<?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-4675607368898671214</id><updated>2011-10-21T13:51:19.555+05:30</updated><category term='weather'/><category term='google+'/><category term='doctor'/><category term='SWINEFLU'/><category term='RTI'/><category term='H1N1'/><category term='business'/><category term='fresh air'/><category term='reality'/><category term='positive'/><category term='exams'/><category term='ipl'/><category term='desires'/><category term='music'/><category term='updates'/><category term='happy'/><category term='Experience'/><category term='satisfaction'/><category term='social issue'/><category term='fb'/><category term='rain'/><category term='trp'/><category term='interview'/><category term='smile'/><category term='yar mila de'/><category term='my space'/><category term='transparency'/><category term='life. fairytale'/><category term='animation'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='internet'/><category term='fresh'/><category term='albela mind'/><category term='LIFE'/><category term='fever'/><category term='marriage aniversary'/><category term='movie review'/><category term='review'/><category term='love'/><category term='health'/><category term='#Engineering #new face of life'/><category term='social network'/><title type='text'>Open Eyes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-3326751866031816968</id><published>2011-10-20T22:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-20T22:10:31.448+05:30</updated><title type='text'>conversation part 2 contd...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Aka X : But me to bhai nahi hoo...:P&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ajkal log social network profile to banate hai but social hona pasand nahi karte. Only one question ? Why are you on social network? &lt;br /&gt;Aka X :nhi social or prsnl m ajkl ek bhut thin line reh gyi hain&amp;nbsp; me use cross krna pasnd nhi karti&lt;br /&gt;Ok lets start something interesting...&lt;br /&gt;Aka X : HMM.. whats interesing and what to do start??&lt;br /&gt;Me :&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;replace me on your place and you on my place and lets talk&lt;br /&gt;Aka X : &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Na ise rehne dete hai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;n wo blog pr jo poem thi wo achi thi..&lt;br /&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;na na muje dekhna hai how you talk with a girl if you were boy&lt;br /&gt;Aka X :&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;wid a grl???? ok lets c start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me :&lt;/b&gt;Yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="content noh" id="id.260452653991814"&gt;but me start nahi karunga ku ki me ladki hoo or&amp;nbsp; ladki kabhi age hoke bat nahi karti :p&lt;br /&gt;Aka X:&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;nhi maine to kiya tha &lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt=":P" class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background-position: -32px 0px;" /&gt; frnd request bejhi ...pic per cmnt bhi kiya..&lt;br /&gt;Me : exception are avialable&lt;br /&gt;Aka X : Thanku :d&lt;br /&gt;Me : Now back to point and start conversation..&lt;br /&gt;Aka X:&amp;nbsp; ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="content noh" id="id.304254092924723"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; hi Aka ...actuly tis is so funny&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yes, I know but &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;dont break we will taste just 5 minutes and will find all answers...what a boy or girl think about each other when they start conversation first time...&lt;br /&gt;Aka x : to y tis is wid me only...&lt;br /&gt;Me : Sari ramayan upar hai why only with you...&lt;br /&gt;Aka X : acha :D&lt;br /&gt;Me : Daat ku nikal rahe ho abhishek&lt;br /&gt;Aka x : aise hi ek jock yaad agya &lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;Me :&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;oh, tum kisi joke se kam ho kya&lt;br /&gt;or Ladke reply karne me itna time nahi lagate..so be fast&lt;br /&gt;Aka X :&amp;nbsp; oh tumhe kaise pata...mujhe kab sun liya tumne ??&lt;br /&gt;Me : Sunna kya hai jagat jahir hai...&lt;br /&gt;Aka X :&amp;nbsp; (main apne ek frnd s bhi chat kar rahi hu)&lt;br /&gt;oh mere jagat main to tumne aj hi entr kiya fir jagat jahir kaise..&lt;br /&gt;Me : acha mene tumhare bare me suna hai and added you in my list..&lt;br /&gt;Aka X : acha vaise kya suna hai mere bare me...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yhi ki tum fb par ladkiya dundh rahe ho...LOL&lt;br /&gt;ku apna time barbad kar rahe ho dude..&lt;br /&gt;Aka X : Are fb to free time me use karte ho time barabd kaisa?&lt;br /&gt;Me : acha but tum to pure din online milte ho jab bhi me online ati hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;or kuch kam dham nahi hai kya tumhe...&lt;br /&gt;Aka X : ha mera office wi fi h to on rakhta hu sare mail ac&lt;br /&gt;Me : acha...aisa kaunsa office hai tumhara..&lt;br /&gt;or office me fb use karte ho ya kam karte ho&lt;br /&gt;Aka X : ajkal sare offices aise hi hote h...e1 houses..dont u know tis??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;online hone ka matlab ye to nhi ki use karta hu&lt;br /&gt;Me : ohh...I dont know it b4 thanx tumne bata diya aaj&lt;br /&gt;Aka X :&amp;nbsp; welcome dear..&lt;br /&gt;Me : acha or kitni ladkiyo ko bewkoof bana chuke ho aisi baate kar karke..&lt;br /&gt;Aka X : tum ban gai kya ..&lt;br /&gt;Me : acha ...tumhe kya lagta hai..&lt;br /&gt;or tum itna bak bak kyu karte ho...office me bhi itna hi bolte honge..&lt;br /&gt;Aka X: main bewkuf nhi banata bt ab tum ban gyi ho shayad tbhi tumhare mind m aayi bat..or rahi office ki bat to vaha mind bolta hai...&lt;br /&gt;Me :&amp;nbsp; oh mind..acha vo hai kya tumhare pas ...&lt;br /&gt;Aka X: acha c ye 5 min se jyada ho gaya hai ab...&lt;br /&gt;Me : yes, break it now...&lt;br /&gt;so I think now you realized that ek ladke ke pas kya kuch hota hai..bolne, puchne or kehne ko... &lt;br /&gt;Aka X : Bahutt...kuch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-3326751866031816968?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3326751866031816968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2011/10/conversation-part-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3326751866031816968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3326751866031816968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2011/10/conversation-part-2.html' title='conversation part 2 contd...'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-8068512526990086286</id><published>2011-10-20T15:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-20T21:17:44.016+05:30</updated><title type='text'>conversation and funny fight Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A&amp;nbsp; funny conversation held between me and&amp;nbsp; Aka X ( female)&amp;nbsp; before two days ago. Aka X added me in her friend list by recommendation of one of my friend...one more thing Aka X and me belongs from same religion :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aka X :&amp;nbsp; Hello&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : So lets intro first. I dont know abt you..&lt;br /&gt;Aka X : &amp;nbsp; Vaise apne meri sarin info friend request accept karne se pehale dekh hi li hogi...I guess&lt;br /&gt;Me : hehe LOL :D&lt;br /&gt;Aka X : to fir ?? :(&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ok back to tp ..tell me about your family background?&lt;br /&gt;Aka X : Explained in 3 and 4 lines...&lt;br /&gt;Me : Anything else which you want to tell me about your family...&lt;br /&gt;Aka X : y humesha me hi kyun..me apna family background bata chuki hoo..now ur turn to say something abt u...&lt;br /&gt;Me : I started to tell abt me... &lt;br /&gt;Aka X :&amp;nbsp; (Beech me tokte huve) acha...waise ye sab kyun pucha or bataya ja raha h...mujhse shadi karne ka irada h kya &lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;Me : Aisa mene kaha to nahi ki mera irada you se shadi karne ka hai ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;Aka X : Aaj tak fb par kisi ne mujse&amp;nbsp; family background nahi pucha...tum kaho to bio data or kundali bhijwau kya ???&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;Me : yahi to problem hai ..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="uiList body contentListWidth" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li class="uiListItem  uiListVerticalItemBorder"&gt;&lt;div class="content noh" id="id.262641250444805"&gt;ladki ko  bf ke bare me pucho to..use lagta hai ..ladka line mar raha ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiListItem  uiListVerticalItemBorder"&gt;&lt;div class="content noh" id="id.289864154376575"&gt;family ke bare me pucho to shadi ki soch raha hai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiListItem  uiListVerticalItemBorder"&gt;&lt;div class="content noh" id="id.292610360764931"&gt;padhai ke bare me pucho to lagta hai jealous ho raha hai..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Aka x : or....&lt;br /&gt;Me : or kuch normal ya funny bat karo to...ladki ko lagta hai banda serious nahi hai...&lt;br /&gt;Aka x : or...&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ek no. ka luccha hai...fb par pakata hai..blah..blah...&lt;br /&gt;AKa X: or...&lt;br /&gt;Me: or kya mera sar or mera kan..&lt;br /&gt;Aka X : :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;or tumhara muh jo bhi bhut chalta h &lt;span class="emote_text"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content noh" id="id.292610360764931"&gt;&lt;img alt=":P" class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" style="background-position: -32px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content noh" id="id.292610360764931"&gt;Me: Use chalna hi chahiye...bhagwan ne muh diya hi do kam ke liye hai..&lt;br /&gt;1. Khane ke liye&lt;br /&gt;2. Bolne ke liye&lt;br /&gt;Aka X : acha..:P&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yes, Right to speech LOL&lt;br /&gt;Aka X : actuly...mujhe itni jaldi logo s opn hone ki adat nhi h...isliye..itni jaldi details dena kisi ko apne bare m ajeeb lagta h&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content noh" id="id.292610360764931"&gt;Me: To mene tumhe open hone ko kab kaha :D ?? par..muje to.. muje detail dena kuch jyada acha lagta hai..me apna biodata sath lekar chalta hoo :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content noh" id="id.292610360764931"&gt;Aka X: haan vo to samaj gai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;ME :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;raste me har jagah jo bhi milta haiuse de deta hoo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="content noh" id="id.271841846188761"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; le bhai...I am single Teri behan, sis, or beti kya milegi ready to mingle ...:D oh my god zukerberg sucks invented&amp;nbsp; facebook where people never face&amp;nbsp; books :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/4675607368898671214-8068512526990086286?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8068512526990086286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2011/10/part-1-conversation-and-funny-fight.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/8068512526990086286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/8068512526990086286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2011/10/part-1-conversation-and-funny-fight.html' title='conversation and funny fight Part 1'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-5143753590207801364</id><published>2011-10-20T10:22:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-20T10:22:49.048+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scene 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the local Shiva temple today, a 4-year old came face to face with a statue of Nandi (Bull). After staring at the statue for 5 minutes, he made some courage and touched the bull on the nose. He then ran back a few steps and stood scared looking at the bull, expecting it to follow him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 mins, he again approached the bull from the side, touched it and ran away. This continued for the next 10 mins, till his mother pulled him away. Evidently he was a little too slow to realize it was a statue :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scene 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back home, saw my neighbors kid on the roof of a car. As I stared at him from a distance, he got down and stood silently at the side. The following conversation ensued:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Kyun chade the upar? Gir jate to?&lt;br /&gt;Kid: Bhaiya wo car aapki hai?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nahi&lt;br /&gt;Kid: To aap kyun poochte ho&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Me: Stunned :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way up the stairs, one 5-year old to another, “Hey kal chutti hai na. Thank God!!!”. And to say we grown ups are frustrated :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-5143753590207801364?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5143753590207801364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2011/10/kids.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/5143753590207801364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/5143753590207801364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2011/10/kids.html' title='Kids'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-3834166487400515950</id><published>2011-10-17T01:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-17T18:10:51.830+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How to get the Facebook timeline (Awesum hack by me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Get Facebook's New Timeline Beta Right Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsYiW7Ha9tw/TpstailM12I/AAAAAAAAA_U/v9x8ynSELgg/s1600/top3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsYiW7Ha9tw/TpstailM12I/AAAAAAAAA_U/v9x8ynSELgg/s1600/top3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Facebook CEO Mark Zuckerberg announced a complete reconceptualization of profile pages on the popular social network &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.techspot.com/news/45581-timeline-open-graphs-introduced-at-facebook-f8-conference.html" target="_blank"&gt;with the introduction of Timeline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;. As Zuckerberg puts it, Timeline is the story of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Gone is the single column wall of posts with the most recent updates telling '15 minutes of your story.' Instead, as the name suggests, you'll see a timeline of life events containing photos and other updates that stretches back to when you joined Facebook. Anyone viewing it can click back to any year where there are updates and see what was going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Facebook automatically selects the most important updates and highlights them with a blue dot. Grey dots represent hidden updates that might not be as important. Users can arrange their Timeline however they see fit by removing certain updates or highlighting others that might be important to them. The feature will begin rolling out to the public over the next few weeks, but developers can sign up for early access now. Here's how you can get it too:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. Visit the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://developers.facebook.com/apps" style="color: blue;" target="_blank"&gt;Facebook Developer page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt; and enable it for your account.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrFDTyED_ag/Tpsubd_USOI/AAAAAAAAA_c/NIi3NT8P_sk/s1600/07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrFDTyED_ag/Tpsubd_USOI/AAAAAAAAA_c/NIi3NT8P_sk/s400/07.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Click the 'Create New App' button on the top right. On the New App prompt window, give your app a display name and name space -- any name, it doesn't matter. Agree to the Platform Privacy Policy and click Continue. You will need a verified Facebook account so make sure you have either a credit card or phone number on file.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PkGNry7dOw4/Tpsuui-I-LI/AAAAAAAAA_k/1OjdYxRqJoE/s1600/08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PkGNry7dOw4/Tpsuui-I-LI/AAAAAAAAA_k/1OjdYxRqJoE/s400/08.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt; After clearing the CAPTCHA verification you will then be taken to your new apps' settings screen (if Facebook doesn’t put you there automatically hit the Edit App button on the top right). Next, click on Open Graph link in the left column and define an action for your new app on the right pane. You can enter whatever you like; I wrote watch on the first field and chose video from the drop-down menu on the next one. Click "Get Started." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lySybOhqjxc/TpsvpIpUpjI/AAAAAAAAA_s/AmOqlF7sJgk/s1600/09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lySybOhqjxc/TpsvpIpUpjI/AAAAAAAAA_s/AmOqlF7sJgk/s400/09.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's it! You may see an error telling you that something went wrong but just ignore that and head to your Facebook homepage, you should see an invitation to the new Facebook Timeline Beta (you may have to wait a few minutes). Once you are in you can take a short tour of the new timeline view or start editing your profile until you are ready to publish it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The timeline functionality isn't compatible with the "old" Facebook, so most of your friends won't see your fancy new page just yet. Users will be migrated over the coming weeks as Facebook rolls out the update to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The new Facebook site looks gorgeous, but going beyond pure aesthetics,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt; opening up more about your life to your social circle and potentially to the web?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G12tNnKCM0Y/TpsxHascszI/AAAAAAAAA_0/Es96byP6K40/s1600/Screenshot.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G12tNnKCM0Y/TpsxHascszI/AAAAAAAAA_0/Es96byP6K40/s400/Screenshot.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The top portion of the timeline features a configurable background picture called the Cover,        and has personal information on the left along with your friends, photos, and Likes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5OJV-7LbdWQ/TpsyHY3dC4I/AAAAAAAAA_8/4mRHFdn5Ato/s1600/Screenshot-1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" id=":current_picnik_image" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5OJV-7LbdWQ/TpsyHY3dC4I/AAAAAAAAA_8/4mRHFdn5Ato/s320/Screenshot-1.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-3834166487400515950?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3834166487400515950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2011/10/hw-to-get-facebook-timeline-awesum.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3834166487400515950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3834166487400515950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2011/10/hw-to-get-facebook-timeline-awesum.html' title='How to get the Facebook timeline (Awesum hack by me)'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gsYiW7Ha9tw/TpstailM12I/AAAAAAAAA_U/v9x8ynSELgg/s72-c/top3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-1600872151661747862</id><published>2011-10-16T22:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-16T22:55:34.929+05:30</updated><title type='text'>मैं</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;हंसते-हंसते अचानक रुका !&lt;br /&gt;सोचा&lt;br /&gt;किसके साथ मैं क्यों हंसा !&lt;br /&gt;सोचा&lt;br /&gt;ये मेरी शक्ल कैसे !&lt;br /&gt;सोचा&lt;br /&gt;ये मेरी कलम कैसे !&lt;br /&gt;सोचा&lt;br /&gt;ये मेरे मित्र कौन !&lt;br /&gt;सोचा&lt;br /&gt;ये मेरा शरीर कैसे !&lt;br /&gt;सोचा&lt;br /&gt;ये मैं ज़िन्दा कैसे !&lt;br /&gt;सोचा&lt;br /&gt;ये मेरी आँखें कैसे !&lt;br /&gt;सोचा&lt;br /&gt;ये मेरा घर कैसे !&lt;br /&gt;मैं तो इधर गया था&lt;br /&gt;हाँ इधर !&lt;br /&gt;सोचा&lt;br /&gt;तो मैं उधर कैसे !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-1600872151661747862?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/1600872151661747862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_16.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/1600872151661747862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/1600872151661747862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_16.html' title='मैं'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-4610632215578658733</id><published>2011-09-23T23:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-23T23:13:34.913+05:30</updated><title type='text'>OHH Yes, I am Single..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLGKeA5UBI/TUuwKCoQCBI/AAAAAAAAA90/ewYT2ZUUu6M/s1600/Ohh+Yes%252C+I+am+Single..%2521+-+Neeti+Rustagi.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLGKeA5UBI/TUuwKCoQCBI/AAAAAAAAA90/ewYT2ZUUu6M/s400/Ohh+Yes%252C+I+am+Single..%2521+-+Neeti+Rustagi.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.stackyourrack.com/ohh-yes-am-single-so-my-durjoy-datta-neeti-rustagi-book-9380349275=Vijay699" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;OHH Yes, I am Single..!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ..and so is my girlfriend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is the debut novel of Neeti Rustagi. She co-authored the best seller writer Durjoy Datta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLGKeA5UBI/TUuwBoOfBkI/AAAAAAAAA9w/njxaKIuG-5Q/s1600/Neeti+Rustagi.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;About book What they Say&lt;/u&gt;:-&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Not all love stories move linearly. Neither does this one.     From a fat, ugly nerd who never had it in him to even stand close to  anyone from the opposite sex to someone who gets dumped from breakfast  and is in love again by brunch, this story traces the life and times of  guy, who has the innate ability to fall in love...as well as to fall out  of it. He is the perfect picture of the imperfect romantic. Even a  fling for him is a budding short relationship for him as his endless  pursuit goes on for the one who will make the stars in the sky shine a  little brighter for him. Or at least make the night better. :)   So who's the girl of his dreams? The seven year old crush? The first  girl he ever kissed? The first girl he ever slept with? The one who  never really loved him? Or the one he never intended to dump? Which one  of these always has him crawling back to her every time his heart lay  broken in his palms? Which one of these faces will he never be able to  push out his head?   It's always been easy for him to decide who he doesn't love. Will Durjoy  finally be able to decide who he really loves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The book is in the same manner like Durjoy writes.He had made a different fan group who love reading his books and they will definitely enjoy &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;OHH Yes, I am Single..!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ..and so is my girlfriend .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this book Neeti&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;is telling Durjoy story that how he met her girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Read&lt;b&gt; Neeti Rahtugi's Blog &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allthathappensisshit.blogspot.com/" target="blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;OHH Yes, I am Single..!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ..and so is my girlfriend&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;is a really enjoyable book and I have finished it in&amp;nbsp; a single sit. kudos to Neeti &amp;amp; Durjoy for their attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;- 1. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;I hope that &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Neeti&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; will also write her own solo book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;.Guys who are missing my blog posts, don't worry I will&amp;nbsp; try to write more posts very soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-4610632215578658733?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4610632215578658733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2011/09/buy-book-here-ohh-yes-i-am-single.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/4610632215578658733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/4610632215578658733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2011/09/buy-book-here-ohh-yes-i-am-single.html' title='OHH Yes, I am Single..!'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9xLGKeA5UBI/TUuwKCoQCBI/AAAAAAAAA90/ewYT2ZUUu6M/s72-c/Ohh+Yes%252C+I+am+Single..%2521+-+Neeti+Rustagi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-9065727711750265796</id><published>2011-09-17T14:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-17T14:25:51.686+05:30</updated><title type='text'>JAN GUN PAL bill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Introducing the Jan Gun Pal bill, which proposes that everyone gets a free gun and when they meet a corrupt person, just shoot him/her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is based on the following logic:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Jan Lok Pal bill proponents say that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"There is corruption -&amp;gt; Corruption is bad -&amp;gt; Our laws don't stop corruption -&amp;gt; Anna is saying his law will stop it -&amp;gt; Any law is better than no law -&amp;gt; So who cares if the law has problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. As Anna Hazare himself said, it is time to put the matter in the hands of the people. ( &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ndtv/statuses/104835016592334848"&gt;http://twitter.com/ndtv/statuses/104835016592334848&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a point-by-point comparison of the JAN GUN PAL bill with the other two bills:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a.yfrog.com/img611/5619/pgrnn.png"&gt;http://a.yfrog.com/img611/5619/pgrnn.png&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-9065727711750265796?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/9065727711750265796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2011/09/jan-gun-pal-bill.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/9065727711750265796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/9065727711750265796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2011/09/jan-gun-pal-bill.html' title='JAN GUN PAL bill'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-8508907650795502050</id><published>2011-09-16T08:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-16T08:25:47.090+05:30</updated><title type='text'>अभी यहाँ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;अभी यहाँ&lt;br /&gt;मैं बैठा हूँ&lt;br /&gt;अभी यहाँ&lt;br /&gt;तुम होती&lt;br /&gt;अभी यहाँ&lt;br /&gt;समंदर किनारे हम टहल रहे होते&lt;br /&gt;और समंदर हमारी धड़कन सुन रहा होता&lt;br /&gt;अभी यहाँ&lt;br /&gt;ऊपर वो चाँद और तारों से सजा आकाश&lt;br /&gt;हमारे संग दौड़ रहा होता&lt;br /&gt;हमारा हाथ थामे&lt;br /&gt;अभी यहाँ कोई नहीं होता&lt;br /&gt;और मैं तुम्हारी आँखों में डूब जाता&lt;br /&gt;और ये गाती गुनगुनाती ज़िन्दगी&lt;br /&gt;यूं ही बीत जाती&lt;br /&gt;अभी यहाँ&lt;br /&gt;दुनिया ठहर जाती&lt;br /&gt;सब कुछ धीरे धीरे हमारा हो जाता&lt;br /&gt;ये दुनिया हमारी हो जाती&lt;br /&gt;और हम एक दूसरे के हो जाते&lt;br /&gt;अभी यहाँ&lt;br /&gt;एक तारा टूटता&lt;br /&gt;और हम एक दूसरे को मांग लेते&lt;br /&gt;और वो तारा भी हमारा हो जाता&lt;br /&gt;अभी यहाँ&lt;br /&gt;तुम नंगे पाँव दौड़ती चली आती&lt;br /&gt;और मैं तुम्हे देखता&lt;br /&gt;और तुम सच्चे झूठे बहाने बना&lt;br /&gt;मुझसे लिपट जाती&lt;br /&gt;अभी यहाँ&lt;br /&gt;मैं तुम्हे जगाता&lt;br /&gt;तुम्हारी जुल्फों की लटों को सुलझाता&lt;br /&gt;और तुम आँखें खोल&lt;br /&gt;मुझे देखती&lt;br /&gt;अभी यहाँ&lt;br /&gt;मैं मर रहा होता&lt;br /&gt;और तुम्हे अगले जन्म में फिर मिलने का वादा कर&lt;br /&gt;मैं सुकून से तुम्हारी बाँहों में मरता&lt;br /&gt;अभी यहाँ&lt;br /&gt;मैं बैठा हूँ&lt;br /&gt;काश यहाँ&lt;br /&gt;तुम होती !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-8508907650795502050?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8508907650795502050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/8508907650795502050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/8508907650795502050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='अभी यहाँ...'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-1526427920583302037</id><published>2011-07-04T09:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-04T09:09:07.905+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google+'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Thought about Google+</title><content type='html'>Google+ is a refreshing alternative to Facebook and it is sure that Google+ will gain a lot of users especially since Facebook has a lot of Privacy issues. Google+ is easy to use and you choose what you share with others. Interface is intuitive and it is not cluttered unlike Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have video chat, mobile app for Android (other platforms will follow), uploading photos and managing them is easy and sharing content with friends is much more interesting then on Facebook at least to me. With Google redesigning top bar, all services will integrate and will be more accessible to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook has big advantage with 750 million users but Google will sure make a new path with Google+. I personally am looking forward to seeing how Google+ will evolve and what kind of improvements will be added.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-1526427920583302037?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/1526427920583302037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2011/07/thought-about-google.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/1526427920583302037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/1526427920583302037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2011/07/thought-about-google.html' title='Thought about Google+'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-3203892735526327692</id><published>2011-07-03T10:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-03T10:34:31.952+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RTI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transparency'/><title type='text'>Big Question of Transparency- Disclosure of Answer Sheets</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The passage of the Right to Information Act in 2005 promised to usher in the age of transparency in India. The new Act was expected to remove the veil of secrecy shrouding public offices. Such was the hope in any case. What has actually been achieved so far points to a different story altogether. The situation is especially bleak when it comes to the disclosure of answer-sheets by public services recruitment commissions, education councils and universities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The universities and other agencies, who conduct examinations, oppose the move to disclose answer sheets on the ground that the entire examination system will collapse. They tried to find out ways and means in different provisions under Right to Information Act and even beyond to keep answer sheets outside the purview of the Act. On one occasion, one of India’s most prestigious universities, Delhi University, in reply to an application under Right to Information Act seeking copies of the answer sheets of an applicant, informed him that the answer sheets could not be disclosed as the same was exempted from disclosure under section 8(1) (a). Under this provision any information, which may affect the sovereignty, integrity, and security of India cannot be disclosed. It is still a mystery as to how the disclosure of the answer sheets to the applicant can affect the sovereignty and integrity of the country. How an innocuous answer sheet can cause security threat to the country is something the University did not care to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Information Commissions all across the country have also not been adopting a consistent and uniform approach on the issue of disclosing answer sheets under the Right to Information Act. Central Information Commission has adopted an approach that answer sheets of school examinations and some competitive examinations can be disclosed, but the answer sheets of university and board examinations can not be disclosed as it would result in rendering the system unworkable. This approach of the Central Information Commission was taken as a defence in a case in Calcutta High Court, when Pritam Rooj, an applicant sought copies of his answer sheets from Calcutta University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judgment in Pritam Rooj versus Calcutta University (AIR 2008 CAL 118) is a landmark judgment in this regard as it has rejected the contention of the university that the disclosure of the answer sheet will render the system unworkable and ordered the university to disclose the answer sheet to the applicant. The Court also rejected the approach of the Central Information Commission which allowed to disclose of the answer sheets of certain examination, but disallowed to disclose answer sheets of other examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two important aspects on which the High Court has passed its judgment. First and foremost is the issue of disclosure of one’s own answer sheets to an applicant, and another, which is equally important, the duty of the Public Information Officer to give a reply in accordance to the Right to Information Act and to provide details of the Appellate Authority in its reply. Pritam Rooj, who was a very meritorious student, obtained only 28 marks in paper V of his final year examination of B. A. (Mathematics) Honours. As a result, he could not get admission in some higher education course. Aggrieved and not satisfied with the result, he filed an application under the Right to Information Act seeking inspection of the answer sheet and obtaining its copy. In its reply, the Public Information Officer informed him that the university “has decided not to allow inspection of the answer sheets”. In his reply, the detail of the Appellate Authority was also not provided. Pritam Rooj, instead of filing appeal/ complaint under the Right to Information Act, directly approached the High Court and filed a writ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the hearing of the writ petition of Pritam Rooj at Calcutta High Court, Calcutta University contended that as Pritam did not exhaust the remedy of appeal/ complaint under Right to Information Act, his writ petition is immature and cannot be entertained by the Court. The basic argument behind this was that the writ petition in any High Court cannot be filed, if there is any alternative remedy available to the applicant. Calcutta high Court held that under section 7 (8) of Right to Information Act, while rejecting the application of the applicant, Public Information Officer should communicate to the person making the request, the reasons for such rejection; the period within which an appeal against such rejection may be preferred; and, the particulars of the appellate authority. The reply of the Public Information Officer of the Calcutta University lacked on all these three counts. The communication from Public Information Officer only informed the applicant that the “it has been decided” that inspection of the answer sheets will not be allowed. In this way, the Public Information Officer has merely, communicated the decision of the university. Public Information Officer has not made any decision on disclosure or non- disclosure of the answer sheet. He also did not inform the particulars of the Appellate Authority and the period in which the appeal can be preferred by him. Court, therefore, held that the alternative remedy that would otherwise have been available to the petitioner herein is, in the present case, an illusory right. In not furnishing the particulars of the appellate authority, the Public Information Officer has acted in derogation of the command of Section 7 (8) (iii). It is not as if in every case that there is a fixed appellate forum that a person aggrieved by the manner of disposal of his request may otherwise be aware of. Section 19(1) of the said Act provides that an appeal will lie to such officer who is senior in rank in the public authority to the Public Information Officer who disposed of the request. The appellate authority would vary with each public authority and it is for such purpose that Section 7 (8) (iii) has been engrafted and assumes more significance than being a routine matter where there is a general appellate forum to receive appeals from all disposals of requests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore the expression in the reply of the Public Information Officer, "it has been decided" betrays a general acceptance by the public authority (here, the University) of the principle that answer sheets do not fall within the definition of “information” for any request to obtain them being entertained from an examinee. Court also observed that in light of the decision of the Central Information Commission, that disallows the disclosure of answer sheets, usual process of appeal and complaint under Right to Information Act, would be an exercise in futility. Even if the decision of the Central Information Commission is not binding on the state Information Commission, the decision of the Central Information Commission can be seen to be of such persuasive value that would render the right of appeal and complaint, meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, the Court allowed the appeal even without Pritam Rooj exhausting the appeal and complaint remedy available to him under Right to Information Act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the issue of the disclosure of the answer sheets, Calcutta University argued that the applicant is not required to know anything about the answer sheet, once he submitted it after the examination, except the marks obtained to him and in some exceptional cases, the break-up of the marks in the paper. Disclosing the answer sheet would open a floodgate of requests and lead to an unworkable situation and an undesirable lack of finality and timeliness upon the possible protests for half marks being missed out here and there. Further, the disclosure of the answer sheets, the university contended, would expose its examiners who the University ought to protect. The last substantial ground urged by the University is one under Section 8 (1) (b) of the Right to Information Act which provides that there shall be no obligation to furnish any information which has been expressly forbidden to be published by any Court of law or tribunal or the disclosure of which may constitute contempt of Court. The University argued that in the many pronouncements of the Supreme Court, there are observations that answer sheets should ordinarily not be made available to examinees and observations to the effect that examinees cannot be associated with the process of evaluation of their answer sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calcutta High Court rejected all these arguments. On the issue of floodgate of the requests, the Court observed that this argument appears to be an argument of desperation. While comparing with the right of judicial review available to all, the Court observed that only because there is a possibility of floodgate litigation, a valuable right of a citizen cannot be permitted to be taken away. This Court is bound to determine the respective rights of the parties. The Court, therefore, found no force in this argument of the University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the issue of applicability of section 8 (1) (b) of the Right to Information act, the Court observed that the disclosure of answer sheets was not considered, by Supreme Court, in the light of the Right to Information Act, which is the subject-matter of the present proceedings, even if it is accepted that the Right to Information Act only elucidates on the right originally guaranteed by the Constitution. Right to Information act, as a matter of fact, guarantees and enlarges the basic and fundamental right as guaranteed under the Constitution of India, and its primary purpose is to encourage transparency and curb corruption. Further, subject to the legislation being within the bounds of constitutional propriety, the legislature may bring an enactment to undo a view expressed by Court, for notwithstanding the contemporary fading demarcations of the functions of the several organs of State, the Court may have to yield to the legislature in the business of law-making as it is the vocation of the one and the subject of scrutiny and application of the other, the Court observed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the issue of protecting the examiners, the Court observed that as much as an examining body may owe an obligation to its set of examiners, it owes a greater fiduciary duty to its examinees. The examinees are at the heart of a system. The examining body and the examiners are there to cater the examinees. Striking a comparison the court observed that if it is the right of a voter, for the little man to have the curriculum vitae of the candidates who seek his insignificant vote; the right of the examinee is no less to seek inspection of his answer sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Court also negated the contention of the Central Information Commission that disclosure of answer sheets would render the entire system unworkable. The Court observed that by this contention, the Commission has discovered an exemption not expressly provided for in the Right to Information Act to deny information despite accepting that the words used in the said Act could not be read to be a bar to the right asserted thereunder. Court observed that the disclosure of answer sheets and for that matter, any information, cannot be denied if the disclosure is exempted under section 8 of the Right to Information Act. As a rule, the Court further observed that the information has to be supplied unless it is exempted. If the information is refused, the reason for refusal has to be found in Section 8 and nowhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointing out the benefit of disclosing answer sheets to the examinees, Calcutta high Court also observed that a look at his [examinees] evaluated answer script can serve the wonderful purpose of pointing out his mistakes − whether or not the evaluated paper marks such mistakes − clarifying his doubts and helping him to know once and for all, what he wrote and what he did not. Disclosure of answer sheets would help him in improving his quality of answers in future and make the examination system more beneficial to the examinees. An examinee, who has written hurried answers and solved problems under examination conditions sometimes several months before he gets the mark sheet, does not really "know" his answers. His memory of what he wrote will also not be complete or accurate. He may not even have a clear recollection of what he has recorded in his answers. Alternatively, he may feel that he has written something that he actually has not. His silly mistakes, graphical or grammatical errors and oversights may not be obvious to him. With the disclosure of answer sheets to him, it would be a great help for the examinee to point out his errors and omissions that he can improve upon, while appearing in future exams. Thus, by assessing the achievement of the student through examination and then disclosing the answer sheets to him would help him in understanding the areas where he need to improve to excel in his endeavours and foster meaningful proliferation of knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further, the court also interpreted the disclosure of answer sheet as a constitutional right of the examinee. In the words of the court “If inspection of answer scripts is denied to the examinee, the spirit of the Constitutional right to expression and information may be lost. The knowledge-builder's -the University's bid to perpetuate the draconian, elitist, one-sided right to know and judge and rule without being open to question or accountable to the examinee cannot be encouraged. For a system to foster meaningful proliferation of knowledge, it must itself be crystal clear to its core.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In final words of the Court, “Whether it is on the anvil of the legal holy trinity of justice, equity and good conscience, or on the test of openness and transparency being inherent in human rights, or by the myriad tools of construction, or even by the Wednesbury yardstick of reasonableness, the State Public Information Officer's rejection of the writ petitioner's request to obtain his answer script cannot be sustained. The University will proceed to immediately offer inspection of the paper that the petitioner seeks.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-3203892735526327692?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3203892735526327692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2011/07/big-question-of-transparency-disclosure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3203892735526327692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3203892735526327692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2011/07/big-question-of-transparency-disclosure.html' title='Big Question of Transparency- Disclosure of Answer Sheets'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-3140262067720730569</id><published>2011-05-05T23:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-05T23:57:19.452+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>I Deleted my last post after reconsideration</title><content type='html'>I deleted my last post "Running after.......a dream" because i realized that this post was dont have any sense for people like me who have lot of Dreams in life. I was demotivated after unfair treatment by my University. Last night my friend lalit pinged me on chat the some parts of our conversation is here..&lt;br /&gt;Lalit :blogger bhai&lt;br /&gt;aaj tera blog padha&lt;br /&gt;4 saal mein pehli bar after engineering&lt;br /&gt;bada frustrate hua pada hai&lt;br /&gt;Me: ku kya hua&lt;br /&gt;yar samaj sakta hai tu&lt;br /&gt;hard time for me&lt;br /&gt;Lalit :are yaar&lt;br /&gt;aayega tera time bhi aayega&lt;br /&gt;Me: bas tu hai na ...tu bhi na...&lt;br /&gt;tu khus karta rahega sale&lt;br /&gt;3 idiot k Rancho ki tarah apne dosto ko&lt;br /&gt;Lalit : What you wrote on your blog, I am not agree with your post. You are demotivating readers and your friends who love to read your posts.&lt;br /&gt;Me: This post was just for .....&lt;br /&gt;Lalit : What just for ..??&lt;br /&gt;Me : Aiwee hi yar....&lt;br /&gt;Lalit : What aiwee hi..after reading your blog my mind is blank now ..thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Its just a blog post...&lt;br /&gt;Lalit : What just a blog post, you are demotivating people and its wrong ...i am not agree with you and your post. Even i was demotivated after reading.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Wait 2 minutes ( Reading my last post again )&lt;br /&gt;You are right i realized my mistakes accepting and deleting this post now.&lt;br /&gt;Lalit : I am happy now. You are not only one who is puzzled with mismanagement of Education system. We all know about it. You need to move your minds towards different side. Dont waste your time to think about future. Do something good for be happy like watch movies, videoes, join gym do something extra and be happy. Dont care about people that what are they thinking about you. Live your life with hapiness.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Lalit thanking you for motivating me...&lt;br /&gt;Lalit : post something good like videoes , Jokes and anything happening which have source of smile ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation end  here and i deleted my last post from my blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my self lost in thoughts and lost in time. when task is failed it seems like i am "losing the race of life".At time of failure i am rapidly losing control on myself , my mind and my soul and after reconsideration of my fault  i have decided  to kick the darkness of light till it bleeds in daylight everytime. Hope my life will take U turn and God will bless me for success in life.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-3140262067720730569?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3140262067720730569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-deleted-my-last-post-after.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3140262067720730569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3140262067720730569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-deleted-my-last-post-after.html' title='I Deleted my last post after reconsideration'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-2421412508057444879</id><published>2011-01-06T10:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-06T10:18:25.345+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bengalooroo...</title><content type='html'>hmm..bangalore...in 2 words,&amp;nbsp; food and pubs.i know it for a fact that  everybody here is sick of my "i dont like bangalore" song, and i am sure  all of us will be so much happier if only i could go back to North !!*sigh* granted, that this place does have its good points too,  and has accepted me with open arms, still, i cant help but miss home :(  if asked to list out my anti-blr points, my top grudge is that this  place has a serious dearth of party places, if u dont consider all the  pubs dotting the streets.if u want to go out, and do some headbanging on good ol' rock numbers and come  back. sounds fine for a week, but after that, someone like me really  starts to miss the rocking bollywood and punjabi numbers, to which i  could sing along and sway with abandon!&lt;br /&gt;my second grudge is fm  radio :( being the radio aficionado that i am(rather... was), it was a  cultural shock for me to listen to Radio Mirchi in kannada (sakath hot  magath..it's hot)!!all the stations i listened to rarely in jaipur form my  main listening now, be it radio city or big fm. only fever is the same  as before.. good 40 mins of non stop music :) hmm..ok, there is a new  station here 91.9 fm, radio indigo does play international music , and is my favorite station for now..  so i guess i have actually nothing to complain about ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do  so miss my Rajsathani&amp;nbsp; frens!! my bus/auto/pg/sec 10/jaipur circles..  endless fun :( ok, granted that i do have chits&amp;nbsp; frens also now, plus my Jaipur's frens whom i have met up with here, plus my Community&amp;nbsp; frens *grin*. Moreover, my Jaipur's frens are here &amp;nbsp;  now mostly, and lot of drifted apart for higher studies .. so  now instead of one phone call to talk to a whole group, i have to place  so many calls&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;  )... in a way, it was good that i came when i did!! &lt;br /&gt;in conclusion, i still vehemently "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dont like bangalore&lt;/span&gt;" for all the reasons listed above, and no matter what all reasons are given to the contrary, i wont change my views!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-2421412508057444879?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2421412508057444879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2011/01/bengalooroo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/2421412508057444879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/2421412508057444879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2011/01/bengalooroo.html' title='Bengalooroo...'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-2991896353585011594</id><published>2011-01-04T12:01:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-04T21:29:34.107+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Anwesha's bday  !! 2/1/2011</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; As i promised in last post i will be going to post about Anwesha's birthday celebration. Ok after new year night wakeup early in the morning on the date 1/1/11. Calling to anwesha's father ...jingle bell...jinge bell(caller tune)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Abhi bhaiya :Hello..who is speaking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: Happy birthday to you Anwehsa .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He: dude anwesha have her&amp;nbsp; bday on next day. you are wishing in advance dont forget wishing my daughter next day. and make ur presence next day before 2pm. And will take lunch and dinner with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: Oh its ok. but my cellphone reminding me from last night for bday of anwesha and sorry i am unable to come for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He: dont make me fool&amp;nbsp; and dont try to reject my offer. Otw its against ur di's respect.I dont know anything you will be comming finally and no more exquses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me:Ohk i will try . But not giving commitment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So made call to meenaxi di (Hey madhvi di is inviting me on anwesha's party for lunch and dinner. what to do? ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meenaxi di : you should to go. They are not others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: But is it ok to be close very early .? what do u think? She is your friend and i am your brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;she: whatever dont think so much go and enjoy. This is a good chance for you to meet people of bengalooroo. go go and enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: ok. Thanx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Made call to dady . what to do ? should go for lunch or not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;dady: go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so finally next day wake up 9'O clock . The phone is ringing . Rise up...rise up dont fall down again..(my cellphone ringtone).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: Hello who is speaking. Abhi tak soye ho kya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;she: Me madhvi . Me:yeah hello madhvi ( thinking like some one calling from job consultancy) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;she: i am madhvi di . uthja abhi. And come before 12'O Clock i need some help for managing party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: ok . i will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so finally took bath and purchased a present for Anwesha from "Mom &amp;amp; me" mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now time is 1:30pm and finally in Anwesha's home sweet home. Di offered luch with tikkad(bazra+jo+chana=One type OF Rajasthani chapati) , dal and carrot halwa which was yummy and become more delicious due to their affection and love for me .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So now bhaiya asked me to download some theme and dancing music from internet for bday party .I did. And now di gave me a task that suggest some ideas for games for kids and for adults. I suggested musical race, truth and dare, exchanging game, baloon dance, bolly, spoon race etc etc. So finally started to decorate roof by baloons and ribbons after 1Hr roof is completely ready for bday celebration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;party started with kids games and some Rajasthani snacks samosa , kachori, waffers , chocos. After 8pm we decided for cake celebration. Anwesha did it with knife and now she is completed 6yr of her life. we all wished her with claps and bday theme&amp;nbsp; music. Anwesha offered cake (black forest ) pieces to eveyone. after celebration we offered dinner with dominos pizza and colddrinks. after dinner everyone started dancing on partymix music&amp;nbsp; which is downloaded by me ( call me, rise up, saturday night etc.)with baloon dance steps. The whole atmosphere become completely ryhtmic. finally party ends with ice cream and cold drinks. Return gifts are given to kids by madhvi di. In the end susmita di sung a song for kids. Everthing was well managed and everyone praising for this celebration. Party was awesome . Finally di packed some snakcs for me and bhaiya dropped me at my destination. Gave thanx to bhaiya for inviting me and make a part of this lovely family which was unexpectable for me in present. On that day i undestood that how social life have a importance in our life. Have to write lot of from bengalooro...but now i want to take bath.&amp;nbsp; thanx for appreciating me for my blog post...more  experiments underway, the results will be displayed as and when   concluded... abhi phir se fun time , so plenty of opportunity to   experiment :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tab tak, stupid&amp;nbsp; ABHI signing off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;cheers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Abhi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-2991896353585011594?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2991896353585011594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2011/01/anweshas-bday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/2991896353585011594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/2991896353585011594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2011/01/anweshas-bday.html' title='Anwesha&apos;s bday  !! 2/1/2011'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-6181221211698739042</id><published>2011-01-03T02:29:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-03T16:42:17.580+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life. fairytale'/><title type='text'>A Journey to dream city Banglore !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once again Sorry Guys and Gals! Did not post anything for quite some time now. But  am back from the hibernation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have lots and lots of things to  write, but it would really take some time to express every thought in my  mind right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok so finally i am in banglore in hope of&amp;nbsp; full&amp;nbsp; of expecatation and&amp;nbsp; with lot of&amp;nbsp; desires. Planned to came here from past two month but due to corrupted indian Railway system failed to get reservation easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So after lot of frustration decide to choose different route from kota to Mumbai(Dadar) via Golden temple and from Dadar to Banglore by udyan express in adition to kota to mysore -Banlore route. so finally got reservation in waiting for 14th december 2010 which confirmed after lot of mindteasing on IRCTC system. Want to say thanx to MR. Raja shah jain&amp;nbsp; my jiju and Chits (Abhinav) my friend both who helped me for reservation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SO from 14 noon to 16th morning i was in train cant express train expreince here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally reached at madhvi di home from Banglore-SBC to jp nagar 5th phase via prepaid auto taxy (seems quite funny na!! prepaid auto taxi damned crazzy !!:D). But here in banglore this is system which managed by Railway police of karnataka for control the&amp;nbsp; spontaneous loot by auto union.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok after 11km travel finally i found out the home of madhvi di. Madhvi di whom i never meet before (Looks like a educated and higer class lady ) recieve me with affection. It was quite surprising for me that&amp;nbsp; i will gonna stay in banglore&amp;nbsp; tomadhvi di's house(who was not in my relation she was just only my sister's friend.)till then&amp;nbsp; i wouldnt found a suitable regidence like paying guest for me. finally entered in house Flat no. 203 which was well furnished everything was well&amp;nbsp; managed. Took bath and did little conversation with di met to&amp;nbsp; her cute baby samyak (6 months old). Everything was excited for me even you can say its my good fortune that i met to these lovely people. ok finally she offered me&amp;nbsp; yummy&amp;nbsp; and tasty lunch with full of affection . Before meeting to her i was lil bit afraid for there reaction on me (because i was similar like bin bulaya mehmaan , jaan na pehchaan). but feeling relief after meeting to her she was quite affectionable for me and treating me same like her lil brother. Oh thank you god for helping me and giving me such fortune. After eating food i took some rest for half an hour and become active atonce for finding a suitable pg for me because on the same day madhvi di and&amp;nbsp; Abhishek bhaiya ( her husband ) had reservation for 4 days trip to kodaknal hill station and rameshwaram thats why it was more necessary for me because i am hesitating to live alone in their house&amp;nbsp; ,Made Call to one of my senior and told them that i am in banglore please arrange a suitable&amp;nbsp; accomodation for me . He replied in my favour that come in jp nagar 5th phase i will show you pg. So finally meet to him and saw his pg accomodation which was in quite funny situation so decided to search out myself and started walkin on the roads of banglore and found some pumplets for mens pg made call them and saw some accomodation which was giving me imbalance feel (Dirty and room size like bathroom). Finally tired back to di's home drink water and told her to my exact situation. She suggested me for do google (Great idea by a educated and aware&amp;nbsp; lady ). So According to her suggestion did google find some accomodation made call them but all are once again quite funny because they didnt know hindi and english they only knew kannad a local language of karnatka. So once again decided to walk around streets once again made call by lookinf puplets which&amp;nbsp; was attached to light poles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK JOURNEY BEGUN.....tring tring with kannada ringtone like rama rama rama re....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello who is this ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;me: hello i am finding suitable pg for me . can you show me i am standing here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A man came on spelender after waiting of some time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello&amp;nbsp; me veeru tum pg search karta.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ME: Yes sir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He: ok lets come with me on byke. came to dollar layout .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(He shows me a good room which was well furnished&amp;nbsp; also he promised me for internet and tv in room which was 2 seater.I like rooms and decided to move here from dis house but still have some confusion like transportation, food and etc etc )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Veeru introduced me to some guys who were already living in pg. they told me about transporation and nearest restorant for food. so i asked veeru to drop me once again at di's home which was on only 1/2km distance. Veeru droped me at my destination seems like he was a gentle man (otw aaj k jamane me apna petrol kaun bigadata hai ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now in di's house told them that i m confused for pg.i&amp;nbsp; want to move for guest house. She replied me dont move stay here its your own home and when you will find then move. but i am forcing them to move. So after half and hour both husband and wife forced me to stay in house&amp;nbsp; alone . I am accepted&amp;nbsp; there proposal and stay hold to house in night. night was spent with good sleep because&amp;nbsp; i was tired from 4 days. in the morning i wake up 8 am and once again call to veeru to show me the pg again . The gentle man once again recieved me from my destination and i gave him fianal reply that i am comming in the evening . finally he told me rent and some conditions which was apply on all .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was agree decide to move in evening . and then shifted to my pg in evening a destination of my dream and desires. Food was quite good for starting days after that i bored with these south indian dishes like idli, dosa, upma etc etc because i got smail of coconut oil from all these products which they made. Still eating same food. :D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ok guys want to sleep now the time is 2.28 pm. soon updating one more post about anwesha's bday .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;till then keep rockings...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Abhi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-6181221211698739042?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6181221211698739042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2011/01/journey-to-dream-city-banglore.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/6181221211698739042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/6181221211698739042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2011/01/journey-to-dream-city-banglore.html' title='A Journey to dream city Banglore !!'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-2221389486778877227</id><published>2010-10-21T22:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-21T22:01:14.608+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Updates from last some days ...</title><content type='html'>A snapped internet connection, some work and lots of movies... &lt;br /&gt;all these kept me away from  blogs for almost a week... and no one's asked me "Where are you!!!??"&lt;b&gt;:(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(*puppy  eyes and sad face!!*) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolz.. :D hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last few days have  been good, all my best friends.. our &lt;b&gt;core group&lt;/b&gt; are back in  town... and I have been either on phone or in each other's houses for  most of the time... anything and everything under the sun keeps getting  talked about...including our age-old fav topic discussing who &lt;b&gt;has/had/will  have &lt;/b&gt;a crush on whom.. hehe... &lt;br /&gt;it's really great coz it's not  always masti or time pass.. we learn a lot from each other.. about our  careers and who is doing what and what is the next best thing to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  m benefited the most as far as sharing collection on the pc is  concerned.. my hard disk is doing a rounds of everyone's home. and in  just a few days my collection of &lt;b&gt;music/movies/software&lt;/b&gt; has more  than quadrapuled!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i can go on like this forvever.. hope  everyone's been fine and rocking and having lots of fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-2221389486778877227?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2221389486778877227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/10/updates-from-last-some-days.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/2221389486778877227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/2221389486778877227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/10/updates-from-last-some-days.html' title='Updates from last some days ...'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-2630819921799041598</id><published>2010-10-20T12:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:53:40.467+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Closed...</title><content type='html'>love it when people love me... i love it when I know I made someone  smile, i love it when i hear someone patiently and try to help, try to  make them feel better... I love it when someone smiles at me... i love  it when they say i mean my words... yes, i love it all... but am I the  person everyone thinks I am? am I the person who is genuine, sincere? If  I am then why can I not share a word of what affects me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have  always had this problem. I just can’t ask for help in distress... I  can’t speak my heart when I am sad... I can’t cry... oh how I hate it...  I just can’t cry... there come no tears in my eyes, no matter how  excruciating d pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey  guys, don't worry I am all right... sometimes d mind does conjure  strange thoughts... this was one of them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-2630819921799041598?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2630819921799041598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/10/closed.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/2630819921799041598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/2630819921799041598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/10/closed.html' title='Closed...'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-3609875421521967158</id><published>2010-10-18T13:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-18T13:52:56.113+05:30</updated><title type='text'>CROSS ROADS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="sb8"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life is still the same... But situations and people  are not.... You are often in a situation where you are unable to decide  what to do... You cannot analyze what is correct and what is not... who  is truthful and who isn't.... what is good for you and what is not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old memories haunt you... refuse to leave you... no matter whatever  you do.... You are stuck in a weird situation and donno what to do.....  You feel like running away to a place where you are all alone and nobody  to bother you.....  Always lost in thought... Alone even with people  around you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;CROSSROADS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; where you  dont know which way to go.... &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOST n ALONE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.... Unable to  decide which way to go ..... Never know where the path you have chosen  might lead you to....  But you know, you have to go on.... coz &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;LIFE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  goes on.... even if You dont want to.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-3609875421521967158?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3609875421521967158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/10/cross-roads.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3609875421521967158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3609875421521967158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/10/cross-roads.html' title='CROSS ROADS'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-3223733538072451634</id><published>2010-10-13T15:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-13T15:04:23.703+05:30</updated><title type='text'>somethings stupid..</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;my experiments :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  seeing the sunlight filtering thru a  glass marble, a mesmerizing sight!&lt;br /&gt;*   seeing the fullmoon through a gold ring from the hostel terrace, the way  the light disperses is fascinating!&lt;br /&gt;* spending an hour beating  coffee only with a spoonful of water, to check where the whiteness come  from.. must be the sugar, coz it remained brown :(&lt;br /&gt;* balancing a  pencil on my finger, to check if the sharpened end is nearer to the  center of gravity or not..it is! (many a pre-exam night has been  gainfully employed in this experiment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more  experiments underway, the results will be displayed as and when  concluded... abhi phir se fun time , so plenty of opportunity to  experiment :D &lt;br /&gt;tab tak, scientist ABHI signing off... * bustling  back into my den/lab* &lt;br /&gt;*big STUPID grin*:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-3223733538072451634?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3223733538072451634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/10/somethings-stupid.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3223733538072451634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3223733538072451634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/10/somethings-stupid.html' title='somethings stupid..'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-7295334618448108831</id><published>2010-10-02T09:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-02T09:45:14.980+05:30</updated><title type='text'>AM BACK!!</title><content type='html'>Sorry Guys and Gals! Did not post anything for quite some time now. But  am back from the hibernation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have lots and lots of things to  write, but it would really take some time to express every thought in my  mind right now. Also, there would be some lag while I catch up with my  regular visitors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is very dear to me, and I really  want to nourish it with my thoughts and ever-so-precious feedback that  people provide on this. Thanks for regular support! I hope you would not  let the support die...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-7295334618448108831?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7295334618448108831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/10/am-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/7295334618448108831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/7295334618448108831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/10/am-back.html' title='AM BACK!!'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-1466112365499546919</id><published>2010-09-04T00:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-04T00:35:11.344+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life is Good</title><content type='html'>Hi Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you've been doing good, so won't ask you  the perfunctory questions as in "how be you" et al... I also know  nothing much has been happening at your end, but that is what has  surprised me... I am amazed to see that contentment finally creeping  into you...  I honestly don't understand how suddenly you've come to  even like things which you earlier thought you didn't have the capacity  or the will to do... But yes, I see a change... A change that really  makes me more happy coz I know it will benefit you in the long run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks  like finally you seem to be learning, gaining a focus which is so  required at the crossroads you currently are... I am happy to see you  move, shift your priorities to where they should be... You still have a  lot to learn &amp;amp; you sure will... But I am glad that today you accept  your problems &amp;amp; are willing to counter them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I know  you through &amp;amp; through, I just hope you don't loose interest as you  usually do... I've seen you do that on many occasions before, wish this  time you are willing to go that extra mile &amp;amp; ready to accept  criticism for what you do wrong &amp;amp; don't depend much on others for  making yourself feel good about you... Things don't always go the way  you want them to... So try &amp;amp; savour whatever comes your way, it's  worth the experiment... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there's a long way to go... I  am there with you... Wish you a successful journey...&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-1466112365499546919?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/1466112365499546919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-is-good.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/1466112365499546919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/1466112365499546919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-is-good.html' title='Life is Good'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-5763324654384121281</id><published>2010-07-11T14:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-11T14:32:00.986+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How life changes...</title><content type='html'>A while ago, &lt;br /&gt;just a while... I was with you &lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now here I am&lt;br /&gt;a  thousand miles away,&lt;br /&gt;away from what was life to me...&lt;br /&gt;and yet I  live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jaipur,&lt;br /&gt;You've been my city for the past four  years... You adopted me, kept me in your folds... I lived a full life  while I was there... Savoured your flavours old &amp;amp; new... Your feel,  those meandering roads up &amp;amp; down the hills, will stay with me... And  so will many other things which for now won't find a space here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories  are strange... Took you for granted when I was part of you... But when I  am no longer with you, you form part of so many fond memories... Like  all other things, I realize the value of the good times I had when they  are past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am closer to things that I wanted to be  with... But you win some, you loose some... And so I sit here typing,  the dense fog invites me outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I say, I am back to where  I belong... I do not know this... But all I can say is that this step  is in a direction closer to my dreams... Wish me luck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;With immense effort, ABHI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-5763324654384121281?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5763324654384121281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-life-changes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/5763324654384121281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/5763324654384121281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-life-changes.html' title='How life changes...'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-8184069068736724517</id><published>2010-06-21T16:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-21T16:41:48.631+05:30</updated><title type='text'>two different people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="sb8"&gt;Am I just writing cause I am bored?? Really don't know  now. There was a time when I blogged like crazy. Am I going back to  square one? Who knows .... maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sb8"&gt;We are two different people&lt;br /&gt;In very different  worlds that never meet&lt;br /&gt;And yet we like each other's company&lt;br /&gt;And  take care of each other's needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is that we understand each  other so well&lt;br /&gt;And no one has known me better than you&lt;br /&gt;How is it  that I have never felt happier&lt;br /&gt;Than when you are beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  love to keep talking&lt;br /&gt;I can spend all my time listening to you&lt;br /&gt;You  can be very moody&lt;br /&gt;I have the patience to stand in the rain and let  the storm pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you dress up like a gypsy&lt;br /&gt;Something  that is quite alien to me&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside it makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;Cause  that's something I have always longed to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't win an  argument with you&lt;br /&gt;Nor did I ever want to&lt;br /&gt;But this is something I  cannot take&lt;br /&gt;That two different people cannot convene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like  two sides of a coin&lt;br /&gt;Very different, very apart&lt;br /&gt;And yet really  they are the same&lt;br /&gt;And wouldn't the coin be useless, if both sides  turned out alike ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sb8"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-8184069068736724517?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8184069068736724517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/06/two-different-people.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/8184069068736724517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/8184069068736724517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/06/two-different-people.html' title='two different people'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-8651316215914207777</id><published>2010-06-15T15:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-15T15:43:14.988+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ever wondered...</title><content type='html'>(And I'm not cribbing here, just stating a few observations;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="myposttext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;  Why when you are waiting for Bus A, Buses B would come in every minute  and when you happen to wait for Bus B, the Buses A would flow by, and  when you catch an auto both will overtake you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why  everybody comments just on the latest post of a blog? Even the last but  one fails to get a new reader's attention...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why we  fight with the neighbourhood vegetable hawker over a rupee but gladly  pay a premium in some restaurant without batting an eyelid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had  planned to stretch it to some more questions, but the mind refuses to  think&lt;/li&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/4675607368898671214-8651316215914207777?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8651316215914207777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/06/ever-wondered.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/8651316215914207777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/8651316215914207777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/06/ever-wondered.html' title='Ever wondered...'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-3023251115504728695</id><published>2010-06-13T09:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-13T09:13:10.687+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>There we are again!!!</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought, I was where I wanted to be, the games begin  &amp;amp; a cloud of uncertainty prevails...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me how the  past few years of my life have changed me... And now it can't seem to be  undone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contradictions galore... The mind just can't seem to  decide where it wants to go &amp;amp; what it's willing to shell out in the  bargain... Everything comes at a cost, I know... But why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things  do get lonely at times... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've hardly believed in love... For  me it is too ephemeral a feeling to go beyond a crush or a clumsy  infatuation... Call me over-the-top pragmatic or whatever but I've  realized that it takes a lot to see yourself in love... Maybe love is  over-hyped or maybe it isn't meant for me... I do not know but I cannot  ignore the value of companionship... I guess it is this yearn to be not  alone that drives people to seek love... Often I've read that love is  not about finding the perfect one, but in finding perfection in the one  you love... too idealistic if you ask me... And yet I wonder at times  when I'm alone if love would have filled this void... I remember when I  wanted to know the difference between love &amp;amp; friendship, people  quickly pointed out - it was s e x... So, if a person isn't interested  in that or is getting enough of it; can friendship suffice for love?  I'll never understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously out of my senses, is all I  can say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to push things... I believe they should take  their natural course... This laid-back attitude has me cost me many  times before but I can't seem to be otherwise... It takes a lot from me  to move out of my equilibrium, to try &amp;amp; change... Yet somehow to  fill in the gap between desires &amp;amp; reality, change is a must...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With immense effort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABHISHEK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-3023251115504728695?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3023251115504728695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-we-are-again.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3023251115504728695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3023251115504728695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-we-are-again.html' title='There we are again!!!'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-4351557802242083098</id><published>2010-06-11T18:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-11T18:38:35.747+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#Engineering #new face of life'/><title type='text'>Finally Came To Kno!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;Something in my life for  the first time i felt,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;like taken aback from all  my strength,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;Some feeling struck me for the first time i guess,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;like pushed down upon to  the deepest darkness,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;Tears rolled down my eyes  for the first time i knew,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;that made me almost cry not  actually knowin what for they are,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;Joy abonded my days for the  first time i've seen,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;that left me pain worsening  my condition to death,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;Searching i sat all the day  for the first time as never before,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;not even knowing for what i  was searching for,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;Thinking i was all my way for the first time i think,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;not even knowing what to  think about,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;Dreaming became my routine for the first time in my life,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;knowing even that they  don't come true,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;Worrying i stay all throughout for the first time ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;knowing nothing wrong will  happen...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;Time slowly passed away,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;Days started going on,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;One by one leaving me all  alone,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;once again bringing all these things back,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;i groped all my way,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;wishing to kno,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;why actually they happend &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;what actually they mean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;Finally making me helpless,worried,lonely n hopeless...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;Came the answer from my  heart saying...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bbc_center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong class="bbc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;"I MISS U  DEAR FRIEND"&lt;/span&gt;&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/4675607368898671214-4351557802242083098?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4351557802242083098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/06/finally-came-to-kno.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/4351557802242083098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/4351557802242083098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/06/finally-came-to-kno.html' title='Finally Came To Kno!'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-8909066637953872875</id><published>2010-05-25T17:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-25T17:53:27.826+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>once again</title><content type='html'>oh no!! it seems like just yesterday&amp;nbsp; that our exams got over,and already  v hv the new datesheet in hand..wonder when all this is going to  end..or even more importantly..if i m going to last that long! as one of  my fren says.."exams hi to hain,kaun-sa kumbh ka mela hai jo 12 yrs  baad aata hai.."..so y worry, and btw this time is our final sem and have only 4 papers ! then again..there's the father's of all positive  sayings.. "examiner marks hi to katega, gala to nahi!" (the examiner can  do only so much as cut marks, not our throats!!) hmm..that's another  positive way of looking at exams! hope i can just remember all this when  the D-day does arrive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-8909066637953872875?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8909066637953872875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/05/once-again.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/8909066637953872875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/8909066637953872875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/05/once-again.html' title='once again'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-1642917920510112729</id><published>2010-05-18T19:17:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:41:54.475+05:30</updated><title type='text'>optimism ...(continue post 99)</title><content type='html'>HELLO ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; last time i wrote a post on "OPTIMISM ,REALISM&amp;nbsp; and PESSIMISM..." and one of my frenz or blog visitor swati suggest me for more explanation so i am writing here more..not sure that this is too much good ..i love when visitors read my post and mail me for expecting more from me for write better ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OPTIMISM&lt;br /&gt;Am in search of!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its absolutely situational and  short lived. The art of positive thinking they say, and at times the  art of consoling n lying to ones own self –that’s what I say.&lt;br /&gt;Ask  those optimists, have they tasted the bitter failure, if yes then must  have experienced the joy of success as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if u find  yourself in dark unending tunnels.&lt;br /&gt;Of course you’ll try to tunnel out  of the dark; but how long …there’s a limit to everybody’s patients …………&lt;br /&gt;I’ve  been trying though haven’t yet succeeded&lt;br /&gt;But yeah!! The dark has  tunneled through me, turning me into a pessimist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANGE- that  I’ll never was what I was determined of…&lt;br /&gt;Though outwardly I haven’t  yet ; the same old happy-go-lucky natured, confident, strong, ever  smiling character for those around me, but I can feel changes cropping  inside me.&lt;br /&gt;One, who never believed in luck, destiny, has now stopped  believing in hard work ‘cause hard work is rewarded at-times n not  always. It’s your fate….how long it takes to journey till you reach that  one desired end…&lt;br /&gt;What matters is not talent but luck, what matters  is not dedication but the final result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXPECTATION-is the root  cause of all heartbreaks,&lt;br /&gt;I being an ordinary man can’t stop  expecting though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY ARE THOSE WHO EXPECT NOTHING AND WORK FOR  SELF-SATISFACTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A philosophical statement with not an inch  of practicality in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY ARE THOSE WHO ARE OPTIMISTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being  of a technical field, am into the habit of categorizing everything into  distinct sections…………so are OPTIMISTS, exactly of 3 kinds-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First  are those- born in luxury, riches, for them SUCCESS is a thing to be  bought.&lt;br /&gt;Second, being the luckiest ones (in my view), their life has  been a perfect balance of bright summers to gloomy autumns to romantic  monsoons. It’s they who say-keep faith and you’ll surely get  it…everything will someday be fine…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy you, your fate my  friend…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third being the liars, sad at heart…. knowing nothing’s  going to be fine but still consoling self saying goal is hiding behind  the next U-turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t lie, and the first two categories isn’t  for me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessimism (as you’ve termed me to be) gives me happiness,  yes it gives!!!…’Cause it has taught me the way to live life to the  fullest in no matter how small the triumph be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PESIMIST-one who  looks to the darker side of everything, every happening, but then the  little success that they get gives them eternal bliss…this one hope  gives me the inspiration to continue counting the shadows………..there  again I’m hoping, expecting………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I can’t stop expecting, but  I’ve changed …I’ve started expecting the worst ……that’s the reason they  call me pessimist…&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU TOO?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;Abhishek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-1642917920510112729?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/1642917920510112729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/05/optimismrealism-and-pessimism_18.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/1642917920510112729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/1642917920510112729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/05/optimismrealism-and-pessimism_18.html' title='optimism ...(continue post 99)'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-3706710921562658043</id><published>2010-05-18T18:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-18T18:53:45.141+05:30</updated><title type='text'>post no.100 and a  question to myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="sb"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Hello,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sb"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The most important things with this post is that i completed 100 posts on my blog&amp;nbsp; and this is a great achievement for my self . i never thought that i can write ..and people will&amp;nbsp; read my posts . But from 2008 many peoples support me for writing ..and appreciating me with there ideas and comments . thanx to all of u and i love u alot .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recurring  question?? &lt;br /&gt;Why do I write a blog? Why should I waste my time  writing, when I am not sure whether nebody will read this? Why, at all? &lt;br /&gt;Is  this wastage of Mental Effort? No, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;Reason being......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"  A Blog a day,&lt;br /&gt;keeps the psychologist away;&lt;br /&gt;since writing a blog,&lt;br /&gt;clears  the smog and does not let your mind clog;&lt;br /&gt;of the ideas that are  crazy,&lt;br /&gt;and this makes your day as lovely as a "daisy"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope  this answers the question :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will keep on writing more!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till  next time,&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye&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/4675607368898671214-3706710921562658043?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3706710921562658043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/05/post-no-100-and-question-to-myself.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3706710921562658043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3706710921562658043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/05/post-no-100-and-question-to-myself.html' title='post no.100 and a  question to myself'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-4270000846277775024</id><published>2010-05-08T19:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-08T19:25:51.606+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive'/><title type='text'>OPTIMISM,REALISM and PESSIMISM....</title><content type='html'>"Think positive and be optimistic"...a very oftenly used  phrase..isn't it...but then sometimes i ponder upon one thing and that  is does being optimistic drags me away from being realistic...or being a  little realistic makes me a little pessimistic...because...reacting in  certain situation..any hard u try to be optimistic u r bound to be  affected by certain factors that force u to think negative and it  effects u ...some say this is being realistic..but i have never been  able to judge is it realism or is it some sort of pessimism..overcoming  the optimism...&lt;br /&gt;I am a very  optimistic boy..but when i really want someone who is  talking to me to feel positive about things...i get the statement u r  not being realistic...ofcourse i dunot want to live away from reality  but what i want is whenever i want to think what can happen in a certain  situation i want myself to just imagine a positive outcome and that too  without ignoring the actual situation or certain real life  factors..there drags in a little pessimism..when u cannot simple put  away the thought"agar aisa na hua aisa ho gaya tou"..so what is it  exactly...pessimism or a little realisation of the things around....well  i think i cannot really conclude about it because i am surrounded by  all sorts of people so the best way out is judging everything and then  making some sort of prediction and trying to make it a positive one...&lt;br /&gt;living  in fantasy world is ofcourse not welcomed but then living in a real  world and still thinking that whatever happens happens for our own good  and just putting in true efforts is what is right that is what i  feel....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;Abhishek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-4270000846277775024?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4270000846277775024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/05/optimismrealism-and-pessimism.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/4270000846277775024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/4270000846277775024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/05/optimismrealism-and-pessimism.html' title='OPTIMISM,REALISM and PESSIMISM....'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-829445331647402774</id><published>2010-05-01T07:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-01T07:51:45.612+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage aniversary'/><title type='text'>Hppy Marriage Anniversary to mom dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Love and                  marriage&lt;br /&gt;has been a long and difficult road. &lt;br /&gt;Faith has been your carriage, &lt;br /&gt;God has lightened your load.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Together                   you have progressed &lt;br /&gt;to your 29th year, &lt;br /&gt;with the words of God &lt;br /&gt;whispering in your ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Your  one                  life together &lt;br /&gt;has you both united, &lt;br /&gt;but the joys to come &lt;br /&gt;have just been sighted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I  love you                  both &lt;br /&gt;for being young at heart &lt;br /&gt;and making an oath &lt;br /&gt;never to depart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;You  belong                  &lt;br /&gt;side by side, &lt;br /&gt;your passion strong &lt;br /&gt;with nothing to hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;God  bless                  you two,&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;song of the moment : dil ku mera shor kare ..idhar nahi udhar nahi , teri or chaley&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-829445331647402774?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/829445331647402774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/05/hppy-marriage-anniversary-to-mom-dad.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/829445331647402774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/829445331647402774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/05/hppy-marriage-anniversary-to-mom-dad.html' title='Hppy Marriage Anniversary to mom dad'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-7268580801842118561</id><published>2010-04-30T08:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-30T08:38:03.499+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>No Title</title><content type='html'>I am thinking – when i can go for a long vacation and roam the world  doing random things, a new day, a new routine , that way i'll never be bored&lt;br /&gt;I  said – a lot but I don't quite remember anything&lt;br /&gt;I want – the best.  If you aim for something then it better be the best or don't aim at all&lt;br /&gt;I  wish – for the impossible.&lt;br /&gt;I miss – school&lt;br /&gt;I hear – the ringing  in my ears, the keyboard and a lot more&lt;br /&gt;I wonder – about mathematics  and why I couldn't be better at it.&lt;br /&gt;I regret – sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I am – a  genius. &lt;br /&gt;I sing – to myself, all the time. &lt;br /&gt;I dance – slowly to  begin with and then through the night. &lt;br /&gt;I am not – a compulsive  talker but you may get the feeling at times.&lt;br /&gt;I write – because I want to be express myself .&lt;br /&gt;I hate – people who think they know everything. &lt;br /&gt;I  confuse – emotions. &lt;br /&gt;I should – stop being so lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-7268580801842118561?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7268580801842118561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/04/i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/7268580801842118561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/7268580801842118561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/04/i.html' title='No Title'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-8584609339822646699</id><published>2010-04-18T19:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-25T09:47:19.560+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. dunno why&amp;nbsp; am feelin all paranoid... i just feel i cant understand  myself at times- my thoughts or my moods..or anything.. at times thou.. i  think i understand others pretty well, but when it comes to me at times...  i just dont know.. ya, i know am makin no sense.. anyways..heres a poem i  adore ..dat i wrote fcorz ;) no i dint rite it now.. jus felt like  readin it.. it kinda comforts me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, alone, I stand by the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking, who's really there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In moments of triumph,I'm surrounded by many,&lt;br /&gt;But, in sadness, I just can't find any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucess and riches, is this what all the&lt;br /&gt;world wants?&lt;br /&gt;Gold and money, how long do they last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone we come into this world, alone we&lt;br /&gt;depart.&lt;br /&gt;Does it mean we should be alone, as long as&lt;br /&gt;life lasts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely here I am, I wonder alone-&lt;br /&gt;Why is not anyone here?, when I really need&lt;br /&gt;some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engulfed in the waves of sadness and misery,&lt;br /&gt;My heart cries and bleeds, heard by no one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, all I was and will be, is&lt;br /&gt;alone... alone... as long as life lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;ABHI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-8584609339822646699?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8584609339822646699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/04/alone.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/8584609339822646699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/8584609339822646699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/04/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-2132881628370888762</id><published>2010-04-15T09:45:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-15T10:13:32.275+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yar mila de'/><title type='text'>bichde dost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday I went&amp;nbsp; to &lt;b&gt;Vibhuti&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Gaurav&lt;/b&gt; home , my best friend and my neighbour&amp;nbsp; from school day. After so so many years. Ever since we not passed&amp;nbsp; skool, we were not in touch for various reasons. vibhuti&amp;nbsp; is&amp;nbsp; also into &lt;b&gt;engineering&lt;/b&gt; in jaipur&amp;nbsp; from some other college and Gaurav preparing for &lt;b&gt;CA&lt;/b&gt;. Then there was a phase for about&amp;nbsp; 8 yrs in between when I had no clue about them . And now thanx to facebook which helps us to meet once again .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Was so damn nice to talk to them. Talked about a lot of things ranging from skool days, to our lives in college and to our present scenarios. And gaurav&amp;nbsp; was pretty happy abt the fact I cared to find his number and call him for a nice meet . Hopefully, atleast we will be in touch from now on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thanku to &lt;b&gt;facebook&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; - Wouldn't have been possible without it !! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;current track:&lt;/b&gt;Jaane kyun (jaane kyun) dil jantha hai&lt;br /&gt;Tu hai toh, I’ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;(I’ll be alright, I’ll be alright)&lt;br /&gt;Jaane kyun (jaane kyun) dil jantha hai&lt;br /&gt;(yeh, yeh ,yeh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-2132881628370888762?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2132881628370888762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/04/bichde-dost.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/2132881628370888762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/2132881628370888762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/04/bichde-dost.html' title='bichde dost'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-386286015766308472</id><published>2010-04-15T07:51:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-15T19:00:51.289+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satisfaction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desires'/><title type='text'>~SATISFACTION(desires never ends)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A thought..... isn't it weird that we always want something that does not seem to be coming our way. We crave... we hungry for something that we do not have..... but i guess that's the logic of it... we don't have it so we crave for it and if we had it... would we want more of it or the more we have of somethin.. the less we want to have the more of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange! don't you think? Why are we never satisfied? The more we get.. the more we want.. or we want something different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-386286015766308472?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/386286015766308472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/04/sattisfactiondesires-never-ends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/386286015766308472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/386286015766308472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/04/sattisfactiondesires-never-ends.html' title='~SATISFACTION(desires never ends)'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-1684718602572017759</id><published>2010-04-03T16:43:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:08:52.199+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>mOODy ,unhappy mOODyI</title><content type='html'>I am really unhappy really moody about my body, my health...&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why? I just feeling unwell feeling something wrong on my body almost a week !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fever, last Saturday but gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still.............&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;WHY????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I still feeling dizzy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I still feeling extremely tired??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I still feeling extremely sleepy?? some more can sleep almost 24 hours! &lt;span style="color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;(excessive! really excessive!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I " wee wee" and " big big" bleeding lot???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong actually happening inside my body??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc; font-style: italic;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;, the person I scare the most to visit. I gotta checking body but no dare to accept what doctor got to tell me... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crying hard. Because I feeling that I lost my way... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;I need someone beside me to accompany me! I no dare to do my ownself, alone... That's really scary~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what else could I share on my blog, but I got to stop here.. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS! take care....~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-1684718602572017759?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/1684718602572017759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/04/moody-unhappy-moodyi.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/1684718602572017759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/1684718602572017759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/04/moody-unhappy-moodyi.html' title='mOODy ,unhappy mOODyI'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-4155577809215570584</id><published>2010-04-02T16:44:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-25T09:57:35.377+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='albela mind'/><title type='text'>My Brain and its ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: small;"&gt;Hi kaise ho ji ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking that now that I have started my blog post , there should be things that make it a good read. My mind kept coming up with weird ideas. &lt;br /&gt;1. Write book reviews! - For that Ill have to keep reading many books. Rejected.&lt;br /&gt;2. Write Bollywood Masala and gossips - too common on blogs! Rejected.&lt;br /&gt;3. Write latest Political updates - If they read what I write, they will  do my encounter. Rejected.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put Beautiful Natural Pictures - Boring. Rejected.&lt;br /&gt;5. Write my feelings and emotions -  I dont think anybody else, except me would be interested. Rejected.&lt;br /&gt;6. Write my daily routine in detail - Will take lot of time.Rejected.&lt;br /&gt;7. Put in pictures of cockroach (yes that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; come to my mind). Eeeuu.... Rejected.&lt;br /&gt;8. Write something interesting that I did today. umm.... well...... ok..... done. Accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from today onwards, I will write say about 5 lines on something interesting that I did in the day and if i dont get anything interesting to write i will write something computer suffs! hee hee! At least it will add to my archive of daily activities for my own future reference.  So my next post is on what I did today. Have not really thought about that as yet. Anyways enjoy reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers! &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/4675607368898671214-4155577809215570584?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4155577809215570584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-brain-and-its-ideas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/4155577809215570584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/4155577809215570584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-brain-and-its-ideas.html' title='My Brain and its ideas'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-7298723549400211656</id><published>2010-04-02T12:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-02T13:03:33.190+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>ye hosla kaise juke ...(dor)</title><content type='html'>I have been listening this music motivation from morning . I like it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A Ray of Hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful movie and a beautiful song ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Hosla Kaise Juke,&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Aarzoo Kaise Ruke - 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manzil Muskil to kya,&lt;br /&gt;Bundla Sahil to kya,&lt;br /&gt;Tanha Ye Dil to Kya&lt;br /&gt;Ho Hooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raah Pe Kante Bikhre agar,&lt;br /&gt;Uspe to phir bhi chalna hi hai,&lt;br /&gt;Saam Chhupale Suraj magar,&lt;br /&gt;Raat ko ek din Dhalana hi hai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rut ye tal jayegi,&lt;br /&gt;Himmat rang layegi,&lt;br /&gt;Subha phir aayegi&lt;br /&gt;Hoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Hosla Kaise Juke,&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Aarzoo Kaise Ruke - 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hogi hame to rehmat ada,&lt;br /&gt;Dhup kategi saaye tale,&lt;br /&gt;Apni khuda se hai ye Dua,&lt;br /&gt;Manzil lagale humko gale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zurrat so baar rahe,&lt;br /&gt;Uncha Ikraar rahe,&lt;br /&gt;Zinda har pyar rahe&lt;br /&gt;Hoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Hosla Kaise Juke,&lt;br /&gt;Yeh Aarzoo Kaise Ruke - 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-7298723549400211656?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7298723549400211656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/04/ye-hosla-kaise-juke-dor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/7298723549400211656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/7298723549400211656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/04/ye-hosla-kaise-juke-dor.html' title='ye hosla kaise juke ...(dor)'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-3797406107131206381</id><published>2010-03-28T10:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-28T10:15:13.639+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Smile..</title><content type='html'>why, oh! why do i smile without a reason?&lt;br /&gt;need there a reason for a smile to bloom?&lt;br /&gt;it jumps, it dances, it turns n twists&lt;br /&gt;around the corers of my lips&lt;br /&gt;n whoa! thers a smile as big as any I've seen&lt;br /&gt;that shines on my lips n twinkles in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;a smile from the inner self, a smile from the divine&lt;br /&gt;a smile that unites my heart n soul as one..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wel, smile... cos life is beautiful, even thou v do not always acknowledge the fact. as u can c, my poems r eithr very sad or very happy n dats cos dat is wen a poem flows out. its like, wen im all blue, i jus write a poem, anywhere... n anythin i can find to write it on, n then my sadness n glum disappear... im all smilin again. n wen im jumpin wid joy, its time fr a poem again. the beauty of poems is amzing.. they express more than mere words ever can. i may nt b a gud poet or anythin, but i dont care, i write cos i luv to... n i luv wat i write...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-3797406107131206381?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3797406107131206381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/smile.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3797406107131206381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3797406107131206381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/smile.html' title='The Smile..'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-420940878304189279</id><published>2010-03-26T01:38:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:40:39.305+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My girlfriend is suffering from cancer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;was talking to her suddenly she fainted. I ran and brought some water and sprinkled over her and she got up. She was in a terrible shape. She kept fainting every fifteen minutes or so. I was so scared ,though I am not a doctor I tried to give her some medicines which barely worked. She started fainting every minute or so now. I now brought my tools and started operating her only to find that a her left lung was not working. I changed her lung with my neighbor's girlfriend but she still wasnt able to get up. She probably went into a coma. After some ten hours I again tried to use my surgical skills played around with the lungs and stuff and suddenly an idea struck me I took out and replaced some veins and there she was talking to me .... barely a few moments passed and she went back to coma again ... there were some important things about my term paper she remebered so I took out her brain and implanted it in my neihgbor's girlfriend's head and was able to trace that info. Now I am really busy and have given up on my medical skills... so after my&amp;nbsp; final sem&amp;nbsp; I plan to call a doctor to see my girlfriend o.She is still in coma. I dont feel like getting into my room where she is resting. And its because of this I was not able to update my blog all these days. Pals please pray for my girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;( Hope u had fun reading it ... my girlfriend= my computer(lappy), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;lung=RAM(1gb WITH 2 OS , brain=harddisk(allmost overflow with data), veins=jumpers )&lt;br /&gt;My comp is all messed up :(( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-420940878304189279?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/420940878304189279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-girlfriend-is-suffering-from-cancer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/420940878304189279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/420940878304189279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-girlfriend-is-suffering-from-cancer.html' title='My girlfriend is suffering from cancer.'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-4265639232846212715</id><published>2010-03-18T10:14:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-18T10:22:42.613+05:30</updated><title type='text'>thanx alot!!</title><content type='html'>this post is just 2 thank all those ppl who hv taken the time 2 go thru  this blog ..splly those who hv encouraged me with all those  comments..some of them hv posted it on this page itself..and some of  them gave me their feedback either personally or thru messengers n  mails..and thanx r also due in large measure 2 my dear roomies and my familiy who allow  me 2 hv the lion's share of time on the sys........ all this gives me  more confidence 2 voice my thoughts, and b more true 2 myself....thanks  again!!  &lt;br /&gt;vaise, surfing generally, at least i formed the impression  that there r mainly 3 types of professionals who r majorly into  blogging..  ppl related 2 journalism,advertising n s/w  professionals...mayb it's just coz i hv been 2 only such blogs..but i hv  yet 2 come across a doctor's / scientist's / painter's / advocate's/engineer's  blog...... i mean..there r sooooo.... many professions ... then how come  all bloggers turn out 2 b from one of these 3 fields...it's not as if  these ppl r "vella/lukha"(--&amp;gt; free,with no work 2 do, that's what T  told me this word means ) hmmmm...  reasons..anyone?? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-4265639232846212715?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4265639232846212715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/thanx-alot.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/4265639232846212715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/4265639232846212715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/thanx-alot.html' title='thanx alot!!'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-4347473641654010021</id><published>2010-03-15T23:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:50:43.597+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social network'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><title type='text'>Networking not Networking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Social networks are  the order of the day. Since the time internet fever caught up and  broadband connections were made available in common households the world  has found a need to connect (which is good!). So the social network  sites became very powerful. You found some, some found you, and before  you knew, almost everyone you knew and perhaps would you smile at when  you meet, was on your friend’s list. But then you started noticing that  you were getting repeated scraps from people who are on your friend’s  list but not exactly “friends”, asking the same “hey! How are you?” How  many times do you want to answer the same question when you know they  are more concerned about the number of scraps they can boast of  (apparently commensurate with popularity quotient) than any concern to  your good health or the lack of it? And then you get automatically  logged on to some messenger and then someone wants to chat too. You have  matured (“aged” was the first choice of word) a little, have no  patience for chatting, so-what if you accepted a friend request from the  person in question. So then you found out there is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;brahmastra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; available which you  took pretty long to figure out - the life savior “invisible” mode. Now  you can log on with ease without the fear of getting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;caught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and do all the  browsing you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You are basking in the glory of having fooled  this world and in some time you realize if you are ignoring the world,  the world is not taking any particular interest in you either. Out of  sight out of mind you see. Ah! This is not working too well now. So you  start writing into scrapbooks here and there, comment on photos that  were uploaded like six months back. You don’t even get immediate  responses. You are perplexed why every one has decided to close doors on  you. You avoided some but you did not really avoid most. So the prized  answer finally comes out in someone’s reply - “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;by the way I don’t  come here too often. FB is much better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;”. When you get a  similar answer from three different people, you know where the world is  concentrating these days. So you too try to go to FB. But then the  realization strikes, not the entire world this time. Be careful. Since  you consider yourself quite a techno savvy person, you know account  creation is just a few steps. You immediately create an account and  click on all the buttons that appear and will create no delay. So your  account is ready, but by then accidentally, since default was checked,  you ended up announcing your arrival and sending invites to your entire  contact list in the mail service you are using. So everyone in the world  not only is aware of your arrival, also has a request from you to add  them as a friend. They oblige, and you have more than a hundred friends  before you remember logging on next time. Good job, lucky you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;By the way FB is complicated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt; &lt;span class="fn"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt;&lt;a class="timestamp-link" href="http://conversationsandthediary.blogspot.com/2009/10/networking-not-working.html" linkindex="31" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link"&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2009-10-28T13:26:00-07:00"&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-4347473641654010021?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4347473641654010021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/networking-not-networking.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/4347473641654010021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/4347473641654010021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/networking-not-networking.html' title='Networking not Networking'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-5992775268968166810</id><published>2010-03-14T13:19:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-29T08:31:54.040+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>IPL ALA RE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/SeWScUzssJI/AAAAAAAAAro/VBhnF0u2iT4/s1600-h/untitled79231.jpg" linkindex="15" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324823149755019410" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/SeWScUzssJI/AAAAAAAAAro/VBhnF0u2iT4/s320/untitled79231.jpg" style="display: block; height: 250px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people.!! &lt;br /&gt;IPL aaya re bhago re bhago... err ye hume nahi sare serials ko kehne chahiye!! Aaj main IPL ke bare me net surf kar rahA thA, to I got to know ki IPL ne pichle saal, with a TRP of 8.21, sare serials &amp;amp; TV shows ka tyre puncture kiya tha!! Yani mere Jaani, ye bacchon ke khelne ki cheez nahi hai lag jaey to badi zor ki lagti hai... IPL is a new form of crickte all together with 20-20 jisse zyaada suspence nahi hote, glamour - bollywood stars, SRK, Juhi, Preity,shilpa,katrina .... and NOW Miss WOW... Deepika in opening ceremony! Paisa - IPL bidding me sare rich log baap re baap and thumkas by apne Cheer Leaders!! and what not yaar, I must say IPL is one huge total masal movie... what say??&lt;br /&gt;WITH CHEERS&lt;br /&gt;ABHISHEK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-5992775268968166810?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5992775268968166810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/04/ipl-ala-reserila-ka-band-baja-dalega-re.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/5992775268968166810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/5992775268968166810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/04/ipl-ala-reserila-ka-band-baja-dalega-re.html' title='IPL ALA RE'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/SeWScUzssJI/AAAAAAAAAro/VBhnF0u2iT4/s72-c/untitled79231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-1940706943705303639</id><published>2010-03-10T19:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-10T19:39:33.593+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wo roye toh bahut ..(Guest post )</title><content type='html'>A young generation shaayari...by my close friend&amp;nbsp; . So, it is also first guestpost on my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo roye toh bahut par mere samne roye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tod kar chale gaye dil kuch aaisa, ke fir kabhi laut ke  na aaye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mere saamna na kar paye woh mere tasveer ke tukde,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par meri tasveer ka orkut,facebook,kodakgallery,picaasa, har jagah se namo&lt;br /&gt;nishan mitta ke chale gaye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padha tha ek fwd mail, ke orkut ki khoj kuch isstarah hui..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissine apne pyar ko pane ke liye aakhi website bana dali..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roj dhundte hai hum apne pyar ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ussi website pe kabhi iss friend ke profile mein ja kar, kabhi uss friend ke&lt;br /&gt;profile mein jhak kar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par unhe toh jaana tha, woh chale gaye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaise gaye ke dubara contact karne ka jariya bina chode chale gaye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khud ki tasveer ka orkut,facebook,kodakgallery,picaasa, har jagah se namo&lt;br /&gt;nishan mitta ke chale gaye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-1940706943705303639?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/1940706943705303639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/wo-roye-toh-bahut-guest-post-b.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/1940706943705303639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/1940706943705303639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/wo-roye-toh-bahut-guest-post-b.html' title='Wo roye toh bahut ..(Guest post )'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-3425376411924129402</id><published>2010-03-10T19:29:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-26T16:25:43.930+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animation'/><title type='text'>UP Movie Review( Animated)</title><content type='html'>fantastic movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 70 year Old man ties thousand of balloons to his house and sets to experience the wilds of South America for her sweet heart wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this journey he is accompanied by a small Scout of 7 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humour, love and affection all packed in this 2 hour journey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A must watch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-3425376411924129402?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3425376411924129402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/up-movie-review-animated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3425376411924129402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3425376411924129402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/up-movie-review-animated.html' title='UP Movie Review( Animated)'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-2249967625040321670</id><published>2010-03-10T19:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-10T23:17:20.034+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interview'/><title type='text'>A scene in Telephonic Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Is kahani ke saare paatra "real" hain.Inka vastavikta ke saath "poora"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sabandh hain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Satya Ghatna par adarit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Interviewer: So Abhishek, How Will you rate yourself in core Java.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abhishek: 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interviewer was astonigh at his reply, he though what a confident candidate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; out of 5, he is rating himself 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Interviewer (Impressed) :Abhishek so you rate yourself 6 out of 5 inCoreJava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Abhishek(Quicly) : I rate myself 6 out of 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interviewer(relieved) : Why Abhishek, why so less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abhishek(Immediately) : Abe pehe question to pooch, yeh less bhi tujhe more hi lagega(man me bola)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-2249967625040321670?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2249967625040321670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/scene-in-telephonic-interview.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/2249967625040321670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/2249967625040321670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/03/scene-in-telephonic-interview.html' title='A scene in Telephonic Interview'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-720467835244938931</id><published>2010-02-08T14:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-08T14:55:56.560+05:30</updated><title type='text'>NO. 8  AND ME</title><content type='html'>It's about me again..(yes! I love myself and I love tags :P) this time tagged by Abhishek.. So here we go..&lt;br /&gt;8 THINGS I AM PASSIONATE ABOUT ..&lt;br /&gt;Friends.. (makes life worthwhile..)&lt;br /&gt;Love.. (born to be loved :) ..)&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates.. (aah! yummy..)&lt;br /&gt;Music.. (what's life without music..)&lt;br /&gt;Footwear.. (stylish boy mostly canvas shoes :P)&lt;br /&gt;Key rings.. (just like that.. I like them..)&lt;br /&gt;caps..(Denim , and wollen round) &lt;br /&gt;Small small gifts given by some ones.. (Yes! I save them all for years to come.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 THINGS I WANNA DO BEFORE/TILL I DIE...&lt;br /&gt;To live in a silent corner of her heart and make her smile..&lt;br /&gt;To have a charming boy *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;To live..&lt;br /&gt;To love..&lt;br /&gt;To travel around the world..&lt;br /&gt;To laugh till my tummy pains..&lt;br /&gt;To spend time with her.. doesn't matter if its after 10-15 years down the line..&lt;br /&gt;To learn how to make a round chapati.. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 THINGS I SAY OFTEN...&lt;br /&gt;..Acha..&lt;br /&gt;..ufff..&lt;br /&gt;..ouch..&lt;br /&gt;..shitt..&lt;br /&gt;..wow..&lt;br /&gt;..pukka..&lt;br /&gt;..hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;..chal phut.&lt;br /&gt;..sacchi muchhhi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 SONGS I COULD LISTEN TO OVER N OVER AGAIN…&lt;br /&gt;Tere bina jiya jaye na(lata)......&lt;br /&gt;kal ho na ho(sad version).. ..&lt;br /&gt;Tum itna jo muskura rahe ho.. kya gham hai jisko chupa rahe ho..&lt;br /&gt;Tum bin jaoo kaha.. ki duniya mei aake.. kuch bhi na chaha sanam tumko chah ke..&lt;br /&gt;Lagan lagi tumseman ki lagan ..lagan lagi tumse man ki lagan..&lt;br /&gt;pyar ka pehla khat likhne me waqt to lagta hai...&lt;br /&gt;chura liya hai tumne jo dil ko ..najar nahi churana sanam.....&lt;br /&gt;dikhai diye yun ..ki bekhud kiya ..hume aapse fir juda kar chale.. &lt;br /&gt;Jab koi bat bigad jaye..jab koi mushkil pad jaye tum dena sath mera... *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the moment: goonja sa hai ek tara ..ek tara(wake up sid)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-720467835244938931?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/720467835244938931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-8-and-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/720467835244938931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/720467835244938931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-8-and-me.html' title='NO. 8  AND ME'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-3596203440002512240</id><published>2010-02-08T12:30:00.016+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-25T11:06:21.870+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fresh air'/><title type='text'>A beautiful day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The sun is playing hide and seek with clouds.. leaves were dancing with the wind.. flowers smiling and gazing at the sky ..as waiting for the rain drops to kiss them.. looks as everything was new and fresh today.. full of life.. just like me.. brimming with joy.. yes!! 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#93c47d;"&gt;jate palo ki goonj sun raha tha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;panchi ban pal uad chale..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;yaadon ke kaarva ban chale..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;uadta waqt kab haath aata hai..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;lekin yaadon ko kaon juda kar paata hai..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;aaya jo mehmaan banke uske aangan mei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;faila di baahein usne unke swaagat mei..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;mehmaan bankar aaya to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;mehmaan bankar hi rehna..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;meri zindagi par tum..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;phir saaya na karna..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;mushkil se maine ye hosla paya hai..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;khud se nazre milayi aur..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;zindagi se ishq ladaya hai..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;na doonga apni takdeer ab.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;mei tumhare haath mei..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;savaroonga har pal.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;ab apne hi andaaz mei..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Song of the moment: &lt;i&gt;Bhooli hui yaadon.. ab itna na satao.. ab chain se mujhae rehne do.. mere paas na aao.. &lt;/i&gt;*smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed bgcolor="#000" flashvars="theTheme=silver&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/f953e769-9557-46b3-929b-ff3b995983f0&amp;amp;theName=Khamoshi-Humne Dekhi Hai-lata-hemant kumar&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf" height="94" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="328"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-7411721736296605682?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7411721736296605682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/01/thodi-gumsum-sa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/7411721736296605682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/7411721736296605682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/01/thodi-gumsum-sa.html' title='ME OR MERI YAADEIN'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-6367144925201651793</id><published>2010-01-25T19:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-25T10:26:54.814+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SILENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;They were looking at eachother.. without uttering a single word.. as thoughts were hitting her hard.. slowly she held her hand and they sat like that for hours.. a pin drop silence.. listening to eachothers heartbeat.. enjoying the rhythm of togetherness.. after a long pause.. she said i understand.. and hugged her tight.. and they smiled.. she was feeling better now.. a happiness of being understood was glowing her face.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When most people cant even understand your words .. there are few who can understand your silence.. and we call them our friends.. a true friend.. who not only understands what you say but also knows what you dont say at times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was none other than her best friend.. the one with whom she can talk for hours without uttering a single word.. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the moment: &lt;i&gt;Humne dekhi hai un aankhon ki mehakti khushboo.. haath se chooke use rishto ka ilzaam na do.. ek ahsaas hai ye rooh se mehsoos karo..&lt;/i&gt; *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed bgcolor="#000" flashvars="theTheme=silver&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/f953e769-9557-46b3-929b-ff3b995983f0&amp;amp;theName=Khamoshi-Humne Dekhi Hai-lata-hemant kumar&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf" height="94" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="328"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-6367144925201651793?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6367144925201651793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/01/silence.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/6367144925201651793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/6367144925201651793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/01/silence.html' title='SILENCE'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-7044008648381744698</id><published>2010-01-25T19:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-25T10:27:49.087+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MOMENT OF LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;They were best of friends.. a lovely.. healthy friendship.. so many people used to envy them.. so many wished for same.. they say.. both are blessed in special way.. time passed by.. days changed into years.. and one day the one told the other a wish.. to take a right turn at a crossroad of life.. the other denied.. and took a different road.. but the one kept walking beside.. in a hope that one day things will change.. and after a long wait.. came the day when they were at another crossroad again.. and the one asked.. so you still wanna take a different road.. or we can take a right turn now.. or should we keep walking straight.. the other thought for a moment and just held one's arm and they turned to the right... *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the moment: &lt;i&gt;yaaro dosti badi haseen hai...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed bgcolor="#000" flashvars="theTheme=silver&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/1538b04f-b9df-43b1-b7df-df3fd519e3cd&amp;amp;theName=Artist - Yaaron dosti badi hi haseen hai&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf" height="94" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="328"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-7044008648381744698?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7044008648381744698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/01/moment-of-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/7044008648381744698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/7044008648381744698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/01/moment-of-life.html' title='MOMENT OF LIFE'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-6969903491750191992</id><published>2010-01-06T22:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:54:12.813+05:30</updated><title type='text'>YEH MERA DIL...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Kal hum sabke saath khoob hase..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;aur phir der tak udas rahe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you think everything is fine around you.. you are healing at good pace.. and enjoying your today rather than crying over the past.. suddenly you wakes up one morning with a thought that.. that someone is no longer with you anymore.. that.. all those dreams and talks have no meaning now.. and then again you pity yourself.. you curse yourself why it happened to you.. and every joy of today fades away again..&lt;br /&gt;Breaking up is not an one time act.. its a process which take its very own time.. and have many setback on the way.. its something you have to do everyday.. till you wont get used to of your present.. though intensity of pain depends on how much you were attached emotionally with that someone.. the deeper was the attachment the longer it'll take to get over.. that is the reason few of us moves on so fast and few like moi hang in there even for years.. but whatever it is one should realise that things take time.. emotions and feelings don't change overnight.. one becomes a big bunch of confused nerves.. happy in one moment.. lost in next.. and its ok.. to feel that pain now and then.. few people says ..hey!! you engaged now.. so things must be different now.. hmmm.. yes!! things are different.. now i have someone to care for.. someone to think about.. now i know life wont have only one season(rainy season).. but still sometimes i feel the loss.. the loss of that someone.. but missing someone doesn't mean that the present don't have any value.. if past was a good luck ..present is a blessing..&lt;br /&gt;I know i should count my blessings rather than crying over lost luck.. and i know i will move over all this too.. if not sooner.. may be a bit late.. its just one of those mornings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beete lamhon ki parchayi se..&lt;br /&gt;khud ko na juda kar pate hai..&lt;br /&gt;door hue hum jinke dil se ..&lt;br /&gt;unse sapno mei milkar rote hai..&lt;br /&gt;palkein jab khulti hai to..&lt;br /&gt;dono naina bheege hote hai..&lt;br /&gt;na jaane kab kis khawaab mei..&lt;br /&gt;aa jao tum saamne..&lt;br /&gt;yahi soch kar kuch tohfe..&lt;br /&gt;hum sirhane rakhkar sote hai..&lt;br /&gt;subah ki pehli kiran ke saath..&lt;br /&gt;khawaabo mei tum aa jaana..&lt;br /&gt;kehte hai ki sapne subah ke..&lt;br /&gt;aksaar hi sach hote hai..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-6969903491750191992?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6969903491750191992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/01/yeh-mera-dil.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/6969903491750191992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/6969903491750191992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2010/01/yeh-mera-dil.html' title='YEH MERA DIL...'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-6723070548718080824</id><published>2009-12-31T00:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:55:56.934+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fulfillment in the New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Here’s to the outgoing year, 2009:&lt;br /&gt;May the good times live on in our memories,&lt;br /&gt;and may we learn lessons from the troubling times&lt;br /&gt;that will make us stronger and better than ever.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Here’s to 2010:&lt;br /&gt;For each and every one of you,&lt;br /&gt;may it be filled with significant steps&lt;br /&gt;toward the fulfillment of your fondest wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;In this coming new year,&lt;br /&gt;let us focus on our goals and work toward our dreams,&lt;br /&gt;and yet (smile)&lt;br /&gt;let’s all try to go with the flow a little more&lt;br /&gt;and stress a little less.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;And most important,&lt;br /&gt;(wave glass around to encompass the whole group)&lt;br /&gt;here’s to all of you.&lt;br /&gt; Appreciate yourselves and each other in the new year&lt;br /&gt;as I appreciate all of you now.&lt;br /&gt; Let’s focus on each other’s good points&lt;br /&gt;and choose to overlook minor annoyances&lt;br /&gt;to create mutual happiness and contentment in 2010.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-6723070548718080824?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6723070548718080824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/fulfillment-in-new-year.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/6723070548718080824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/6723070548718080824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/fulfillment-in-new-year.html' title='Fulfillment in the New Year'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-4129080433584445178</id><published>2009-12-31T00:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:53:18.220+05:30</updated><title type='text'>New Year’s Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Each year I resolve with the strongest intent&lt;br /&gt;To be better this year than the last.&lt;br /&gt;And I work very hard; the rules hardly get bent,&lt;br /&gt;But this discipline gets old so fast!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;But with this new year I just know I’ll win out,&lt;br /&gt;Just watch how I do and you’ll see!&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going to have yet another blowout;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be good as I know I can be.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;But, if wicked things beckon, and I’m not so strong,&lt;br /&gt;If I weaken and fall on my ast,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be thankful again that you’ll help me along&lt;br /&gt;As you have during all new years past.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I’m so grateful that you’re my (title)!  Happy New Year!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-4129080433584445178?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4129080433584445178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/4129080433584445178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/4129080433584445178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year’s Resolutions'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-5181052647762195330</id><published>2009-12-30T15:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-30T15:44:00.228+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sunsets</title><content type='html'>Life is full of sunsets,&lt;div&gt;Some rues and some upsets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The darkness of night follows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bringing uncertainty and sorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet we endure like zealots,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunrise is sure to come morrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bringing with it a new hope,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another day another chapter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life begins full circle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we follow the picture greater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-5181052647762195330?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5181052647762195330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunsets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/5181052647762195330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/5181052647762195330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunsets.html' title='Sunsets'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-7236609055352206867</id><published>2009-12-22T10:38:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-25T10:32:18.419+05:30</updated><title type='text'>baawra mann</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baawrey se mann ki dekho baawri hain baatein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baawri si dhadkanein hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baawri hain saans-ein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baawri si karwatonn se nindiya duur bhaagey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baawre se naenn-chaahe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baawre jharokhon-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baawre nazaaro- ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;takknaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baawra mann dekhne chala ek sapna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...how True.&lt;/span&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/4675607368898671214-7236609055352206867?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7236609055352206867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/baawra-mann.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/7236609055352206867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/7236609055352206867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/baawra-mann.html' title='baawra mann'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-1502188498802232439</id><published>2009-12-17T12:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-17T12:44:37.237+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well my travelling spree continued and went mom's home this week to attened my mama's weeding. As usual had lots and lots of masti... teasing the youngers, teasing mama ofcourse, taking up the responsibility of managing things, brining the whole family together.&lt;br /&gt;But the high point was when an aunty came to me and ABHISHEK beta aa gaye tum ...... every body was asking the same question... abe samne khada hoon tu aa hi gaya honga na... aneways, i didn't recognize her and smiled away... then she begun... beta tumhari shakal mere bete se bahut milti hain... kyaaaaaaaa... was what I thought.... btea jab vo sham ko aayega to saath main photo jaroor khich vana.....&lt;br /&gt;I was desparately waiting for this guy to arrive... when he did it was a moral booster... I was not as bad looking as I had thought before... he he... to be right, I didn't feel as if we looked similar but all others thought we did.... they sometimes mistook him for me... thats incredible... aneways the guy was nice... and mingled well with us... and had a gala time with him.&lt;br /&gt;Finally the day of weeding i did alot dancing with all my relatives and lot of masti wid new mami and her sister and her frenzs. I saw the incredible love b/w my mama and my mami on the day of golden night. mama was looking crazzy for going inside the room and they completing all our order (like act like as godzilla) .After one hour they completed all task which was given buy us . what happen inside the room how could i tell u....:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-1502188498802232439?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/1502188498802232439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/well-my-travelling-spree-continued-and.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/1502188498802232439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/1502188498802232439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/well-my-travelling-spree-continued-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-3301909629304380356</id><published>2009-12-17T12:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-29T08:31:05.243+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smile'/><title type='text'>Main khush hoon khamakhan......</title><content type='html'>Last morning I woke up well in time before the class and can you guess what I did in the extra time... I danced... :D.... Dancing in morning sets the dude... try it sometime... then again in the night... I was virtually droozing off... I still wanted to dance.... but didn't had the tempo to get up.... but still the feeling was the same.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think sleeping on the right time and waking early gives you the right attitude... anyways I am enjoying my new found life.. do you too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Music: Aap Close Up kyun nahin karte hain??? :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-3301909629304380356?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3301909629304380356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/main-khush-hoon-khamakhan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3301909629304380356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3301909629304380356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/main-khush-hoon-khamakhan.html' title='Main khush hoon khamakhan......'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-2843558390959407872</id><published>2009-12-17T10:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-17T10:04:52.109+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SWINEFLU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='H1N1'/><title type='text'>SWINE FLU ALERT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*** S W I N E    F L U    A L E R T ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ATTENTION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you wake up looking like this, don't go to work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/Sym0sG9yH-I/AAAAAAAAAu4/GipwCpKHxNo/s1600-h/2-729958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/Sym0sG9yH-I/AAAAAAAAAu4/GipwCpKHxNo/s320/2-729958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416058696766726114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:13;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-2843558390959407872?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2843558390959407872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/swine-flu-alert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/2843558390959407872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/2843558390959407872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/swine-flu-alert.html' title='SWINE FLU ALERT'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/Sym0sG9yH-I/AAAAAAAAAu4/GipwCpKHxNo/s72-c/2-729958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-7575564350885351599</id><published>2009-12-16T13:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:04:07.707+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A New Me</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I am writing this. There had always been a fear in me to express out myself. Not that I never tried it or faced a failure attempting to express myself. But more than that it was due to a belief that one is responsible for his own actions and thus involving someone else in the process would unnecessarily violate the eternal law of universe. Yes, I actually believed in such things and thus created an air of loneliness around me. Trying not to complicate things I ended making things difficult for those who cared for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I have become an extrovert overnite but that I have realised the importance of expressions which are so inherently a fundamental to our existence as a social being. Hope I live up to the expectations of all the people who have stood by me through the rough times. I have always cared for you. But its just that I never told you. And thats what you will see in the new me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-7575564350885351599?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7575564350885351599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/7575564350885351599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/7575564350885351599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-me.html' title='A New Me'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-3985088517280517454</id><published>2009-12-16T13:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:02:32.381+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mai aisa kyun hu?</title><content type='html'>Mai itna bada alsi hu ki chahta hu, bina aram kare hi aram ho jaye.&lt;br /&gt;Mujhe sudharna hoga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-3985088517280517454?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3985088517280517454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/mai-aisa-kyun-hu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3985088517280517454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3985088517280517454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/mai-aisa-kyun-hu.html' title='Mai aisa kyun hu?'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-7470004718509066846</id><published>2009-12-16T12:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:42:31.373+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jeevan Deti Madhushala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Manna Dey's rendering of Pt. Harivansh Rai Bachchan's &lt;em&gt;Madhushala &lt;/em&gt;has a method of taking a teatotaller to the proverbial madhushala and beg for those elusive drops. The following couplet forced yours truly to pay homage to the creative brilliance and sheer audacity of the poet given his times and the then dictums of Hindi poetry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dard nasha hai is madira ka&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vigat smritiyan saki hain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peeda mein anand jise ho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aaye meri madhushala   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two pence (All Disclamiers)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shabdon ki madira behti hai&lt;br /&gt;Beeti par hasti roti hai&lt;br /&gt;Gar jeena ho khud par hanskar&lt;br /&gt;Aao meri madhushala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jwala ko kya bhasm karoge&lt;br /&gt;Antar ko kya shant karoge&lt;br /&gt;Chingari ko surkh karati&lt;br /&gt;Pavan meri madhushala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hothon par rakhkar ek pyala&lt;br /&gt;Jap le jeevan ki too mala&lt;br /&gt;Yahi dharm hai, yahi karm hai&lt;br /&gt;Kurukshetra yeh madhushala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaad agar aa jaye koi&lt;br /&gt;Madira se kuch keh lena&lt;br /&gt;Yahi sakha hai yahi saheli&lt;br /&gt;Dard bantati madhushala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kehne ko to char deewarein&lt;br /&gt;Kuch botal kuch bheege pyale&lt;br /&gt;Peenewalon se tum poocho&lt;br /&gt;Mandir hai ya madhushala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aankhon mein jab bhar laati hai&lt;br /&gt;Chalak chalak jab tarsati hai&lt;br /&gt;Us saki ke kayi pujari&lt;br /&gt;Mook badhir yeh madhushala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prem kaho ya peeda usko&lt;br /&gt;Hriday wahi hai, bhav wahi&lt;br /&gt;Ek bar mein ek ghoont hi&lt;br /&gt;Jeevan deti madhushala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-7470004718509066846?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7470004718509066846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/jeevan-deti-madhushala.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/7470004718509066846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/7470004718509066846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/jeevan-deti-madhushala.html' title='Jeevan Deti Madhushala'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-8719512744480572931</id><published>2009-12-16T12:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-20T21:39:04.343+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Once again I am back to bloging</title><content type='html'>HI JUNTA ..WASSUP!!&lt;br /&gt;                                         &lt;br /&gt;                          After a long time perioud i am back to my personal blog. last 2 months were not good for me. I got accident on the same day of diwali and my knee fractured and also i am busy with my family for some social kind of work. But now m once again back for writing on my blog but i dont have idea what to write at this time after 2 months . lets see..when my mind is wake up and giving me some special reason for new blog post..&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;ABHI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-8719512744480572931?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8719512744480572931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/once-again-i-am-back-to-bloging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/8719512744480572931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/8719512744480572931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/once-again-i-am-back-to-bloging.html' title='Once again I am back to bloging'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-2462673722891865887</id><published>2009-10-21T07:30:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-10T10:42:46.185+05:30</updated><title type='text'>DIWALI CELEBRATION IN WHITE HOUSE PROVED THAT WE R POWERFUL AND STRONG AGAINST AMERICA</title><content type='html'>HI..me back once again on bloging after diwali vacation. This diwali is like sour-sweet experience for me(why?? me bloging about after some time). Lets come on my topic ..first time diwali is celebrated in white house wid all traditional methodology by  AMERICAN  PRESIDENT MR. BARAQ OBAMA (NOBEL PRIZE WINNER 2009 IN PEACE).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qQ8aynfOZWk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qQ8aynfOZWk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Hindus, Sikhs, Jains and Buddhists  in the United States, an epochal event transpired at the White House afternoon  that should not slip notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lead me from Untruth to Truth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lead me from  darkness to light.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lead me from death to immortality.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(from the  Brhadaranyaka Upanishad -- I.iii.28)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;As the ethereal sounds of a Hindu priest's chanting of this Sanskrit prayer  from ancient Hindu scripture filled the East Room, President Obama lit the  ceremonial White House &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;diya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; --and he used this Sanskrit word for  lamp--with dozens of Asian, Indian and Hindu Americans in attendance. Never  before had a sitting U.S. President personally celebrated the Diwali holiday,  and with that one gesture, two million Hindu Americans felt a bit more like they  belonged--one more reason to feel at home. Maybe that cliche' that all of our  diversity adds unique patches to the American quilt is not as tired as we  thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Diwali is among the most widely celebrated festivals in India  and spans all of the Dharmic religious traditions. Rows of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;diyas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, or  earthen lamps, line the homes of celebrants as prayers are offered, and for  many, a New Year on Hindu calendars is marked. For the seeker, the spiritual  significance is clear: the lamps symbolize the quest for knowledge and goodness  that mimics the inner Divine and eradicates the darkness of ignorance and false  values. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As the President said in his address, of course, one does not forget the  joyous merriment Diwali celebrations entail: fireworks light up the dark skies  of a new moon night, gifts are exchanged and sweets savored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jains mark  the holiday as a time of contemplation when the last of their  &lt;i&gt;Tirthankaras&lt;/i&gt;, the great teachers of &lt;i&gt;dharma&lt;/i&gt;, attained  liberation. Sikhs celebrate Diwali as the day that their sixth founding Guru, or  teacher, was released from the captivity of a Mughal emperor five centuries  ago.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The White House Diwali celebration tradition began during the George  W. Bush Administration. And while the day was always a boisterous affair,  despite years of requests, President Bush never attended the event, consigning  the task to cabinet members or close assistants. But for President Obama, hope  was high that he would attend the event this year--and he delivered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;THIS TIME ME REALLY IMPRAISED WITH THE KINDNESS OF MR. OBAMA .HE SHOWS THAT WHY HE DESERVE FOR ALWAYS BEST AND NOBEL PRIZE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;AKHIR AISE HI KISI KO SHANTI KA DUT NAHI KAHA JATA..HEY PPLZ WHAT DO U  THINK PLZ COMMENTS AND TELL ME ..ABOUT UR THOUGHTS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-2462673722891865887?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2462673722891865887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/10/diwali-celebration-in-white-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/2462673722891865887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/2462673722891865887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/10/diwali-celebration-in-white-house.html' title='DIWALI CELEBRATION IN WHITE HOUSE PROVED THAT WE R POWERFUL AND STRONG AGAINST AMERICA'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-4995927300546157252</id><published>2009-10-12T14:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-12T14:40:59.952+05:30</updated><title type='text'>jaisa kal tha,vaisa hi love aajkal</title><content type='html'>Imtiaz Ali se ton umeed hi ehi si…kya fillum banayi hai yaar!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Enjoy ta bahut kiti, but this movie has also set me thinking. Love aaj ho ya kal, iss vich koi farak nahi painda. In the olden times, saal beet jande si, pyaar ho &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;gaya&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; par ikk dooje di shakal nahi dekhi. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Hun…internet te chat ta 24 ghante hundi hai, par shakal sirf Katrina Kaif di nazar aundi a.&lt;span style=""&gt; Kudi apni asli pic dikhandi hi nahi.. &lt;/span&gt;HO &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;GAYA&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; NA LOVE- JAISA AAJ, WAISA HI KAL!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&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/4675607368898671214-4995927300546157252?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4995927300546157252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/10/jaisa-kal-thavaisa-hi-love-aajkal.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/4995927300546157252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/4995927300546157252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/10/jaisa-kal-thavaisa-hi-love-aajkal.html' title='jaisa kal tha,vaisa hi love aajkal'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-2992161231236399336</id><published>2009-10-09T22:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:34:29.293+05:30</updated><title type='text'>MAA (FILMO KI MAA)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;aj kal ki movie mein Maa Ka dialogue “ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;arey mujhe zyada pareshan mat karo, agar tum nahi hate to main papa ko btaungi, wo &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;phir bahut maarenge”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aur pehle ke movies mein maa ye nahi kehti thi, ki papa aayenge, wo maarenge, main btaungi, khud hi do teen zor se tha tha tha…bacha poori movie mein nahi bolta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.)&lt;/span&gt;Aajkal ki maa bache ko doctor, eng, vakeel banana chahti hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;aur pehle ki maa.... problems hi itni khadi kar deti hain ki bache ko daaku ya chor banna hi padta tha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; Kaise.....aagey pado...&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maa apne sharabi pati se ladai karti hai, pati maarne aata hai, phir bacha bechara kab tak dekhe, haar ke wo bachane aata hai, baap par haath uthata hai, maa ko agar pta hai ki pati sharabi hai, usne peeni hi peeni hai, phir kyun panga leti hai usse, aur sabse badi baat pehle ki maa ko pta hai, khane ko ghar mein kuch nahi hai aur dawai ke kharche ke liye agar uska poora parivaar raat din kaam kare phir bhi saal ke 15 ya 20 rupye ikkathe honge, phir bhi wo bimar hoti hai, usko kisne kaha tha ki baarish mein kaam karein, aur raat ke 2-2 baje tak, roti ke pone ko si si kar bimaar ho. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ab panga to bechare bache pe aa &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;gaya&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Wo dawai ki dukan par jayega, bolega mujhe dawai de do, meri maa bohut bimaar hai. dawai wala bolega koi bimaar hota hai, tabhi humare paas aata hai, kundliyan milvane thode aata hai. hain.. paise do, dawai lo… bacha bolta hai, paise to hai nahi, wo use bhaga deta hai. bacha usi dukaan se dawai ki botal utha leta hai, aur dekho bacha kitna samjhdaar hai ki use pta hai, ki yahi dawai chahiye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aur dukaandar dekho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, 20 rupye ki dawai ke peeche, lakhon ki dukaan chodh kar bhagta hai, uske peeche, chor chor kehta hua bhagta hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; aur bache ki wajah se hi maa kai baar swarg sidhaarti thi, maa ko normal khansi hoti thi aur wo navratna tel dawai samajh kar utha kar bhag jaata      hai. aur us sheeshi ko bina chamach ke sidha maa ke muh mein laga ke kehta hai, “Pi maa Pi” aur wohi jakar maa ke kidney mein reaction karta hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Iske ilaava,  aapko jo  lagta hai, vo comment karo or btao kiss tarha bache ko chor banane mein ma ka kya yogdaan tah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-2992161231236399336?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2992161231236399336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/10/maa-filmo-ki-maa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/2992161231236399336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/2992161231236399336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/10/maa-filmo-ki-maa.html' title='MAA (FILMO KI MAA)'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-3688212692174042532</id><published>2009-10-09T22:14:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:31:26.531+05:30</updated><title type='text'>bacche man k sacche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/Ss948ToJAqI/AAAAAAAAAuo/WQCgtI1VnfQ/s1600-h/p_mom_kids2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/Ss948ToJAqI/AAAAAAAAAuo/WQCgtI1VnfQ/s400/p_mom_kids2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390660256441893538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Na Bache mann k sacche Na Parents iss game main kache !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean.. We think we are so smart, so clever, so shaitaan.. and our parents realize NOTHING ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time you bunk college and say you are the most sincere student !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time you are on the phone till midnight !!!!! WINK ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time you go on a date and tell ur parents you went to a friends house .....( watta joke;-) )  !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time you are depressed after a break up and when caught crying you say u have a cold ...( LOL) !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude!! wake up! your parents know everything ! everything ! NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU HIDE.. (rite)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they are sensible enough to ignore certain things and only interfere when they think is absolutely essential !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me... Are you scared? Which is that secret you never want your parents to find out ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep It Wicked ( thats ABHI'S funda) :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-3688212692174042532?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3688212692174042532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/10/bacche-man-k-sacche.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3688212692174042532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3688212692174042532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/10/bacche-man-k-sacche.html' title='bacche man k sacche'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/Ss948ToJAqI/AAAAAAAAAuo/WQCgtI1VnfQ/s72-c/p_mom_kids2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-6536535899224309602</id><published>2009-09-28T17:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-28T17:37:09.367+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I HATE THE FOLLOWING THINGS..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/SsCm0fiRHoI/AAAAAAAAAuY/fSasdlXgt5I/s1600-h/thumbs-down51185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/SsCm0fiRHoI/AAAAAAAAAuY/fSasdlXgt5I/s400/thumbs-down51185.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386488575083748994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually successfully avoid writing self obsessed blogs..but then once in a blue moon its ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as the title suggests i am about to tell you the 10 things i hate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. well educated, polished people littering in public..CCD ki coffee peene ke baad paper mug ko apni honda city ki khidki se JLN marg par phenkna is just so disgusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. people pretending to be humble but actually not losing a single moment or opportunity to massage their own egos..grow up and let others help you out in this dept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. jo log mandiron, kirtano, jagraaton mein jaatein hain yeh dikhane ke liye woh dharmik hain, aur wahan baithkar all they discuss is kareena kapoor saif ali khan duo..come on yaar..mandir mein ho show some respect or get out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. healthy food that besides being zero fat and low on carbs is also zero taste and low on temptation scale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Double standards..people who have a seperate yardstick for themselves and others..cheating cheating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People with zero sense of humour, jinke saamne har baat sambhalkar bolni padti hai, pata nahi kis baat ka bura maan jayein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. the human broadcasting machines..people who talk to you only to get some information out, manipulate it and spread it like mad forest fire..beta kisi din bure phansoge..your past victims will surely have the last laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Random people asking personal questions, a very very weird and bad habit..one must know their limits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I am always right attitude..tumhe kya bhagwaan ne kaan mein aakar bola tha ki jo bhi bologe woh bhagwaan ki aawaz hogi, hain bolo bolo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. roz roz college jana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-6536535899224309602?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6536535899224309602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-following-things.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/6536535899224309602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/6536535899224309602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-following-things.html' title='I HATE THE FOLLOWING THINGS..'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/SsCm0fiRHoI/AAAAAAAAAuY/fSasdlXgt5I/s72-c/thumbs-down51185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-6473907303446334153</id><published>2009-09-24T12:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:08:50.623+05:30</updated><title type='text'>confusion ...confusion ...confusion</title><content type='html'>Some times i go in critical condition. Some times m thinking about situational drama.&lt;br /&gt;Now a days m passin through a critical condition which is very big problem of mine from my childhood ..its only name "confusion ka keeda". Yes this confusion ka keeda always making me seek. M always confused ..when i decide to do soomething new, at the last last time m reaching at the condition where i have two solution of my  problem and m really confused for choosing better one.What to do ..i know..."right time pe right decision making ....make a man perfect and success" .But m not a Mr. perfectionist . M a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mango people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; "aam janta"&lt;/span&gt; ..who waste his time in thinking..&lt;br /&gt;god plz help me....plz give me the suitable solution of this kind of problem.(vaise maine ajkal sochna band kar diya hai...implemet karna suru kar diya hai sochne k bajay...like "jo hoga so dekh jayega")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         something like happen wid u den tell me...m waiting for ur comments . Before two days ago some one mail me a poem for abt confusion which m pasting here...so lets check out..&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How far is confusion-night from Illumination-light ? &lt;br /&gt;It is as far as man's doubting mind and man's loving heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to escape the confusion  &lt;br /&gt;That you see before you.  &lt;br /&gt;I tell you, you will never be able&lt;br /&gt;To escape the outer confusion  &lt;br /&gt;Unless and until  &lt;br /&gt;You have escaped the inner confusion.  &lt;br /&gt;And the inner confusion  &lt;br /&gt;Is your continuous doubt-indulgence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion-night boasts,    &lt;br /&gt;Aspiration-day cries.&lt;br /&gt;Realisation-sun destroys confusion-night&lt;br /&gt;And manifests God-Height&lt;br /&gt;On earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attractions,&lt;br /&gt;Repulsions&lt;br /&gt;And  &lt;br /&gt;Contradictions  &lt;br /&gt;All live in the selfsame&lt;br /&gt;Confusion-cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to solve  &lt;br /&gt;All the confusion-problems&lt;br /&gt;Of your mind,  &lt;br /&gt;Then resolve to live&lt;br /&gt;Inside the illumination&lt;br /&gt;Of your heart-sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers &lt;br /&gt;ABHI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-6473907303446334153?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6473907303446334153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/09/expectation-expectattionexpectatioon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/6473907303446334153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/6473907303446334153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/09/expectation-expectattionexpectatioon.html' title='confusion ...confusion ...confusion'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-6387691384004351755</id><published>2009-09-23T21:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:58:53.696+05:30</updated><title type='text'>(स्थायी पता)permanent address</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;कुछ नई दीवारें                                               &lt;br /&gt;एक नई छत&lt;br /&gt;कुछ नई खिड़कीयाँ&lt;br /&gt;उस साइज के नए परदे ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;साथ मे कुछ नए कपड़े&lt;br /&gt;एक जोडी़ नई चप्पल&lt;br /&gt;कुछ नए&lt;br /&gt;कुछ पुराने यार-दोस्त ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ज़िन्दगी की मियाद यहां बस ग्यारह महीने की&lt;br /&gt;फिर एक नया पता&lt;br /&gt;इस शहर में जब से आया हुँ&lt;br /&gt;“स्थायी पता”  के आगे जगह खाली छोड़&lt;/span&gt; देता हुँ ।&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-6387691384004351755?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6387691384004351755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/09/permanent-address.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/6387691384004351755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/6387691384004351755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/09/permanent-address.html' title='(स्थायी पता)permanent address'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-2422647575456555936</id><published>2009-09-19T19:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-19T19:37:41.096+05:30</updated><title type='text'>school jaisa kool kuch nahi...m scared wid my college</title><content type='html'>yar .really i dont know what happen to me..now m scared wid my college life. from past 3year i am in same college .same teacher,same girls, same boring (bakwas)lecture, everything is same ,nothing is changed. Only one thing changed college demanding more money always...(bole khau colleg no.1.).But dont worry people this is my last year in this college ...(katte kat jayega ye bhii)  .But m missing my school days very much from last 10 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I still remember my first day at school...tensed... excited...but at the same time nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My new blue colored school bag, my new Reynolds/Rotomac pen, Oh god those were the days when life was more exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two lines for the golden school days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pehle waqt kat ta tha hasne hasane mein...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaj waqt guzarta hai kagaz ke chand tukde kamane mein...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a days kids hate school but gradually when they grow up they will&lt;br /&gt;realize what is the real meaning of those golden school days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaar school ki baat karu to i have a lot to say...I will go on n on n&lt;br /&gt;on...one request to all of them who are in school...ENJOY UR SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;DAYS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers &lt;br /&gt;ABHI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-2422647575456555936?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2422647575456555936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-jaisa-kool-kuch-nahim-scared-wid.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/2422647575456555936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/2422647575456555936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-jaisa-kool-kuch-nahim-scared-wid.html' title='school jaisa kool kuch nahi...m scared wid my college'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-7325400810585077149</id><published>2009-09-14T13:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:42:25.380+05:30</updated><title type='text'>pum pum pum ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/Sq36wWGc59I/AAAAAAAAAuA/MJJE_9c88rg/s1600-h/5950-Vicious-Dog-Attacking-A-Man-Running-Away-Clipart-Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/Sq36wWGc59I/AAAAAAAAAuA/MJJE_9c88rg/s400/5950-Vicious-Dog-Attacking-A-Man-Running-Away-Clipart-Picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381232838250915794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello People, Aj to maine subah subah  morning walk par 1 dogy ko 1 cycle wale ke sath race lagate dekha, Aur By God mujhe yaad aa gaya vo din jab raat ke 8.30 par meko 1 nahi 2- 2 Dogy ne daudaya tha, By God, Jaan hath par aa gayi thi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              I am sure apko b kabhi na kabhi to road par ghumte awara Animals ne, ya Dogy ne Pareshan to kiya hi hoga, I know hota hai, hota hai. But take a chill pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yar sachi pe jab dogy daudate hai na..to asa lagta hai...mano me olympic k sare record tod dunga daudne me.......or jab dogy peecha karna chod deta hai....tab to asa lgta&lt;br /&gt;hai.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          jaan bachi so lakho paye....so ..agar kabhi apne bhi face ki hai ye condition...to muje comments deke batao....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers &lt;br /&gt; abhi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-7325400810585077149?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7325400810585077149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/09/pum-pum-pum.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/7325400810585077149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/7325400810585077149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/09/pum-pum-pum.html' title='pum pum pum ...'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/Sq36wWGc59I/AAAAAAAAAuA/MJJE_9c88rg/s72-c/5950-Vicious-Dog-Attacking-A-Man-Running-Away-Clipart-Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-8471101304270561870</id><published>2009-09-09T23:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:30:52.003+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I LOVED THE MOUSAM!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/SqfrftUgtQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hCDOliDqXH8/s1600-h/Picture+111118324133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/SqfrftUgtQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hCDOliDqXH8/s320/Picture+111118324133.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379527209891443970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey... itne dino baad AAJ SUBAH ko jo barsaat hui.. usne dil ko khush kar diya.. I remember main apne desk par baith kar net surfing kar rahaa tha... aur achanak kisi ne chillaya!! "arrey kya qaatil mausam ho raha hai"... I have a window just behind my desk.. kabhi kisi din uska bhi pic bataunga... lekin abhi i'll just share the pic of the awsome mausam look frm my desk... kyun nai hoga pyar mujhe iss mausam se... and for all those who're wondering that this is similar to the pic I had put earlier in one of my previous blogs... the room and my desk is in exact same line!! :) enjoy and fall in love with the mausam!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;abhishek!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-8471101304270561870?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8471101304270561870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-loved-mousam.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/8471101304270561870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/8471101304270561870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-loved-mousam.html' title='I LOVED THE MOUSAM!!!!'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/SqfrftUgtQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/hCDOliDqXH8/s72-c/Picture+111118324133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-6889466919607724908</id><published>2009-09-07T21:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-07T22:04:51.485+05:30</updated><title type='text'>KABHI KABHI MERE DIL ME KHYAL ATA HAI!!</title><content type='html'>Hmm.... Kabhi kabhi mere dil me khayal aata hai... (ha ha ha... acchi line hai, kisi pe style maarne ke liye) lekin kabhi kabhi ye line baat ki gehrai ko bhi batati hai... aur jab bhi main ye line ke bare me sochti hoon to mujhe mera ek school frn yaad aata hai... jo bada hi sad types tha.. super intelligent, super kitaabi keeda lekin…ek dum udaas! Hum use chidhate they “&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;rotle ram, bigade kaam&lt;/span&gt;” se…. hmm… ab ye line mujhe uski yaad kyun dilati hai kuch to clear hua hoga… its because… jab bhi wo koi baat chalu karta tha, kehta tha… “kabhi kabhi mere dil me khyaal aata hai” ha ha ha aur hum apne kaan band kar lete they… kyunki pata tha ki wo ye kahega.. ki yaar meri koi nahi sunta, mummy pappa apna hukm chalate hain… aur mujhe iss duniya me koi nahi samajhta.. lekin ek baat thi jo wo nahi samajhta tha.. ki hum… jo log uske saath they… uske classmates hi sahi… uska dost they, use samajhte they… use apne saath aane ko kehte they.. chahe rote hue hi sahi uski saari sad baatein sunte they… use kabhi akela nahi cchodte they… par use apni lyf me kisi special ladki ki talash thi… kyunki use banani thi ek g/f jo use &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;‘I love you’&lt;/span&gt; kahe….. school ke sare saal usne yun hi guzaar diye doston ki talash me lekin kabhi apne aas paas apne buddies ko nahi dekha.. aur kehta raha.. main dukhi hoon ki mera koi dost nahi… and after years!! Still we’re frens.. and still wo kehta hai ki koi use nahi samajhta…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Kabhi kabhi mere dil me khayaal aata hai.. hum sare important tym pe andhe kyun ho jate hain??”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;@BHI!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-6889466919607724908?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6889466919607724908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/09/kabhi-kabhi-mere-dil-me-khyal-ata-hai.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/6889466919607724908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/6889466919607724908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/09/kabhi-kabhi-mere-dil-me-khyal-ata-hai.html' title='KABHI KABHI MERE DIL ME KHYAL ATA HAI!!'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-7752612428028261087</id><published>2009-08-26T22:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-26T16:20:37.687+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>My review about "Tere sang"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/SpV4r_A1SVI/AAAAAAAAAtw/vBSt09LUwME/s1600-h/Tere_Sang_300.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374334427381188946" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/SpV4r_A1SVI/AAAAAAAAAtw/vBSt09LUwME/s320/Tere_Sang_300.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Bollywood movie Tere Sang deals with Teen pregnancy !&lt;br /&gt;by Rajiv Dutta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one could be straight from the newspaper headlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In February this year, a 13-year-old girl in Italy was impregnated by her boyfriend and asked to abort the baby by the courts. The girl refused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sensational story bringing into global focus the question of teenage luv story and teenage mistakes by present youth .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast: Ruslaan Mumtaaz, Sheena Shahabadi, Satish Kaushsik, Rajat Kapoor, Sushmita Mukerjee, Neena Gupta, Anupam Kher &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Director: Satish Kaushik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fifteen year old Mahi (Sheena) is going to be a mommy, and seventeen year old Kukoo aka Kabir (Ruslaan) a daddy. The central idea has been stolen from ‘Juno’, bittersweet indie Hollywood hit about teenage pregnancy and parenthood and responsibility. If only Satish Kaushik had retained more of the honesty of the original, ‘Tere Sang’ would have been a revolutionary Hindi film.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In begning minutes of movie we see that the first pair of teenage indian kids(or may be call youth)who have make physical relation with the girl pushing( maaahi the actoress wants to realize of this experience so she push kabir to do this) and boy pulling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maahi the actoress searching a love because she gets no attention from her ever-busy parents.so thats why she makes friendship with kabir(kuku) and try to  see her desires love in kabir.&lt;br /&gt;so after doing the mistakes(physical relation) kabir takes resposibility of maahi as a adult man and thinking for abortion of maahi. But maahi decides to give up birth to child.The parents are against them, so the only option to run away from home .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time kabir and maahi leave their schools and turns towards home planning as a resposible indian married couples( like mom dad).&lt;br /&gt;And the angry man mr.rajat kapoor( mahhi's daddy) a higher approach advocate charged on kabir as a teenage rapiest and kidnapper .&lt;br /&gt;but in the end of movie there is a sensefull debating condition in court and mahhi's dady takes off all charges from kabir . by saying this" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ye sab meri galti hai ki...maine maahi ko pyar nahi diya..jo use dena chahiye tha"&lt;/span&gt;. And also anupam kher playing a as usual fantastic perforance in judge charactor.&lt;br /&gt;its giving really a nice social message to our indian youths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-7752612428028261087?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7752612428028261087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-review-about-tere-sang.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/7752612428028261087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/7752612428028261087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-review-about-tere-sang.html' title='My review about &quot;Tere sang&quot;'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/SpV4r_A1SVI/AAAAAAAAAtw/vBSt09LUwME/s72-c/Tere_Sang_300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-8060233945523644977</id><published>2009-08-24T18:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:42:43.572+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random 'Thoughts'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I tend to get a little TOO immersed in my thoughts at times. I mean its almost like daydreaming...i continue whatever i'm doing, but when I snap out of my..umm...reverie, I sumhow don't remember what happened in the time that I had been thinking...&lt;br /&gt;This is actually how I blog too...... as I've already mentioned, I almost never plan on what to write.... There are somedays when I'm just...inspired...and I sit in front of my lappy and start typing....its almost like i'm thinking with my fingers, so to say..... and when I fininsh my Bournvita cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-8060233945523644977?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8060233945523644977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-thoughts_2892.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/8060233945523644977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/8060233945523644977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-thoughts_2892.html' title='Random &apos;Thoughts&apos;'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-8144972812036808283</id><published>2009-08-22T14:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-22T14:43:09.861+05:30</updated><title type='text'>kursi ki teen tang bole to 1 .2 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/So-2li8kstI/AAAAAAAAAtA/TPANbXLDs38/s1600-h/DSC0366840792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/So-2li8kstI/AAAAAAAAAtA/TPANbXLDs38/s320/DSC0366840792.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372713636628574930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha..ha..ha..haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa haa..haaaa!! padte hi rahoge ki hasoge bhi?? haso na.. Haa...haaaaaaaaaaa..haa.ha..haa.....!! Ab joke suno.&lt;br /&gt;''Ek kursi teen tang par khadi dikhi, batao zara kaise khadi hogi??''&lt;br /&gt;Socho!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Power pe! ha..haa...haaa (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uff!! my stomach has started hurting laughing. Now on a second thought&lt;br /&gt;I feel. How inspiring it is, If a nonliving thing can do that wonder den with the kind of control, power and brains..wat all can we do to our lives! We can conquer the world, to be specific we can solve that problem we faced yesterday... the desicion we never made last month... and the confidence we failed to display while facing the task . All's der  at out feet. And what does it require?? YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conquer yourself to make the world ur slave..! How you do that??&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers and Good Luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@BHI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-8144972812036808283?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8144972812036808283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/08/kursi-ki-teen-tang-bole-to-1-2-3.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/8144972812036808283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/8144972812036808283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/08/kursi-ki-teen-tang-bole-to-1-2-3.html' title='kursi ki teen tang bole to 1 .2 3'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/So-2li8kstI/AAAAAAAAAtA/TPANbXLDs38/s72-c/DSC0366840792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-8916640631560726647</id><published>2009-08-21T23:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-22T14:14:29.169+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WAH KYA JIYAPUR(JAIPUR) HAI!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/So7vsVYBuII/AAAAAAAAAs4/cUA4nrwpBA0/s1600-h/Picture+14574781539215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/So7vsVYBuII/AAAAAAAAAs4/cUA4nrwpBA0/s400/Picture+14574781539215.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372494950430783618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! chalo main aapko wo dikhata hoon jo main roz dekhta hoon…. mere ghar area se hote hue.. kuch paper haath me liye… lost sa ek ladka (abhi) bhagata hua college area ki taraf jaata hai… kuch hairaan, kuch pareshan.. aur kuch subha jaldi uthne ki wajah se cheedha hua..! Lekin college  se wapas  aate hi… sab kuch badal jata hai… saamne ka nazara jaise hindi ki text book me muhawra padha tha – dekhte hi banta hai… he he he!! gar ki  chat se, 4th floor  house se… jaipur se baat karte kart eek baat to samajh me aagayi hai ki agar koi yahan aake jaipur ko dekhegea to bhool nahi payega!  seriously zara dekho to yaar! Ye apna hi jaipur hai, jahan tonk road par kuch gaadiyaan, cycles aur paidal log barish hone par bhaag ke kisi ped ko nai dhoondte.. balki ye dekhte hain ki humare alawa aur kaun bheeg raha hai??? Jahan log barish se bachne ke liye building ke basement me nahi balki building ki cchat pe khade ho jate hain… aur chai ki chuskiyon aur pakodon me kabhi kabhi apni baatein bhi kha jate hain! kasam se jab room me baithe baithe aisa mausam ho jata hai to mann nahi karta kuch aur karne ka.. lekin tabhi mann karta hai ki kuch baatein isi jaipur se karoon aur kuch acche gane play karke a khush hojata hoo…. Kyunki ABHI is always happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS&lt;br /&gt;@bh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-8916640631560726647?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8916640631560726647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-chalo-main-aapko-wo-dikhata-hoon-jo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/8916640631560726647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/8916640631560726647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-chalo-main-aapko-wo-dikhata-hoon-jo.html' title='WAH KYA JIYAPUR(JAIPUR) HAI!!!!'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/So7vsVYBuII/AAAAAAAAAs4/cUA4nrwpBA0/s72-c/Picture+14574781539215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-5578031104263832389</id><published>2009-07-18T19:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-18T19:46:50.931+05:30</updated><title type='text'>YOUTH AND NEGATIVITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In today's fast moving life, everybody want's instant success. It is this madness of "winning at every point" thought, that has made the young generation negative in their approach. The rising sucide cases of students in the recent times, have made it clear, that the youth are losing their self belief and confidence in themselves. They consider success only as their "cup of tea". They need to be reminded that failure is a part of life. Infact, it is an important phase, as students come to know their weaknesses and can perform better the next time if they have confidence in themselves. Remember "There are no failures in life, only lessons".&lt;br /&gt;Youth and ambition have always gone hand in hand. Everyone has the desire to achieve both proffessional and personal goals. As a result the younger generation is bending towards spirituality and is being more religious. Worshipping god, celebearting festivals is not a problem, but people are mixing religion and superstition together. The result of which can be seen in the rising craze for tv programmes featuring astrology. The youth is more concerned for their future than their present. The so called religious baba's are also very popular nowdays. People believe them to be the messengers of god, and consult them for their problems. They forget that every problem can be solved by right and positive approach, but not by wearing religious necklaces or rings. They have become so much astray that they even think, that not wearing this stuff would result in failure in the exams or poor performance in the job line.... As a result the Youth are becoming more negative.&lt;br /&gt;At last I would like to say that performing rites and rituals, doesn't makes a person successful but believing in yourself and lots hard work does because god only helps those who help themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth is not a time of life, it is a state of mind.You are as old as your doubt, your fear, your despair.The way to keep young is to keep your faith young.Keep Your self-confidence young.Keep your hope young.&lt;br /&gt;- Luella F. Phean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-5578031104263832389?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5578031104263832389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/07/youth-and-negativity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/5578031104263832389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/5578031104263832389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/07/youth-and-negativity.html' title='YOUTH AND NEGATIVITY'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-2091785668525467700</id><published>2009-07-18T19:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:25:18.511+05:30</updated><title type='text'>something ridiculous about me..</title><content type='html'>Ok so wat can possibly happen that im finally adding posts? well as usual NOTHING. Im so bored in life that I can count how many mosquitoes bit me( 46?). So I have exams coming up in like 1 week and being the same loyal person when it comes to studies I am totally unprepared.and what happen in exam ...let see..! god i want some munnabhai tricks....plz help me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-2091785668525467700?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2091785668525467700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/07/something-reduculous-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/2091785668525467700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/2091785668525467700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/07/something-reduculous-about-me.html' title='something ridiculous about me..'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-8653940550179181590</id><published>2009-07-18T19:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-18T19:17:54.570+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE HUMANITY RECESSION!!!</title><content type='html'>These some days have devastated my inner soul and the only conclusion that I came to going through all the turmoils in my life was that "EDUCATION" has killed "HUMANITY" in all its forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't carry any dreams like traveling around world and earning lots of money now. I met people hugely educated and richly rich but with a heart which just beats without any rhythm. It was thoroughly surprising for me to see people running away from the help that they can render just to spend some more time to work so that they could increase their bank balance and further more the greatest excuse nowadays... "RECESSION"... It was an economic recession I think, but now I find a crisis of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The economic recession may improve but the lack of humanity can never be. EDUCATION HAS KILLED THE SOUL OF BEING A HUMAN BEING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will I gain joining a big multinational company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is how my life will be structured then I need to get out of the dreams of working high and earning higher. Better to stay in a small village with few people around and have humanity alive so that I could provide help to anyone in need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-8653940550179181590?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8653940550179181590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/07/humanity-recession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/8653940550179181590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/8653940550179181590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/07/humanity-recession.html' title='THE HUMANITY RECESSION!!!'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-5799091407597657902</id><published>2009-07-10T16:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-29T08:36:36.543+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fresh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><title type='text'>Rain n all thats...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/SlciL70NpwI/AAAAAAAAAsw/x59FaNq4CvU/s1600-h/406617733_97aea46713.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356787870211090178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/SlciL70NpwI/AAAAAAAAAsw/x59FaNq4CvU/s320/406617733_97aea46713.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The weather in Jaipur's gotten so amazing.... a huuuge relief from the heat....however the roads are full of traffic jams and now it takes me double the time to get home from work :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rains and I have a history ...I don't remember if I've already discussed that...&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I can remember, I used to HATE rains.... seriously.... Rains made me so gloomy...and so lonely, as I grew up....&lt;br /&gt;that changed, however, and I don't really know when or why...&lt;br /&gt;I would assume that it was because of a certain romantic association.... but Its not so, I hated rains then too.... but all of a sudden, I started to like it when it was drizzling....I started to enjoy standing in the rain and looking up at the sky...&lt;br /&gt;even today, when it wasn't raining so heavily, I went outside my room and bought a 'bhutta' a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( roasted corn )...its really popular in north India...&lt;br /&gt;but then I remembered that the corn fibres always get stuck in my teeth, and I hate that! So I ate the thing really carefully, but to no avail... the taste is amazing, but it gets so yeeuch afterwards, with the fibres ..anywho, the status now is:&lt;br /&gt;I don&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'t hate the rains...although I don't love them either.&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy a light drizzle, though.&lt;br /&gt;Rains no longer make me gloomy.... but oddly, when it rains, I kinda feel that I WANT to be sad..... that I want to feel what I felt earlier....a memory maybe? ..I just can't understand why....&lt;br /&gt;Rains also make me want to sit next to a window, with a hot cup of coffee... with a good book perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing when the water's streaming down the glass....almost beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to end abruptly.....gotta wake up early tom....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..............\&lt;br /&gt;cheers:&lt;br /&gt;abhi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-5799091407597657902?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5799091407597657902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain-n-all-thats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/5799091407597657902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/5799091407597657902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain-n-all-thats.html' title='Rain n all thats...'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/SlciL70NpwI/AAAAAAAAAsw/x59FaNq4CvU/s72-c/406617733_97aea46713.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-6502815493963766344</id><published>2009-05-25T19:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-02T17:22:46.927+05:30</updated><title type='text'>miss u very much....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/ShqmtqsuqEI/AAAAAAAAAso/tvY1Udyzgb4/s1600-h/swapna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/ShqmtqsuqEI/AAAAAAAAAso/tvY1Udyzgb4/s320/swapna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339763611687364674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my sister. i know she miss me too. This is for you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;my  di&lt;/span&gt;, to tell you that I love you, to tell you that I would always be there for you, to tell you that you are never alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we might be miles apart, alone, on our own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but the distance cant steal away our love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so smile all day and never feel lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for I love you and I would always do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-6502815493963766344?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6502815493963766344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-my-sister.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/6502815493963766344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/6502815493963766344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-my-sister.html' title='miss u very much....'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/ShqmtqsuqEI/AAAAAAAAAso/tvY1Udyzgb4/s72-c/swapna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-8856069970126793037</id><published>2009-05-24T18:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:10:56.522+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Aakhon mein....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/ShlASosTCzI/AAAAAAAAAsg/i5UxIBEVXbo/s1600-h/anuji_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 123px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/ShlASosTCzI/AAAAAAAAAsg/i5UxIBEVXbo/s320/anuji_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339369522129472306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;In aankhon mein khaab hain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;kuch sadiyon se soye nahin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;kisike khayalon mein khoye hain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;simat ke bhi bikhre se hain yeh khaab &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;aankhon mein dard chipaye rakha hai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;fir bhi yeh aankhein roye nahin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-8856069970126793037?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8856069970126793037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/05/aakhon-mein.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/8856069970126793037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/8856069970126793037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/05/aakhon-mein.html' title='Aakhon mein....'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/ShlASosTCzI/AAAAAAAAAsg/i5UxIBEVXbo/s72-c/anuji_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-3924815540781235</id><published>2009-05-24T17:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:52:45.610+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Techtoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;How about this one?? Man ,,never thought about it before. The idea just came storming towards my braincells when they were busy finding a way out for themselves to get rid of the oh-so-boring thing…..what do we call that ah yes..paDhAi. God, have never been in this hell of a situation before. For the first time, in the history of my living have I been through such a circumstantial disaster. Well am sure by now you'd be high on guessing but I bet if you could get it right or even half-way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Keeping no more surprises, its simple,, no no no its ironical. I got my summer holidays on but I m by no means' free'. Confused? So am I and so are the thousands of others who are a part of my university.. My exams are postponed for about a month &amp;amp; the newspaper says that we gotta observe summer vacations with immediate effect. Yeah, how about enjoying a one month vacation &amp;amp; then getting back to your senses realizing you wasted it all &amp;amp; have no clue of what to write in the exams. Hell , no don't wanna even think about this. Then what, get back to work, get serious, get to study.Oh man! If this is the better option then I'd be better left without any options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Now in case you are wondering why did I of all the things go for the title TechtOOn which seems so irrelevant , so out of line with reference to my text then, lemme plz throw some ROshNI over this………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I am an engineering student pursuing my B.Tech. with my 3rd year goin on. Now that I am in the technical line &amp;amp;what these people have made of us is no less than a cartoon…so I guess,,,,we can be so mercifully called as the…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;TechtOOnS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-3924815540781235?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3924815540781235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/05/techtoon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3924815540781235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3924815540781235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/05/techtoon.html' title='Techtoon'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-6253645173247095748</id><published>2009-05-24T17:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:23:22.374+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"AND WE CALL OURSELVES YOUNGISTANIS...,"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/Shk1HkcyIGI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ghCkrU4x-kk/s1600-h/FB056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/Shk1HkcyIGI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ghCkrU4x-kk/s320/FB056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339357237384192098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With i-pods rocking in our ears and moblie phones buzzzzzzing in our pockets we think we are the GEN-X. Riding a cool bike with a hot girlfriend we think we are the GEN-X. Wearing low waisted levis jeans with an adidas tee we think we are the GEN-X. But unfortunately a poor boy doesn't wears an adidias tee but barely manages a shirt without patches. A poor boy doesn't rides a cool bike but walks barefoot on the roads, his future leading to nowhere. Should'nt we be ashamed of ourseleves. But no, we arent, infact we proudly call ourselves "YOUNGISTANIS"... Aping the western world we have become so much selfish that we don't even have regards for our own culture. Trying to fit in the shoes of the west is not a big deal but we should keep in mind that we are indians after all. In earlier india a woman had an undue respect, but today she is seen nothing more than a "thing" for enjoyment. The rising rape cases have put a question mark on the freedom of women... And what's the reason for this?? The younger generation women feel that wearing short skirts, see-through tops and all that stuff will make them look modern and fashionable.No doubt, we should move with world... we have every right to look modern..but everything has a limit. There is no road after a deadline. And not only the gals but we guys should also know one thing... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Ek ladki ek khoobsurat phool ki tarah hoti hai, usko saraho par khuclo mat"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-6253645173247095748?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6253645173247095748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-we-call-ourselves-youngistanis.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/6253645173247095748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/6253645173247095748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-we-call-ourselves-youngistanis.html' title='&quot;AND WE CALL OURSELVES YOUNGISTANIS...,&quot;'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/Shk1HkcyIGI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ghCkrU4x-kk/s72-c/FB056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-2023803764247492439</id><published>2009-05-24T02:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-24T02:14:11.733+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Nor any poem neither a love song ..&lt;br /&gt;But it is my confession..&lt;br /&gt;My love was always there ..&lt;br /&gt;But always needed an expression.&lt;br /&gt;Today you passed by me again..&lt;br /&gt;My heart was happy and my heart is still insane.&lt;br /&gt;Every time u were there..&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see u..but pretended i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Its not the matter of only this time... Ive always missed u and i don't think its any crime. In a few days this journey too will end..&lt;br /&gt;But i ll always miss u.. as a special friend.&lt;br /&gt;This last time i will say..&lt;br /&gt;And will not regret..&lt;br /&gt;U were the one ill never forget.&lt;br /&gt;One more fact ..some more light... "All the things my friends said were right".&lt;br /&gt;i Called u one night..&lt;br /&gt;But could not say these words on "phone".&lt;br /&gt;to whom ill say these words when ur gone.&lt;br /&gt;I was always scared of wat u'll think..&lt;br /&gt;But never thought this fast ,time will shrink. So finally i say..&lt;br /&gt;Ur the missing element&lt;br /&gt;Every hour every day..&lt;br /&gt;your hapiness forever,&lt;br /&gt;is all that i can pray.&lt;br /&gt;In a few days this journey too will end..&lt;br /&gt;But i ll always miss u.. as a special friend.&lt;br /&gt;can we sail our ships together..&lt;br /&gt;really want to be ur friend forever.&lt;br /&gt;Now im relaxed and my heart is releived..&lt;br /&gt;coz i said to u all wat MY HEART believed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-2023803764247492439?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2023803764247492439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-confession.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/2023803764247492439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/2023803764247492439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-confession.html' title='My confession'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-7053025992825610753</id><published>2009-05-23T23:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:05:13.650+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Berang titli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/ShhBo7oxWpI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/3Ae7cU1t41s/s1600-h/butterfly_effect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/ShhBo7oxWpI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/3Ae7cU1t41s/s320/butterfly_effect.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339089529706994322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek din bheed main mein .&lt;br /&gt;Chala ja raha tha ,&lt;br /&gt;Khush nahin tha jyada.&lt;br /&gt;Hans raha tha ?&lt;br /&gt;Ya shayad dikhla raha tha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bheed main ek titli mili,&lt;br /&gt;Udi chand faasle tak fir mudi .&lt;br /&gt;Rang mujh pe fenk ,&lt;br /&gt;Jor se hassi .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuch bikhare rang ,&lt;br /&gt;Muthi mai lekar main age bada.&lt;br /&gt;Woh hasti titli dekhne ko,&lt;br /&gt;Main fir wapis muda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatheli pe baitha kar use,&lt;br /&gt;Maine fir ek baar fir hassa.&lt;br /&gt;Ek kahani maine sunai ,&lt;br /&gt;Ek woh sunaati gayi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawa ko pakad ,&lt;br /&gt;Baarish se khel .&lt;br /&gt;Yunhi muskura raha tha .&lt;br /&gt;Goom tha kahin main ,&lt;br /&gt;Na jane kahan ja raha tha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek pal ka sapna tha shayad ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neend khulne pe khada tha wahin  ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakrne ko aasman main,&lt;br /&gt;Hatheli faila raha tha .&lt;br /&gt;Sookhi si baarish main bheega,&lt;br /&gt;Berang titli uda raha tha.&lt;div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template"&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;if 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href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/05/berang-titli.html' title='Berang titli'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/ShhBo7oxWpI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/3Ae7cU1t41s/s72-c/butterfly_effect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-8827378047139403135</id><published>2009-05-23T21:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:58:13.731+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WASSUP ..IN THIS SUMMER????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hieeeeeeee dear!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most of us hav now begun our summer vacations..... n i jus wanted 2 remind u that these can be really interesting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;these days there's a lot of craze 4 summer camps.... certainly they help u grow up n hone ur talents.... but also add a lot of confidence tooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but m actually talking bout, those students... and / or proffessional... who 2 r psending their time @ home wa8in 4 d recession 2 get over!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i think , let us not allow these days jus pass by coz we probbly make a lot of addions to our resumes and profiles by doing some summer jobs, doing some extra courses, by learning some add on skills. this 'll not only help u get better options after this dark span is over but also u'll b able to fight back d depression if ne... though i think it is not required.another advantage would be the smart answer u'll have as to how creatively n positively u have utilysed ur time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;m i rite???????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wat say????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CHEERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ABHI..&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/4675607368898671214-8827378047139403135?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8827378047139403135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/05/hieeeeeeee-dear-most-of-us-hav-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/8827378047139403135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/8827378047139403135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/05/hieeeeeeee-dear-most-of-us-hav-now.html' title='WASSUP ..IN THIS SUMMER????'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-859955761256389131</id><published>2009-05-15T00:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:54:38.704+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"jawab jinke nahi hote wo sawal hote hai, jo dekhne main kuch khaas nahi la jawab hote!!!!</title><content type='html'>ji haan................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           "jawab jinke nahi hote wo sawal hote hai, jo dekhne main kuch khaas nahi la jawab hote!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a lines from a famous gazal.....mere sath to aisa humesha hi hota hai. me apne frenzs k sath jab converasation karta hooo to sabhi muje bolte hai ki abhi tu sawal bahut karta hai.....ab yar...baat karne k liye sawal to karne hi hote hai, bina sawal k conversation nhi ho sakta....lekin sabhi yahi bolte hai ki tum aise sawal karte ho jinka na sir hota hai और na pair......"ye baat to galat hai actually mere sawal kuch aisi bato pe depends hote hai...jinka jawab dete log soch nhi pate ki kase kya kahe ise...unke pas koi perfect answer nhi hota...or jab perfect answer nhi hota to sawal par sawal ...or sawal k sawal...sawal ki khal...or khal..k bal....tak nikal ate hai..."&lt;br /&gt;or us baat par wo log aise react karte hai jaise unhe kuch maloom hi na ho...ek hi jawab hota hai...unke pas...."pata nahi"  ya i dont know....    un logo k liye to me yahi kehta hoo...... ki "खिसयानी बिल्ली  खम्बा नोचे "......actually merer sawal sense less dikhai dete hai.....yani ki dekhne me khas nhi hote...  par bejawab or lajawab hote hai.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;abhi....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-859955761256389131?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-5778406638517608124</id><published>2009-05-14T15:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-14T15:10:10.227+05:30</updated><title type='text'>its too difficult mange myself....</title><content type='html'>The time seems like passing just doing nothing at all. I don't know how to utilize my time , sometimes i become so much frustrated by myself that i begin to hate myself. It is very difficult for me be organized. I can't do things like machines do. But i know that i have to be managed to get succeeded in life. I hoping to get some positive changes in myself with time, as i know i can do many things much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                Planning is fake&lt;br /&gt;                                                               when it comes to&lt;br /&gt;                                                               to reality , it happens&lt;br /&gt;                                                              which is made to happen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-5778406638517608124?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5778406638517608124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-too-difficult-mange-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/5778406638517608124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/5778406638517608124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-too-difficult-mange-myself.html' title='its too difficult mange myself....'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-3308084903258824248</id><published>2009-05-14T14:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:37:34.187+05:30</updated><title type='text'>सच है, ये इश्क नही आशां।</title><content type='html'>सुना था बहुत, ये इश्क नहीं आशां&lt;br /&gt;बस इतना समझ लिझे, इक आग का&lt;br /&gt;दरिया है और डूब के जाना है।&lt;br /&gt;हंसा था इस पे बहुत मैं,&lt;br /&gt;कैसी आग और कैसा दरिया?&lt;br /&gt;आह! जब गुजरी ख़ुद पे,&lt;br /&gt;तो हँसी नही,  आया रोना।&lt;br /&gt;सच है, ये इश्क नही आशां।&lt;br /&gt;शायरों ने भले ही लिखा कुछ&lt;br /&gt;बढाकर, पर लिख दिया वो,&lt;br /&gt;जो मुमकिन नहीं&lt;br /&gt;बयां लफ्जों में करना आशां!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-3308084903258824248?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3308084903258824248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_1487.html#comment-form' title='2 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virtual image hai....kuch bhi sach nhi hai......</title><content type='html'>मेरी टीचर मेनू कहन्दी है  आंदा नही मेनू कुछ भी&lt;br /&gt;पापा मेनू कहंदे है तू मेरा नाम दुबायेगा ,मेरी अम्मा मेनू&lt;br /&gt;कहेंदी है एक सोनी कुडी मेनू मिलेगी तेनु  मेरे यार कहेंदे है&lt;br /&gt;तू मुंडा  कमाल है। मेरे पहले टेस्ट की तेयारी की मैंने ऐसे&lt;br /&gt;सारे सुब्जेक्ट्स के नाम मेनू अब है याद। अचानक आया&lt;br /&gt;मुझे ये ख्याल छोडू ये सब बातें, सुनो ये कहानी नई रात को&lt;br /&gt;जब में   छत पर बैठा था, देख रहा था मैं आसमान   को&lt;br /&gt;पता नही क्यूँ आँख मैं मेरे आँसू आ गए , मैंने देखा ख़ुद को रोते&lt;br /&gt;मुझे लगा कुछ अलग सा ...की क्या हूँ में  अकेला&lt;br /&gt;दिन भर कॉलेज मैं फिरता हूँ शाम होती है तो सोचता हूँ&lt;br /&gt;शाम क्यूँ हुई  अब मैं सोचता हूँ उन दिनों के बारें में, सब कुछ इतना&lt;br /&gt;जल्दी जल्दी हो रहा है की क्या बताऊँ जैसे कल की हो ये बात&lt;br /&gt;अब तो रोंदा हूँ मैं पर पता नही क्यूँ , न समझेगी वो, न &lt;font&gt;समझूंगा&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;मैं कभी, इधर भी वो उधर भी  वो बस वो ही वो .....&lt;br /&gt;मेरे जानने से या न जानने से क्या होगा, जानता हूँ मैं पर वो नही&lt;br /&gt;जानती, इतने दिंनों से पता नही क्या कहूं पर जब भी देखता हूँ उसे&lt;br /&gt;लगता है जैसे धड़कन रुक सी गई, जानता हूँ  की हूँ मैं बर्बाद इन्सान केसा , पर पता&lt;br /&gt;नही क्यूँ सोचता हूँ मैं ऐसा, गाना लिखना आता नही पर फिर भी लिखता हूँ मैं&lt;br /&gt;इधर भी वो उधर भी वो  जिधर देखू बस वो ही वो (she)! पता नही कब मिलेगी वो.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-7621014593411581006?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7621014593411581006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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गया....</title><content type='html'>hello ji......&lt;br /&gt;how r u????? i know sab maje hi honge apke....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some time i m feeling so weak and negative to my personality disorder....some time i m feeling nurvous.....some time i think that i m failure in life....some i think that i m fall in mud...some time i m feel that people are laughing on me....some time i think that i m fool in present condition....sometime i m boired with my life....some time  i m feeling a lot of pain...some time i m&lt;br /&gt;very tensed to think about my future.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;अरे बहुत हो गया...सम टाइम..........मुझे तो बस इतना सा लगता है की.....में दुनिया से कही ज्यादा पीछे हूँ ...और मेरे सामने बस एक गड्ढा है कीचड़ से भरा जिसमे में डूबकर मरने की कोशिश कर रहा हूँ ... उसमे गिरता ही जा रहा हूँ.....पर ....कम्बखत मौत भी मुझे गले नही लगाती.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/ABHISHEK/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/ABHISHEK/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;गिरता&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;गिरता&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;गिर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;ही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;गया&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;उठने की कोशिश की तो&lt;br /&gt;फिर गिर गया, दरवाजे तक&lt;br /&gt;तो पहुँच गया पर भीतर जाने को न हुआ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;उठता उठता फिर गिर गया&lt;br /&gt;सोचता रहा औरों ने मुझे गिराया है,&lt;br /&gt;पता चला मैं तो खुद ही गिर गया।&lt;br /&gt;शीशे मैं देखा तो दंग रह गया,&lt;br /&gt;न मैं था न मेरा प्रतिबिम्ब था,&lt;br /&gt;अपनी नज़रों से भी गिर गया था मैं&lt;br /&gt;शीशे मैं देखा न मैं था&lt;br /&gt;न मेरा प्रतिबिम्ब था।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;रोज रोज वही कहानी दोहराता गया&lt;br /&gt;सुबह को प्रण लेता, रात होते होते&lt;br /&gt;भूल जाता गया। अपनी नाकामी का&lt;br /&gt;इलजाम औरों पे लगाता गया, पता चला&lt;br /&gt;अपना गुनाहगार तो खुद हूँ मैं।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;इतना गिरा हूँ की गड्डे में भी&lt;br /&gt;आबाद हूँ  शर्म और हया से&lt;br /&gt;अनजान हूँ मैं, मौत भी मुझे&lt;br /&gt;गले न लगायेगी&lt;br /&gt;इसीलिए शायद जिंदा हूँ मैं&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-882893100270091030?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/882893100270091030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/882893100270091030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/882893100270091030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Wat is it tht they say.. when life throws lemons at you, u can either plant a seed or jus make urself lemonade...!to date, all i hv been doing is looking at teh easier, faster way out.and now, i realise, it can never be tht with relationships. they are long. All consuming. Demanding. and as addictive as a drug could be. even more so.and this has to do with all kinds of relationships. with parents. with siblings. with frdns.and rite now, i guess i am toiling away at my hardest to date... and its amazing teh strenght the person has to put up with all my bull shit, stay wid me unwavering, spoil me rotten - stay inspite of my attempts to push them away, watch me be an ungratefull little wench and still come hug me... and make me love them all teh more.i dont know how my mum does it. but i love her for doing it. truly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-7623875702889221306?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7623875702889221306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-then-i-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/7623875702889221306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/7623875702889221306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-then-i-wonder.html' title='AND THEN I WONDER!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-4046159838763320210</id><published>2009-05-03T14:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-03T14:22:48.415+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ISE MAT PADHO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ye dunia azeeb hai, dunia ke dustoor azeeb hain. hum to azeeb the hi, janab aap bhi azib hain. kitna achha ho agar hum sab ek dusre ki baat maane. par nahi hum to hum hain. apni marzi karenge. Duryodhan agar apni family ki baat maan leta to ye Mahabharat ka yuddh hi na hota. koi kisi ki nahi maanta. mai bhi, or aap bhi. ji haan ! aap bhi kisi ki nahi maante. hairaan ho rahe hain? mai subut de sakta hun. ab dekho aap nahi mane, or padh hi liya aur apna time waste kiya na?. arey yaar isiliye maine heading ye di thi ki...Ise mat padho!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-4046159838763320210?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4046159838763320210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/05/ise-mat-padho.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/4046159838763320210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/4046159838763320210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/05/ise-mat-padho.html' title='ISE MAT PADHO!!!'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-2654954328663255265</id><published>2009-04-24T13:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:35:44.466+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some one some where made for U to mje kyu nhi dikhta wo...me to thak gya...search kar kar ke...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/SfF004IBOAI/AAAAAAAAArw/VoevGGyMahE/s1600-h/s+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328168285924046850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/SfF004IBOAI/AAAAAAAAArw/VoevGGyMahE/s320/s+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shayad kahi padha ya dekha tha....."some one some where made for u"....haan kyu nhi.....hehehehhe....hasi ati hai....are bana hai to dikhai kyu nhi deta....chalo chodo dikhai ni deta to koi bat nhi...sunai kyu nhi deta..ye bhi chodo....hawa ki tarah mehsoos kyu nhi hota..........are kaha chupa baitha hai mere "someone"bahr nikal.....tumhe mere lye hi banaya gaya hai to samne kyu nhi ata....mujse kyu nhi milta.....mje to bahut bar....aisa lagta hai.......jab bhi kisi beautiful girl ko dekhta hoo..to lagta hai...hann yahi hai mera someone.....par agle do minute me uska someone ake use le jata hai......are batao yar......kisne banaya is sentence ko.....wo to bana gaya or logo ka dimag kharab kar gayapar.....me to &lt;br /&gt; ye baat logo k muh se sun sunke pareshan ho gya.............for my some one....ye lines yad aa rahi hai one of my fav song by lata mangeshkar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tere bina jiya jaye NA,.........tere bina jiya jaye Na, bin tere ,tere bin sajnaaaaa saas me saas aye naa,..tere bina jiya jaye na..!!!.jab bhi khayalo me tu aye.....mere badan se khusboo aye....&lt;br /&gt;mehake badan me raha na jaye......rahaaaa jaye na............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahut jyada imotional hoo....me...aisa hi hoo me......&lt;br /&gt;yar.....mera some one agar mje milega to uske....liye perfect song to yahi hoga.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kaise mje tum mil gyi......kismat par aye na yakeen.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kyuki.....dundh dundh k thak gya......kismat se hi milega....na agr mila to...isliye&lt;br /&gt;prepration karni padti hai kyu k me mere someone ka welcome.....ase hi karne wala hoo....akhir......badi muskil se milta hai...........koi ksi ko.......shayad.....apko lag rha hoga ki me to pura kalidas hoo......par....yar ...isme galat kya hai....kalidas hona b chahiye.....wo apke or apke bina na reh pao...aisa to hona hi chahiye&lt;br /&gt;akhir.....wo hume....pura karne ayi hai.....hum shayad ab tak adhure the......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mje kai bar logo ki mentality par....bada gussA ATA HAI....bolte hai ki.....yar...tera some one hath pe hath dhare baithe rehne se nhi milega.....sab ko..mil...sab par try mar...jo tere liye bana hoga wotje haan kar dega.......kabhi kabhi lagta hai sahi bolte hai shayad..........par.............yar............jab wo mere liye hi bana hai......to mje hi milega.....na.........to jaldi kya hai..........use bhi pata chale ki hum...bhi unhi k liye bane hai..........akhir....kismat connection jab hona hoga tab ho jayega..........abhi bekar....me kyu soch soch kar dimag ka dahi karu...milega.......ye to pakka na hai.............are........koi baat nhi bhi mila to........ajkal or bhi option available hai......................hehehehhehe........................ok...bahut bakwas ho gyi.......tata bbye cu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAHA UPAR JO PIC ATTACH HAI USKA TITLE HAI" MILAY JAB HUM TUM.."MERE SENSE ME YE GALT HAI.ME HOTA AGAR EDITOR IS PIC KA...TO SHAYAD...."KAB MILENGEHUM TUM" RKHTA.....HEHHEE......MERA MIND HAI KUCH BHI SOCHU...SOCHNE K PAISE THODE LAGTE HAI......HEHEHEHEH.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS.........................ZIGZAG ABHISHEK&lt;/em&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/4675607368898671214-2654954328663255265?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2654954328663255265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-one-some-where-made-for-u-to-mje.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/2654954328663255265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/2654954328663255265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-one-some-where-made-for-u-to-mje.html' title='Some one some where made for U to mje kyu nhi dikhta wo...me to thak gya...search kar kar ke...'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/SfF004IBOAI/AAAAAAAAArw/VoevGGyMahE/s72-c/s+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-307135208465164869</id><published>2009-04-24T12:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:16:25.990+05:30</updated><title type='text'>akhir wo ek hito hai jo mere bina sense k sawalo k bhi jawab deta hai.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello ji hw r u????&lt;br /&gt;its some personal abt me.....really kewal ek hi insan hai jise me sab kuch bata deta hoo...yaha tak ki meri email id ka password bhi....jab bhi wo banda(he/she)ol&lt;br /&gt;hota hai me use...bina sense ke sawal jababo se pareshan kar deta hoo...fir bhi wo mujse pareshan nhi hota or puri koshis karta hai ki meri problem solve ho jaye....&lt;br /&gt;yes....ab kya kahu uske bare me....problem koi bhi ho jab uska solution kisi k pas nhi to uske pas to milega hi milega...he/she is my last hope...in my any kind of trouble...wo kinda sweet hai yar....&lt;br /&gt;uspe me bahut bar gussa bbhi ho jata hoo.....par....yar..uske bina rehna impossible.....nav bina patwar k chal to nhi sakti....mere hisab se patwar jyada important hai......recently use...kuch aisa achievement mila jo shayad muje to kabhi nhi mil paye...par mila use khus me hoo.....pata nhi kyu.....may be in future me...wo kuch aisa karega ki...mje batana nhi padega apko ki wo hai kon............akhir jo bhi hai..pehchan kaun?????? khud dundho....pata lag jayega....itna to kar hi sakte ho..... shayad wo male hai ya female...iske bare me kuch mat puchna plzz...........thoda sa personal hai....kabhi kabhi sochta hoo kash m&lt;br /&gt;mene ache karm kar liye hote thode.....to me aaj shayad us jaisa hota......mje kabhi usse jealous nhi hota jabki log hum dono me kafi comparison dete hai.....par mje acha lagta hai ki...akhir usme kuch aisa ho jo mjme nhi...akhir log bhi to joot nhi bolte....kuch to jarur hai.....ki use me bhi pasansd karta hoo....ab aap confuse mat hona k....wo khusnaseeb ladki kaun ho sakti hai.............aap apne dimag k gode...mat daudao....bas..&lt;br /&gt;believe me...yar....i love he/she very much......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-307135208465164869?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-5790556570973647523</id><published>2009-04-22T12:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-23T15:31:16.788+05:30</updated><title type='text'>abhishek ki ...special summer recipes.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Kaccha Keri Raita :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;Dahi - 300gm&lt;br /&gt;Kacchi Keri - 1 medium size&lt;br /&gt;Cooking oil - 1 tsp&lt;br /&gt;Methi Dana - 1/4 tsp&lt;br /&gt;Urad dal - 1/2 tsp&lt;br /&gt;Khadi Laal Mirch - 1&lt;br /&gt;Cheeni - 2 tsp&lt;br /&gt;Namak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method:&lt;br /&gt;Sabse Pehle Kacchi Keri ko cheel ke uske tukde karke namak laga ke uska paani nikal jane tak alag rakhiye, Issi tarah dahi ko malmal ke kapde me bandhkar pani nikal jane tek taang ke rakhiye. Jab paani acchi tarah se nikal jaye to Dahi, Kacchi keri, cheeni aur namak (according to taste) milakar rakhiye&lt;br /&gt;Abe k pan me oil leke, thodi se khadi laal mirchi, urad daal, methi dana ka tadka dijiye aur isme dahi wala raita ka paste daal dijiye… bas ho gaya khatta meeta kacchi keri ka raita tyaar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nariyal Ki Mazedar Chutney:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients :&lt;br /&gt;Nariyal Grated - 1/2&lt;br /&gt;Hari MIrchi - 3 small&lt;br /&gt;Fried Chana Dal- 3 tbsp&lt;br /&gt;Adrak (chopped) - 1/2" piece&lt;br /&gt;Imli – Thodi si&lt;br /&gt;Salt to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempering :&lt;br /&gt;Oil - 1 tbsp&lt;br /&gt;Rai - 1 tsp&lt;br /&gt;Curry Patta – 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method :&lt;br /&gt;Grated Nariyal, hari mirchi, fried chana dal, pisa hua adrak aur Imli ko taste ke hisaab se namak mila ke pisiye&lt;br /&gt;Ab&lt;br /&gt;Ek Pan me tel garam kar ke, thodi si rai, curry patta dal kar tadka dijiye aur lijiye aapki cool nariyal chutney tyaar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-5790556570973647523?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5790556570973647523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/04/ulti-khopadi-abhishek-ki-special-summer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/5790556570973647523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/5790556570973647523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/04/ulti-khopadi-abhishek-ki-special-summer.html' title='abhishek ki ...special summer recipes.....'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-3081852640581116794</id><published>2009-04-09T12:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:19:40.406+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ye confusion ka keeda.kbhi khatam hi nahi hota...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/Sd2b_Uoio1I/AAAAAAAAArY/sDmIOPN7za8/s1600-h/Tata_Nano_on_road25563.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322581846794609490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/Sd2b_Uoio1I/AAAAAAAAArY/sDmIOPN7za8/s320/Tata_Nano_on_road25563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Hello People.......Ki hal chal? Yar I am really confused, what to do? I mean, NANO aa gayi na! Aur abhi tak maine Colour bhi decide nai kiya, kaun sa colour mere ko jaminga, ye pata kaise chalinga? Arre ap bataoge na! But yar seriously, jab nano aai bhi nai thi, bas iske ane ki baatein hi ho rahi thi, tab se hamari naina(eyes), iske liye pareshan hai, But ab jab ye finally aa gayi hai, to mera bhi lene ka pakka pakka man kar raha hai........... Meko batao ki mai kaun sa COLOUR lu? Rply.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:130%;" &gt;Abhi........Vd lotz of LUV.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/Sd2kdjj3aBI/AAAAAAAAArg/aMf6UWMhq3M/s1600-h/cam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322591162290628626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/Sd2kdjj3aBI/AAAAAAAAArg/aMf6UWMhq3M/s320/cam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; inside view of nano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675607368898671214-3081852640581116794?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3081852640581116794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/04/ye-confusion-ka-keedaakbhi-khatam-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3081852640581116794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/3081852640581116794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/04/ye-confusion-ka-keedaakbhi-khatam-i.html' title='ye confusion ka keeda.kbhi khatam hi nahi hota...'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/Sd2b_Uoio1I/AAAAAAAAArY/sDmIOPN7za8/s72-c/Tata_Nano_on_road25563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675607368898671214.post-5268523245580902452</id><published>2009-04-03T02:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-25T10:46:56.081+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ppt(pre politician test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PPT-PRE POLITICIAN TEST!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; WHAT N WHY ALL THIS IS HAPPENING?????? THIS IS THE SINGLE QUESTION COMING IN MY MIND RIGHT NOWï¿½.WAS WATCHING TELEVISION SINCE MORNING EVERYWHERE THERE IS PEELIBHEET!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ITï¿½S NOT ABOUT AN INDIVIDUALï¿½.BUT ITS ONLY ABOUT THE MINDSET N THE WAY OUR POLICIANS ARE GOING AHEAD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; PEHLE MARATHI MANUSH ï¿½NON MARATHI MANUSHï¿½.THEN SOMETHING OR OTHER THING JISSE AAPKO MAN MEIN LAGTA HAI ARE WE AN INDIAN???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; AISE SCENARIO KO DEKHKAR LAGTA HAI JAISE ENGINEERING, MEDICAL, LAW SABKE LIYE ENTERENCE EXAM HOTA HAI WAISE HI POLITICIANS KE LIYE KYUN NAHI HOTA HAI!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; WE ALL KNOW THAT YOUTH IS THE KEY TO RUN THE POLITICS ITS HIGH TIME NOW WHERE EVERYONE NEEDS TO UNDERSTAND THIS ON THE SERIOUS NOTE N CHANNELISED OUR ENERGY IN A POSITIVE DIRECTION!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I BELIEVE THAT THERE SHOULD BE SOME KIND OF STRICT PARAMETERS(GENUINE) TO ENTER IN TO THE POLITICSï¿½ï¿½ï¿½JISKA NAAM HOï¿½PPT(PRE POLITIAN TEST)!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; WHAT DO U THINK???&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/4675607368898671214-5268523245580902452?l=abhiandabhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5268523245580902452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/04/pptpre-politician-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/5268523245580902452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675607368898671214/posts/default/5268523245580902452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhiandabhi.blogspot.com/2009/04/pptpre-politician-test.html' title='ppt(pre politician test'/><author><name>Abhishek Jain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12112261863027816419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N6lu5NUU75E/S9ustuCytlI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/i78_SNCVNuc/S220/DSC01193.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
