and hear them in mpeg files. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days when we saw stars shining at night. &lt;br /&gt;Now we see stars when our code doesn't work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days when we sat to chat with friends on grounds. &lt;br /&gt;Now we chat in chat rooms..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days where we studied just to pass. &lt;br /&gt;Now we study to save our job &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days where we had no money in our pockets and fun filled on our hearts &lt;br /&gt;Now we have the atm as well as credit card but with an empty heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days where we shouted on the road. &lt;br /&gt;Now we dont shout even at home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days where we got lectures from all. &lt;br /&gt;Now we give lectures to all... like the one I'm doing now.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-108767480006845222?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/108767480006845222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=108767480006845222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108767480006845222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108767480006845222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2004/06/gone-are-days-when.html' title='Gone are the Days When .................'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-108760737588249374</id><published>2004-06-19T06:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-19T06:39:35.883+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To Realize ... few things which we miss and take so lightly .. give it a thought.</title><content type='html'>To realize &lt;br /&gt;The value of a sister &lt;br /&gt;Ask someone &lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't have one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize &lt;br /&gt;The value of ten years: &lt;br /&gt;Ask a newly &lt;br /&gt;Divorced couple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize &lt;br /&gt;The value of four years: &lt;br /&gt;Ask a graduate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize &lt;br /&gt;The value of one year: &lt;br /&gt;Ask a student who &lt;br /&gt;Has failed a final exam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize &lt;br /&gt;The value of one month: &lt;br /&gt;Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize &lt;br /&gt;The value of one week: &lt;br /&gt;Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize &lt;br /&gt;The value of one hour: &lt;br /&gt;Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize &lt;br /&gt;The value of one minute: &lt;br /&gt;Ask a person who has missed the train, bus or plane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize &lt;br /&gt;The value of one-second: &lt;br /&gt;Ask a person who has survived an accident. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize &lt;br /&gt;The value of one millisecond: &lt;br /&gt;Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have. &lt;br /&gt;You will treasure it even more when you can share it with someone special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realize the value of a friend: &lt;br /&gt;Lose one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-108760737588249374?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/108760737588249374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=108760737588249374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108760737588249374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108760737588249374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2004/06/to-realize-few-things-which-we-miss.html' title='To Realize ... few things which we miss and take so lightly .. give it a thought.'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-108744548267575602</id><published>2004-06-17T09:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-17T09:41:22.676+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine and Rain</title><content type='html'>No Life is useless and no day is vain,&lt;br /&gt;For God has a purpose for sunshine and rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All are discouraged and everyone cries&lt;br /&gt;But we're never alone beneath cloudy skies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hearts can break... they're fragile as glass&lt;br /&gt;But God will mend them, and this too shall pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we succeed, and sometimes we fail&lt;br /&gt;So follow your dream whatever the trail,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For no one's a loser, who gives it his best,&lt;br /&gt;And you can stand tall above all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are faithful are noble at heart,&lt;br /&gt;And no life is useless when God has a part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be swift to give praises and slow to complain....&lt;br /&gt;God has a purpose for sunshine and rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-108744548267575602?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/108744548267575602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=108744548267575602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108744548267575602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108744548267575602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2004/06/sunshine-and-rain.html' title='Sunshine and Rain'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-108738925519427622</id><published>2004-06-16T18:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-16T18:04:15.193+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Remember .... "Love is Eternal" ..........</title><content type='html'>                                &lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived; happiness, sadness, knowledge, and all the others, including love. One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave. Love was the only one that stayed.  She wanted to preserve the island paradise until the last possible moment. When the island was almost totally under, love decided it was time to leave.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began looking for someone to ask for help.  Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat.  Love asked, "Richness, Can I come with you on your boat?" Richness answered, "I'm sorry, but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere." Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a beautiful vessel.  Love cried out, "Vanity, help me please." "I can't help you", Vanity said, "You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat." Next, Love saw Sadness passing by.  Love said, "Sadness, please let me go with you." Sadness answered,"Love, I'm sorry, but, I just need to be alone now." Then, Love saw Happiness.  Love cried out, "Happiness, please take me with you." But Happiness was so overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love began to cry.  Then, she heard a voice say, "Come Love, I will take you with me." It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name. When they arrived on land the elder went on his way. Love realized how much she owed the elder. Love then found Knowledge and asked, "Who was it that helped me?" "It was &lt;br /&gt;Time", Knowledge answered. "But why did Time help me when no one else would?", Love asked. Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity, answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Facts of Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  At least 5 people in this world, love you so much they would die for you.&lt;br /&gt;2.  At least 15 people in this world love you, in some way.&lt;br /&gt;3.  The only reason anyone would ever hate you, is because they want to be just like you.&lt;br /&gt;4.  A smile from you, can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;6.  You mean the world to someone.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Without you, someone may not be living.&lt;br /&gt;8.  You are special and unique, in your own way.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Someone that you don't know even exists, loves you.&lt;br /&gt;10.  When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.&lt;br /&gt;11.  When you think the world has turned it's back on you, take a look, you most likely turned your back on the world.&lt;br /&gt;12.  When you think you have no chance at getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you believe in yourself, you probably sooner or later will get it.&lt;br /&gt;13.  Always remember complements you received, forget about the rude remarks.&lt;br /&gt;14.  Always tell someone how you feel about them, you will feel much better when they know.&lt;br /&gt;15.  If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great. Send this letter to as many people as you care about, you'll brighten up someone's day, and might change their perspective on life, for the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i knew who those five + fifteen people .. are .. i think my family ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave your comments if u can help me with that ..&lt;br /&gt;Kshitij&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-108738925519427622?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/108738925519427622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=108738925519427622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108738925519427622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108738925519427622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2004/06/remember-love-is-eternal.html' title='Remember .... &quot;Love is Eternal&quot; ..........'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-108732010307282582</id><published>2004-06-15T22:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-15T22:51:43.073+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ClassiC DefinitionS &amp; CooL MeaningS ......... Have a Laugh :)</title><content type='html'>1. Lecture : An art of transferring information from the notes of the&lt;br /&gt;lecturer to the notes of the students without passing through "the minds&lt;br /&gt;of either".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Love affairs : Something like cricket where one-day internationals&lt;br /&gt;are more popular than a five day test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Marriage : It's an agreement in which a man loses his bachelor degree&lt;br /&gt;and a woman gains her master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Divorce : Future tense of marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cigarette : A pinch of tobacco rolled in paper with fire at one end &amp;&lt;br /&gt;a fool at the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Conference : The confusion of one man multiplied by the number&lt;br /&gt;present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Compromise : The art of dividing a cake in such a way that everybody&lt;br /&gt;believes he got the biggest piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Tears : The hydraulic force by which masculine will-power is defeated&lt;br /&gt;by feminine water-power ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Dictionary : A place where divorce comes before marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Conference Room : A place where everybody talks, nobody listens &amp;&lt;br /&gt;everybody disagrees later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Ecstasy : A feeling when you feel you are going to feel a feeling&lt;br /&gt;you have never felt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Classic : A book which people praise, but do not read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Smile : A curve that can set a lot of things straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Office : A place where you can relax after your strenuous home&lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Yawn : The only time some married men ever get to open their mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. e.t.c. : A sign to make others believe that you know more than you&lt;br /&gt;actually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Committee: Individuals who can do nothing individually and sit to&lt;br /&gt;decide that nothing can be done together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Experience : The name men give to their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Atom Bomb: An invention to end all inventions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Philosopher : A fool who torments himself during life, to be spoken&lt;br /&gt;of when dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Diplomat : A person who tells you to go to hell in such a way that&lt;br /&gt;you actually look forward to the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Opportunist : A person who starts taking bath if he accidentally&lt;br /&gt;falls into a river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Optimist : A person who while falling from Eiffel Tower says in&lt;br /&gt;midway "See I am not injured yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Pessimist : A person who says that O is the last letter in ZERO,&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the first letter in word OPPORTUNITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Miser : A person who lives poor so that he can die rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Father : A banker provided by nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Criminal : A guy no different from the rest... except that he got&lt;br /&gt;caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Boss : Someone who is early when you are late and late when you are&lt;br /&gt;early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Politician : One who shakes your hand before elections and your&lt;br /&gt;Confidence after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Doctor : A person who kills your ills by pills, and kills you with&lt;br /&gt;his bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-108732010307282582?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/108732010307282582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=108732010307282582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108732010307282582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108732010307282582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2004/06/classic-definitions-cool-meanings-have.html' title='ClassiC DefinitionS &amp; CooL MeaningS ......... Have a Laugh :)'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-108722387088799401</id><published>2004-06-14T20:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-14T20:07:50.886+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Do yourself a favour, tell then when you love them. They won't be there...................Forever.</title><content type='html'> 10 th Grade&lt;br /&gt; As I sat there in English class,&lt;br /&gt; I stared at the girl next to me.&lt;br /&gt; She was my so called 'best friend'.&lt;br /&gt; I stared at her long, silky hair,&lt;br /&gt; and wished she was mine.&lt;br /&gt; But she didn't notice me like that,&lt;br /&gt; and I knew it. After class,&lt;br /&gt; she walked up to me and asked me for&lt;br /&gt; the notes she had missed the day before.&lt;br /&gt; I handed them to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt; I want to tell her, I want her to know&lt;br /&gt; that I don’t want to be just friends,&lt;br /&gt; I love her but I'm just too shy,&lt;br /&gt; and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 11th grade&lt;br /&gt; The phone rang. On the other end,&lt;br /&gt; it was her. She was in tears,&lt;br /&gt; mumbling on and on about how her&lt;br /&gt; love had broke her heart.&lt;br /&gt; She asked me to come over because&lt;br /&gt; she didn't want to be alone,  So I did.&lt;br /&gt; As I sat next to her on the sofa,&lt;br /&gt; I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine.&lt;br /&gt; After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie,&lt;br /&gt; and three bags of chips, she decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt; She looked at me, said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss&lt;br /&gt; on the cheek..&lt;br /&gt; I want to tell her, I want her to know that&lt;br /&gt; I don't want to be just friends,&lt;br /&gt; I love her but I'm just too shy,&lt;br /&gt; and I don’t know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Senior year&lt;br /&gt; One fine day she walked to my locker.&lt;br /&gt; "My date is sick" she said, "hes not gonna go" well,&lt;br /&gt; I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade,&lt;br /&gt; we made a promise that if neither of us had dates,&lt;br /&gt; we would go together just as 'best friends'.&lt;br /&gt; So we did. That night, after everything was over,&lt;br /&gt; I was standing at her front door step.&lt;br /&gt; I stared at her as She smiled at me&lt;br /&gt; and stared at me with her crystal eyes.&lt;br /&gt; Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!"&lt;br /&gt; and gave me a kiss on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt; I want to tell her,&lt;br /&gt; I want her to know&lt;br /&gt; that I don’t want to be just friends,&lt;br /&gt; I love her but I'm just too shy,&lt;br /&gt; and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A day passed, then a week, then a month.&lt;br /&gt; Before I could blink, it was graduation day.&lt;br /&gt; I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel&lt;br /&gt; up on stage to get her diploma.&lt;br /&gt; I wanted her to be mine-but&lt;br /&gt; she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.&lt;br /&gt; Before everyone went home,&lt;br /&gt; she came to me in her smock and hat,&lt;br /&gt; and cried as I hugged her.&lt;br /&gt; Then she lifted her head from my shoulder&lt;br /&gt; and said- 'you're my best friend, thanks' and&lt;br /&gt; gave me a kiss on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt; I want to tell her, I want her to know&lt;br /&gt; that I don’t want to be just friends,&lt;br /&gt; I love her but I'm just too shy,&lt;br /&gt; and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Marriage.&lt;br /&gt; Now I sit in the pews of the church.&lt;br /&gt; That girl is getting married now.&lt;br /&gt; and drive off to her new life,&lt;br /&gt; married to another man.&lt;br /&gt; I wanted her to be mine,&lt;br /&gt; but she didn't see me like that,&lt;br /&gt; and I knew it.&lt;br /&gt; But before she drove away,&lt;br /&gt; she came to me and said 'you came !'.&lt;br /&gt; She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt; I want her to know that&lt;br /&gt; I don't want to be just friends,&lt;br /&gt; I love her but I'm just too shy,&lt;br /&gt; and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Death.&lt;br /&gt; Years passed, I looked down at the coffin&lt;br /&gt; of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'.&lt;br /&gt; At the service, they read a diary entry&lt;br /&gt; she had wrote in her high school years.&lt;br /&gt; This is what it read:&lt;br /&gt; "I stare at him wishing he was mine;&lt;br /&gt; but he doesn't notice me like that,&lt;br /&gt; and I know it. I want to tell him,&lt;br /&gt; I want him to know that&lt;br /&gt; I don't want to be just friends,&lt;br /&gt; I love him but I'm just too shy,&lt;br /&gt; and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt; I wish he would tell me he loved me !&lt;br /&gt; .........'I wish I did too...'&lt;br /&gt; I thought to my self, and I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-108722387088799401?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/108722387088799401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=108722387088799401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108722387088799401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108722387088799401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2004/06/do-yourself-favour-tell-then-when-you.html' title='Do yourself a favour, tell then when you love them. They won&apos;t be there...................Forever.'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-108714616805753097</id><published>2004-06-13T22:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-13T22:46:14.913+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Spread your Heart .... it makes world more beautifull ... remember it can bring smile to someone ... and making someone smile is one of the tougest </title><content type='html'>One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he&lt;br /&gt;had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and&lt;br /&gt;they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw&lt;br /&gt;in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever&lt;br /&gt;seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful&lt;br /&gt;heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your&lt;br /&gt;heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked&lt;br /&gt;at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had&lt;br /&gt;places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't&lt;br /&gt;fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places&lt;br /&gt;there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing. The people stared --&lt;br /&gt;how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You&lt;br /&gt;must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and&lt;br /&gt;yours is a mess of scars and tears." "Yes," said the old man, "yours is perfect&lt;br /&gt;looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a&lt;br /&gt;person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give&lt;br /&gt;it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the&lt;br /&gt;empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough&lt;br /&gt;edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't&lt;br /&gt;returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges -- giving love&lt;br /&gt;is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open,&lt;br /&gt;reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they&lt;br /&gt;may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true&lt;br /&gt;beauty is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up&lt;br /&gt;to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped&lt;br /&gt;a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man&lt;br /&gt;took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old&lt;br /&gt;scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but&lt;br /&gt;not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his&lt;br /&gt;heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the&lt;br /&gt;old man's heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let everyone know each day how much they mean to you, as they may be&lt;br /&gt;gone tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-108714616805753097?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/108714616805753097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=108714616805753097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108714616805753097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108714616805753097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2004/06/spread-your-heart-it-makes-world-more.html' title='Spread your Heart .... it makes world more beautifull ... remember it can bring smile to someone ... and making someone smile is one of the tougest '/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-108706567876785479</id><published>2004-06-13T00:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-13T00:11:18.766+05:30</updated><title type='text'>That is the kind of love I want in my life . . . "Or don't we all"</title><content type='html'>Please leave yr comments :) a great story ... telling what is true love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am, when an elderly&lt;br /&gt;gentleman, in his 80's, presented to have sutures (stitches)&lt;br /&gt;removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he&lt;br /&gt;had an appointment at 9:00 am. I took his vital signs and had him&lt;br /&gt;take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone&lt;br /&gt;would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and&lt;br /&gt;decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate&lt;br /&gt;his wound.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  On exam it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got&lt;br /&gt;the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.&lt;br /&gt;While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he had a doctor's appointment this morning, as he&lt;br /&gt;was in such a hurry.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home&lt;br /&gt;to eat breakfast with his wife. I then inquired as to her health.&lt;br /&gt;He told me that she had been there for awhile and that she was a&lt;br /&gt;victim of Alzheimer Disease. As we talked, and I finished dressing&lt;br /&gt;his wound, I asked if she would be worried if he was a bit late.&lt;br /&gt;He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not&lt;br /&gt;recognized him in five years now.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I was surprised, and asked him. "And you still going every morning,&lt;br /&gt;even though she doesn't know who you are..?"&lt;br /&gt;He smiled as he patted my hand and said..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is . . ."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I had to hold back tears as he left. I had goose bumps on my arm,&lt;br /&gt;and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life."&lt;br /&gt;True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an&lt;br /&gt;acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-108706567876785479?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/108706567876785479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=108706567876785479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108706567876785479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108706567876785479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2004/06/that-is-kind-of-love-i-want-in-my-life.html' title='That is the kind of love I want in my life . . . &quot;Or don&apos;t we all&quot;'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-108698785844863162</id><published>2004-06-12T02:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-12T02:43:19.580+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To Unseen Friends</title><content type='html'>We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens.&lt;br /&gt;We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.&lt;br /&gt;With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze,&lt;br /&gt;Looking for something or someone, as we with in a daze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chat with each other, we type all our woes&lt;br /&gt;Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.&lt;br /&gt;We wait for somebody, to type out our name.&lt;br /&gt;We want recognition, but it is always the same.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt.&lt;br /&gt;In PM's we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.&lt;br /&gt;We do form friendships - but - how, we don't know&lt;br /&gt;But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it on screen that we can be so bold&lt;br /&gt;Telling our secrets, that has never been told.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it we share the thought in our mind&lt;br /&gt;With those we can't see, as though we were blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.&lt;br /&gt;We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.&lt;br /&gt;We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must,&lt;br /&gt;So we turn to the 'putter, and to those we can trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains&lt;br /&gt;They are Friends without Faces, and odd little names . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-108698785844863162?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/108698785844863162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=108698785844863162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108698785844863162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108698785844863162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2004/06/to-unseen-friends.html' title='To Unseen Friends'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-108696165230187382</id><published>2004-06-11T19:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-11T19:17:32.303+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Don't Stop yourself How u feel .... else u may regret it later ...</title><content type='html'>Around the corner I have &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this great city &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that has no end, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the days go by &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and weeks rush on, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it, a year is gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never see my &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old friends face, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For life is a swift &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and terrible race, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows I like him &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as well, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in the days when &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rang his bell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he rang mine if, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were younger then, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we are busy, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of playing a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foolish game, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of trying to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make a name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow" I say! "I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will call on Jim" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just to show that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of him." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow comes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow goes, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And distance between &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us grows and grows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the corner! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet miles away, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here's a telegram &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sir" "Jim died today." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what we &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get and deserve in the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the corner, a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanished friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to always say what you mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone, tell them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to express yourself. Reach out and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell someone what they mean to you. Because when &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you decide that it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the right time it might be too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seize the day. Never have regrets. And most &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;importantly, stay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close to your friends and family, for they have &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helped make you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the person that you are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-108696165230187382?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/108696165230187382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=108696165230187382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108696165230187382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108696165230187382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2004/06/dont-stop-yourself-how-u-feel-else-u.html' title='Don&apos;t Stop yourself How u feel .... else u may regret it later ...'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7272199.post-108690230784651921</id><published>2004-06-11T02:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-06-11T02:48:27.846+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Listin to your Hearts</title><content type='html'>Horror gripped the heart of a World War-I soldier, as he saw his lifelong&lt;br /&gt;friend fall in battle. The soldier asked his Lieutenant if he could go out&lt;br /&gt;to bring his fallen comrade back. "You can go., said the Lieutenant, "but&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it will be worth it. Your friend is probably dead and you&lt;br /&gt;may throw your life away.. The Lieutenant's words didn't matter, and the&lt;br /&gt;soldier went anyway. Miraculously, he managed to reach his friend, hoisted&lt;br /&gt;him onto his shoulder and brought him back to their company's trench. The&lt;br /&gt;officer checked the wounded soldier, and then looked kindly at his friend.&lt;br /&gt;"I told you it wouldn't be worth it,. he said. "Your friend is dead and&lt;br /&gt;you are mortally wounded.. "It was worth it, Sir,. said the soldier. "What&lt;br /&gt;do you mean by worth it?. responded the Lieutenant, "Your friend is dead..&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Sir., the soldier answered, "but it was worth it because when I got&lt;br /&gt;to him, he was still alive and I had the satisfaction of hearing him say,&lt;br /&gt;"Jim... I knew you'd come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times in life, whether a thing is worth doing or not, really depends&lt;br /&gt;on how you look at it. Take up all your courage and do something your&lt;br /&gt;heart tells you to do so that you may not regret not doing it later in&lt;br /&gt;your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7272199-108690230784651921?l=kshitijhinger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/feeds/108690230784651921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7272199&amp;postID=108690230784651921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108690230784651921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7272199/posts/default/108690230784651921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijhinger.blogspot.com/2004/06/listin-to-your-hearts.html' title='Listin to your Hearts'/><author><name>Kshitij</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657586819477570241</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
