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~Walt Whitman</description><link>http://parvkaushik.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>parv_kaushik@yahoo.com (Parv Kaushik)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/FuNc" type="application/rss+xml" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>blogspot/FuNc</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32000553.post-6512277781667195052</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 20:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-08T02:05:48.883+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">guest post</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poems</category><title>Guest Post Na Jaane Kyun...?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SvXYUVwF6YI/AAAAAAAAAms/7aW5xGA_XMg/s1600-h/The+Faceless+Philanthropist.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SvXYUVwF6YI/AAAAAAAAAms/7aW5xGA_XMg/s400/The+Faceless+Philanthropist.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401461172048619906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Raah-e-dahar pe masarrat dhoondhte ho, mazhab dhoondhte ho...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 17px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hasraton ke qafas mein na jaane kyun aaj bhi tum humdard dhoondhte ho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Fasaana-e-shab-e-gham hai peeche; Zulmat hai aage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Aisi fizaaon mein bhi na jaane kyun aaj bhi tum saher dhoondhte ho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Manzilein khud bana kar bhi to raahon mein gum-raah ho jaate ho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Haram ki raah par phir kabhi kyun nahin chalte ho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Gam-e-hayaat ki bekasi mein jab itne tanhaa reh jaate ho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tab kabhi jazbaa-e-imaan ki rehguzar par na jaane kyun nahin chalte ho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;TRANSLATION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;On the path of life,you look for happiness, you look for your fate/destiny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I don't know why you look for sympathizers even in the prison of regrets/intense sorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The story of a night of sorrows lies behind you, darkness lies before you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I don't know why you are in the pursuit of the morning even in such an environment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Even after creating the destinations yourself, you get lost in the paths you created...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I don't know why then do you not travel on the path of God's House?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When you are helplessly stricken with life's grief into the realm of lonliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Why then don't you ever travel on the path of abiding faith?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The above poem is by a very special and super talented friend of mine~ &lt;a href="http://sweetuanukriti.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anukriti Sharma&lt;/a&gt;. A multilingual who speaks: English, Hindi, Gujarati, Bihari, Bengali, Urdu, Marathi!! A person of many talents she's an avid photographer, painter, writer and sketches masterpieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/32000553-6512277781667195052?l=parvkaushik.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~4/tduVCL1vzv0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~3/tduVCL1vzv0/guest-post-na-jaane-kyun.html</link><author>parv_kaushik@yahoo.com (Parv Kaushik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SvXYUVwF6YI/AAAAAAAAAms/7aW5xGA_XMg/s72-c/The+Faceless+Philanthropist.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://parvkaushik.blogspot.com/2009/11/guest-post-na-jaane-kyun.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32000553.post-662913713220808084</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 19:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-04T01:36:27.740+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">her</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poems</category><title>If We Were Birds</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SvCMQ5S048I/AAAAAAAAAmk/N3ztTOBMYs8/s1600-h/brds5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SvCMQ5S048I/AAAAAAAAAmk/N3ztTOBMYs8/s400/brds5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399970175102804930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SvCMQ5S048I/AAAAAAAAAmk/N3ztTOBMYs8/s1600-h/brds5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SvCMQ5S048I/AAAAAAAAAmk/N3ztTOBMYs8/s400/brds5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399970175102804930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If we were birds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With a small little nest&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We wouldn't be much troubled&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If we were birds&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It wouldn't be hyperbole &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It would be perfect to say the least&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our own little nest of love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Filled with ample care and peace&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Would dwarf the mighty human mansions&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We, with no possessions&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And no twitter updates for others&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We, for us, would be more than enough&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’d chatter all day&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I’d pretend to listen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No newspaper to read&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No Facebook to check&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Who knows?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe I’d really listen!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32000553-662913713220808084?l=parvkaushik.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~4/ZNsDqJGIDPs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~3/ZNsDqJGIDPs/if-we-were-birds.html</link><author>parv_kaushik@yahoo.com (Parv Kaushik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SvCMQ5S048I/AAAAAAAAAmk/N3ztTOBMYs8/s72-c/brds5.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://parvkaushik.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-we-were-birds.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32000553.post-4232606252357584776</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 05:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-26T11:27:18.542+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random musings</category><title>5 Blogs To Visit Before You Die!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SrzIGiigXaI/AAAAAAAAAi4/PSfRhABg1Pg/s1600-h/DSC_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SrzIGiigXaI/AAAAAAAAAi4/PSfRhABg1Pg/s400/DSC_0051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385399269104573858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SrzFSKjDpPI/AAAAAAAAAiw/MAXR0Ocz9Hs/s1600-h/6054_106151996034_569811034_2830915_4925336_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/StwHKAe095I/AAAAAAAAAk0/-Azb2UAjAgw/s1600-h/141020091758.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/StwHKAe095I/AAAAAAAAAk0/-Azb2UAjAgw/s400/141020091758.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394194322192398226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen. Boys and Girls. Last month I gave you the incredible '&lt;a href="http://parvkaushik.blogspot.com/2009/09/5-websites-to-visit-before-you-die.html"&gt;5 Websites To Visit Before You Die!&lt;/a&gt;' Now here I am to present you with some of the most creative path-breaking mind blowing blogs. These blogs you may or may not have visited deserve your time and it's my promise that after visiting these you'll feel refreshed like a fresh air of spring! These blogs will win your love like they have done of countless other people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.sweetmangodesigns.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sweetmango&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This super-talented lady here from Australia is bound to overwhelm you. No amount of appreciation can really match the art she produces. A poet, philosopher, painter, photographer each of her posts is a tantamount to pinnacle of creativity both in form of colours and words. Her blog is an overflowing pot of love and peace. Buddhism is the guiding star and the underlining philosophy of all her creativity. In her own words she is: " Lover, Writer, Poet, Artist, Thinker, Photographer, Friend to all"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://deezden.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deezden&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how many adjectives I use it will always fall way short of all that I want to express about this blog. The blog design in itself is a masterpiece like a eternal painting on a canvas. Her paintings and musings is bound to enthrall and transport you to an altogether different dimension of existence. A riot of colours and tradition, of indian culture and religion. All mix and in synergy produce something so spectacular and you only wish you had such talent. All the ingredients of culture tradition religion talent creativity come together like different colour of rainbow to give you a out-of-this-world experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.&lt;a href="http://journal-poems.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Journal -Priya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone path breaking concept comes by breaking the status quo of the existing state of things. My blog isn't one of those I confess but this one is. It's said that imitation is the best form of flattery. My blog has a predecessor this is it. When I came across this blog years ago I decided this is the way my blog should be. I always try to match up the standard of poetry Priya has set in her blog. Enigmatic Priya is an artist with words. She paints the feelings and emotions with her beautifully woven words. This one is my inspiration. Visit and read for the feel-good factor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.&lt;a href="http://zenhabits.net/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zenhabits&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this one is among the top blogs on earth and yes it deserves it to be. Everything about it is so Buddhist and simple. From the minimalist design to career and life changing posts this blog is your guide to life. This is a layman's guide to a happy and whole living. This blog has the power to transform you into a person with a conscious living! This blog was among the 25 top blogs of the TIME magazine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.&lt;a href="http://www.rakeshjhunjhunwala.in/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rakesh Jhunjhunwala&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To tell you the truth i don't like this guy much but yeah his blog is worth a view. To those who don't know Rakesh Jhunjhunwala in his own words is "Billionaire a Billion times over" and has statements such as "I’m Rakesh Jhunjhunwala. I’m The World’s 1062nd Richest Man." actually he is. You can spot him on various business channels giving interviews. One thing good about his blog is: it's hilarious! Check it out if you want to have a good laugh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32000553-4232606252357584776?l=parvkaushik.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~4/BTPZIByhCY0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~3/BTPZIByhCY0/5-blogs-to-visit-before-you-die.html</link><author>parv_kaushik@yahoo.com (Parv Kaushik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SrzIGiigXaI/AAAAAAAAAi4/PSfRhABg1Pg/s72-c/DSC_0051.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://parvkaushik.blogspot.com/2009/10/5-blogs-to-visit-before-you-die.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32000553.post-3651438265427048840</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 05:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-23T10:59:00.117+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">guest post</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspirational</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poems</category><title>Guest Post...  तूफ़ान  से  नहीं  घबराते  हैं</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/Stv97dzwrCI/AAAAAAAAAks/pCvaJzuQxlU/s1600-h/don__t_call_me_gone_by_hotburrito2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/Stv97dzwrCI/AAAAAAAAAks/pCvaJzuQxlU/s400/don__t_call_me_gone_by_hotburrito2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394184176762137634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 20px; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;तूफ़ान  से  नहीं  घबराते  हैं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;मुश्किल  मैं  निखर  जाते  हैं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;हम  तो  वो  आंधी  हैं  जो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;पर्वत  से  गति  पाते  हैं&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ना  जलते  हैं  अंगारों  से&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ना  रुकते  हैं  दीवारों  से&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;जब  आ  जाएँ  अपनी  पर  तो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;गर्दिश  मैं  जीत के आते हैं&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;साथी  की नहीं  हमें  अभिलाषा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ना  रखते  दुनिया  से  आशा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;जब  चलते  हैं  मंजिल  के  लिए&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;तो साए  ही साथ  निभाते  हैं&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;लिख  दें  खुद किस्मत  की  रेखा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;कल  का  सूरज  किसने  देखा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;हम  ऐसे  आतिश  हैं  जो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;अंधेरों से  रौशनी  पाते  हैं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The above poem is by the very talented wanderlust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://swatantra-soch.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Priyanka Telang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.Visit her blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://swatantra-soch.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32000553-3651438265427048840?l=parvkaushik.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~4/hd1pgKMNWt0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~3/hd1pgKMNWt0/guest-post.html</link><author>parv_kaushik@yahoo.com (Parv Kaushik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/Stv97dzwrCI/AAAAAAAAAks/pCvaJzuQxlU/s72-c/don__t_call_me_gone_by_hotburrito2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://parvkaushik.blogspot.com/2009/10/guest-post.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32000553.post-8153586266214605765</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 09:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-20T14:48:00.201+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poems</category><title>Happy Memories In Abyss Of Mind</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/StmQkWwfjBI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cQo8GKQYx-k/s1600-h/584560237_e2ab571ce2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/StmQkWwfjBI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cQo8GKQYx-k/s400/584560237_e2ab571ce2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393500983011544082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;in the above pic (from left): Nitish, Saumitra, Gautam.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mind works in strange ways&lt;div&gt;Happy memories fade away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the sad ones remain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like dark clouds without rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sitting with happy mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Came happy memories from hind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered how some friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had fought with me like comrades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once my honour was at stake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears were near &amp;amp; happiness away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My days were full of much miseries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mammoth enemies planned audacities&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears brimmed in my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How my friends risked their lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also honour and social stature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything on the edge for rupture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They held hands &amp;amp; stood by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such fierce loyalty &amp;amp; unwavering love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humbled I stood with infinite strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How such memories fall in abyss of mind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32000553-8153586266214605765?l=parvkaushik.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~4/83LkjcMGCs4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~3/83LkjcMGCs4/happy-memories-in-abyss-of-mind.html</link><author>parv_kaushik@yahoo.com (Parv Kaushik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/StmQkWwfjBI/AAAAAAAAAkM/cQo8GKQYx-k/s72-c/584560237_e2ab571ce2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://parvkaushik.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-memories-in-abyss-of-mind.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32000553.post-4873184704886102737</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 20:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-18T02:32:48.653+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">politics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poems</category><title>The East India Company Vs. India</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/StmG9FZiRNI/AAAAAAAAAkE/5u8SvdnU34k/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/StmG9FZiRNI/AAAAAAAAAkE/5u8SvdnU34k/s400/16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393490412732302546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was there playing with butterflies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You came for me with guns and knives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I played with flowers, I played with bees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a gun you said 'I wont let you be'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smiled at you and gave you a hug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You pushed me aside &amp;amp; called me stupid fuck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I plucked a flower and lovingly gave it to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Innocent Oblivion, What were you looking for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Power', you yelled 'I need your head to bow.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sit on your knees and give me respect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Better die on foot than live on knees' I said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Death before Dishonour', I stood with straight head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said you had everyone on your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I'd rot alone with no shoulder to cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth doesn't need yes-sayers it stands alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'the truth shall set you free?' you laughed sore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a sick propaganda you spread your lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A gifted speech to impress the gullible minds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stood with faith in my heart &amp;amp; I sighed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deep inside me an inner strength replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the power of truth power of karma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Invisible yet invincible intangible yet intuitive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great Power rose through whole body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For any force of the world I was ready&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your face froze, ground slipped beneath feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where are your lies? Where's your herd of sheep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Truth did set me free&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, say can I play again with butterflies please? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;*it's the feelings of 'India' when the east india company came to rule and enslave it.   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32000553-4873184704886102737?l=parvkaushik.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~4/BxgLd8wr9tg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~3/BxgLd8wr9tg/east-india-company-vs-india.html</link><author>parv_kaushik@yahoo.com (Parv Kaushik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/StmG9FZiRNI/AAAAAAAAAkE/5u8SvdnU34k/s72-c/16.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://parvkaushik.blogspot.com/2009/10/east-india-company-vs-india.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32000553.post-4808428618824749064</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 19:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-13T01:32:30.980+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">politics</category><title>The One: Nicolas Sarkozy</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/StOJXlYwquI/AAAAAAAAAj0/VH4s6wlLo9A/s1600-h/nicolas_sarkozy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/StOJXlYwquI/AAAAAAAAAj0/VH4s6wlLo9A/s400/nicolas_sarkozy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391804217158576866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;The One&lt;/span&gt; in the world of dwarf politicians&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who dwarf among them stands tall 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The One&lt;/i&gt; who chose to follow his heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And married the one he loved 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The One&lt;/i&gt; who gave France a new identity 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And gave Europe a new dignity 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The One&lt;/i&gt; bold enough to embrace Socialism 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to speak against US-China polarism 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The One&lt;/i&gt; who stood up against China&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And honoured the saint Dalai Lama 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The One&lt;/i&gt; who embraced Secularism 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And acted against Islamic ghettoism 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The One&lt;/i&gt; leader of the New World Order&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And messiah of the poor masses. 10&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/32000553-4808428618824749064?l=parvkaushik.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~4/nSn1nsgXrgw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~3/nSn1nsgXrgw/one-nicolas-sarkozy.html</link><author>parv_kaushik@yahoo.com (Parv Kaushik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/StOJXlYwquI/AAAAAAAAAj0/VH4s6wlLo9A/s72-c/nicolas_sarkozy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://parvkaushik.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-nicolas-sarkozy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32000553.post-226083737373995568</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 19:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-09T01:11:55.150+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humour</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poems</category><title>If You Are Rich I'm Single!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/Ss5AI7nvcPI/AAAAAAAAAjs/0yT3uttX_Ys/s1600-h/Photo0086_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/Ss5AI7nvcPI/AAAAAAAAAjs/0yT3uttX_Ys/s400/Photo0086_001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390316326196572402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was checking this girl for a while&lt;div&gt;She used to pass and give me smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dreamed of making her mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And one day proposed her in no time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She asked if her expenses i could afford&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smiled faintly and replied 'No'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Don't waste my time please Go'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had another girl in my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On whom I had laid on my sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She'll love me she's so sweet &amp;amp; kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To propose her next would be right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She asked me what car I drive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said I was planning for a Nano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Don't waste my time please Go'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Optimist me, I chose to re-attempt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A girl whose generosity knew no ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She asked if I could gift diamond rings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said 'Your imagination has wings'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you take me daily to disco?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happens there I don't even know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Don't waste my time please Go'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32000553-226083737373995568?l=parvkaushik.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~4/0t6sEOrNLQY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~3/0t6sEOrNLQY/if-you-are-rich-im-single.html</link><author>parv_kaushik@yahoo.com (Parv Kaushik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/Ss5AI7nvcPI/AAAAAAAAAjs/0yT3uttX_Ys/s72-c/Photo0086_001.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://parvkaushik.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-you-are-rich-im-single.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32000553.post-3124344804233620607</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 18:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-04T23:31:00.359+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">religion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poems</category><title>Eight Blood Siblings</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SsOk_UcTNtI/AAAAAAAAAjk/EZBEzmRnGb4/s1600-h/2122575452_b243326ce8_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SsOk_UcTNtI/AAAAAAAAAjk/EZBEzmRnGb4/s400/2122575452_b243326ce8_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387330986991367890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just 13 Billion years ago&lt;div&gt;Our Milky Way was born&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And 4.6 Billion years ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hydrogen &amp;amp; Helium condensed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With some solid dust particles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molecular cloud condensed in itself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And our very own Sun took birth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eight planets were hence formed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trapped in orbits by gravity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eight blood siblings tied by fate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If any of the eight siblings is moved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Solar System will falter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such gravitational forces are at play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When our earth spins, it wobbles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moon's gravity damps that yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It moves away 3.8 cm/yr from us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even the sun will die one day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 Billion years from today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our neighboring galaxy Andromeda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And 280 alien Solar Systems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been found out by us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May be we have friends on one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Universe' mysteries are ad infinitum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/32000553-3124344804233620607?l=parvkaushik.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~4/CWJGKFAizU4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~3/CWJGKFAizU4/eight-blood-siblings.html</link><author>parv_kaushik@yahoo.com (Parv Kaushik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SsOk_UcTNtI/AAAAAAAAAjk/EZBEzmRnGb4/s72-c/2122575452_b243326ce8_o.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://parvkaushik.blogspot.com/2009/10/eight-blood-siblings.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32000553.post-4992546912339823896</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 17:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-30T23:12:50.768+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sadness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poems</category><title>What Did I Do To Lose You?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SsOYP47AS_I/AAAAAAAAAjU/WsCVLUyjyZ0/s1600-h/priyaanandpariyani9+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SsOYP47AS_I/AAAAAAAAAjU/WsCVLUyjyZ0/s400/priyaanandpariyani9+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387316978010573810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You left me standing here&lt;div&gt;A long long time ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My head was heavy as lead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That day my heart felt strange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were acting weird lately&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not calling with new excuses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not meeting for new reasons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My days became twisted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deep inside I knew I was losing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Losing you from myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what could I do but watch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made you smile and laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as I could do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved you, Oh! I loved you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all the ways I knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then My wait was over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'&lt;i&gt;It's over&lt;/i&gt;' you said '&lt;i&gt;forever&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without any hesitation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't believe it was easy for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wondered what I went through?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stab myself everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With questions I have no answer to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I confront you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'What did I do to lose you?' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32000553-4992546912339823896?l=parvkaushik.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~4/5EmHw0CHpaU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~3/5EmHw0CHpaU/what-did-i-do-to-lose-you.html</link><author>parv_kaushik@yahoo.com (Parv Kaushik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SsOYP47AS_I/AAAAAAAAAjU/WsCVLUyjyZ0/s72-c/priyaanandpariyani9+(1).jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://parvkaushik.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-did-i-do-to-lose-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32000553.post-5932631286918030201</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 17:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-27T23:33:39.749+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humour</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">her</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">flirt</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poems</category><title>Tears In Her Eyes -2.</title><description>&lt;div&gt;Oh what an evening it was that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You came to me with sad eyes and frown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat brimming with tears and apathy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ready to flow like rain to shed pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked you laden with guilt and fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i were the reason of your sadness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I metally rewinded our day's talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of yesterday's and day before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a policeman looking for clue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking hard if someone said stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Standing there at the bus stop's line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then you shed tears with long sobs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passersby glared at me hard and long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like i made you a pregnant (oh no!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now look me your cruel boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wont accept you with a baby inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And leave you at mercy of the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh God! I just wish girls knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never to cry in public with a guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he's never mustered the courage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To even hold your hands, but now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fights the worlds gaze like a sinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took you side, made your crying quite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Phew! spares the icy cold stares now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a real grave impression i asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was that made you publicly cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said how the parents were unfair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a melancholic saga i heard you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why they hardly appreciate your acts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfair their judgements for siblings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God i wasn't reason for tears :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost you and there a came a hot girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some chick with look, what an attitude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smiled at her and so did she faintly ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't remember you were there watching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You fumed &amp;amp; slapped me so hard it hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking away angrily hurling abuses :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Shit the glares will me back again )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i recovered from the slap shock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A crowd like hounds surrounded me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought it was time for dignified exit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But they wont allow me that for sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They kicked me and boxed me hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like i was a punching bag at their gym&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They did all kind of their stunts with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These Indian men are so good at beating &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even from the hot chick came no rescue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i lay with bandages all over, broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;p.s if you are not angry now please come and see me. I'm in Kailash Hospital Room No.132 and please don't cry again this time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://parvkaushik.blogspot.com/2009/08/tears-in-her-eyes.html"&gt;Tears In Her Eyes 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32000553-5932631286918030201?l=parvkaushik.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~4/kS3pkhryMEM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~3/kS3pkhryMEM/tears-in-her-eyes-2.html</link><author>parv_kaushik@yahoo.com (Parv Kaushik)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://parvkaushik.blogspot.com/2009/09/tears-in-her-eyes-2.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32000553.post-7841836636206975512</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 11:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-25T19:19:47.748+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random musings</category><title>5 Websites To Visit Before You Die!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SrzIGiigXaI/AAAAAAAAAi4/PSfRhABg1Pg/s1600-h/DSC_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SrzIGiigXaI/AAAAAAAAAi4/PSfRhABg1Pg/s400/DSC_0051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385399269104573858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SrzFSKjDpPI/AAAAAAAAAiw/MAXR0Ocz9Hs/s1600-h/6054_106151996034_569811034_2830915_4925336_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SrzFSKjDpPI/AAAAAAAAAiw/MAXR0Ocz9Hs/s320/6054_106151996034_569811034_2830915_4925336_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385396170287981810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies And Gentlemen. Buckle up your seat belts, sit back because these websites are sure to throw you away in an all together new world with full throttle. May be you have visited a few of these ones or maybe not. May be you'll find them an utter waste of your time but they do deserve your attention. Have a look at them and spend time on it, I promise you the experience won't be regretful.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here they are in no particular order the 5 websites you should visit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.thezeitgeistmovement.com/joomla/"&gt;The Zeitgeist Movement&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my adult life, i have been wondering about the Utopian society. Just, fair and equal to all. Which of the present structures are most suited for humanity? Capitalism, Communism, Socialism etc. How to integrate the differences existing in the society and give each human being a right to live his life with honour, dignity and freedom. As they say the problem is not solved on the same level it is created i found it here. This movement answered all my question and now i know the real workings of Corporates, World Bank, Bank and Financial Institutions, Religion, and above all the concept of money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will open your eyes to a world which is all around you but one you never saw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;Deviant Art&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is creative people's heaven. An artists' goldmine and a treasure of masterpieces. It's that place on the internet where if you log in you'll realize that the world is full of creative and talented souls. The creativity of whom knows no boundaries and whose eyes see but beauty everywhere. I visit this site daily and yes i get lost. I lose the tracks of time. I wish i were transported through some miracle into their beautiful company or gain their expertise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.&lt;a href="http://www.free-tarot-reading.net/"&gt;Lotus Tarot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okie Dokie this is a cheeky one but not one to be missed. I'm not much into crystal ball grazing but here it is zen tarot cards laid out for you! These tarot card reading are not phony i can assure you that. There are no spam ads nor are they killing you try their paid services. Take this when when you want to clear the haze and know what's going with you, against you and what's in store for you in the near future. I wish it could also predict questions for my engineering exams. Damn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.&lt;a href="http://www.hinduism.co.za/"&gt;Hinduism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is your guide to the oldest civilization in the world which has survived with unbroken chain. No fancy graphics no confusing site map. It is as simple as it can be. If you really want to know about Sanatana Dharma this is your one stop Wikipedia presented in a logical manner. A website for people looking for some serious material and about Hindu texts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.greenpeace.org/india/home-2/"&gt;Greenpeace India&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through this website I came to know how our "trusted" companies like TATA and Nestle are fooling us and taking advantage of government's laxity. You should get registered at their website and know that these people are not screaming climate lunatics but rare and genuine people who are fighting for our rights and our planets. The causes we wont be interested to waste our 2 mins of precious time these people are going to jail for it. Risking their entire lives for you. They deserve your support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32000553-7841836636206975512?l=parvkaushik.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~4/LqKCuxAROW4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~3/LqKCuxAROW4/5-websites-to-visit-before-you-die.html</link><author>parv_kaushik@yahoo.com (Parv Kaushik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SrzIGiigXaI/AAAAAAAAAi4/PSfRhABg1Pg/s72-c/DSC_0051.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://parvkaushik.blogspot.com/2009/09/5-websites-to-visit-before-you-die.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32000553.post-4188985529291599852</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 13:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-22T19:19:29.141+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sadness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poems</category><title>My Last Sonnet For You.</title><description>To My Dear Husband,&lt;div&gt;                                       Whom I always trusted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now that I see your ugliness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What claims will you make of your beauty?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now that I see your reality&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What mask will you wear to fool me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now that I know who you are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What about your delusions of grandeur?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now that I see your lies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What truth will you boast of now?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now that I see your fallacy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What stories of peaks will you share now?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now that I see your infidelity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;What morals will you uphold before me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now that I see you through&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would you still claim to be true?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your faithful aka foolish Wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aniruddh&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kanchan&lt;/span&gt; came today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a wonderful poem by the incredibly talented sweetmangoLOVE on Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sweetmangodesigns.com/2009/09/peace-man-lady-boy-girl.html"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32000553-4188985529291599852?l=parvkaushik.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~4/DcMAl5oyJY8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~3/DcMAl5oyJY8/my-last-sonnet-for-you.html</link><author>parv_kaushik@yahoo.com (Parv Kaushik)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://parvkaushik.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-last-sonnet-for-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32000553.post-7047380156589757122</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 11:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-18T17:59:06.500+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">her</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poems</category><title>An Year Ago On This Day.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SrN8wvUyc8I/AAAAAAAAAh0/iuEcBMXUYww/s1600-h/b_756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SrN8wvUyc8I/AAAAAAAAAh0/iuEcBMXUYww/s400/b_756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382783156417098690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An year ago we were here&lt;div&gt;And it was here you told me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You told me you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I heard it wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I would never hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sweet words you said that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought it would never come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A day to take my breath away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet fortune smiled on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a day did came, an year ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this exact day in September&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The words of that day refuse to fade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still echoes their sound in my ears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still that feeling lives beneath my skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still lives that memory for eternity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That one moment crystallised &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was never to be the same again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life took on a different course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My destiny took a beautiful turn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fate could serve me no better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That wind I remember touching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Said something to me secretly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll tell you now what it said to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Didn't I tell you she loves you Idiot"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zephyr whispered slowly in my ears!&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/32000553-7047380156589757122?l=parvkaushik.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~4/c8wuc0UBGiY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~3/c8wuc0UBGiY/year-ago-on-this-day.html</link><author>parv_kaushik@yahoo.com (Parv Kaushik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SrN8wvUyc8I/AAAAAAAAAh0/iuEcBMXUYww/s72-c/b_756.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://parvkaushik.blogspot.com/2009/09/year-ago-on-this-day.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32000553.post-4439062130613259635</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 15:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-12T19:47:24.752+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poems</category><title>The Girl With Polio</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SqunWZnAzmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/lheZN4fLvGo/s1600-h/5612_118544390635_600005635_2785387_8147317_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SqunWZnAzmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/lheZN4fLvGo/s400/5612_118544390635_600005635_2785387_8147317_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380578183097667170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SqunMS3PyrI/AAAAAAAAAg0/wTCP2BTb-Jc/s1600-h/450px-Walker._frame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SqunMS3PyrI/AAAAAAAAAg0/wTCP2BTb-Jc/s400/450px-Walker._frame.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380578009488018098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see this girl in my college everyday&lt;div&gt;She's the one with polio and a walker tray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each small step for her is a long journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How slowly she passes corridor you must see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still no hint of self-pity or apathy on face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just some innocence and smiling grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look at her and wonder how she feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People swiftly passing her so mobile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jumping, running and brisk walking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then she always has one friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With whom all her time is spend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pass through corridor and see the duo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side by side at all times, in no hurry to go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The friend i swear is smart and beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I look at her, she's so simple and lovely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a guardian angel always with her only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They share a bond so deep it can only be felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel it everytime I see them together and melt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has all the patience to walk slowly, I dwell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept observing and looking for them everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I noticed how the Polio girl smiled for her friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A smile so true it gets beneath your skin for good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A smile so true in a world of fake ones is a sunshine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her friend could have been making many friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Running and howling in the corridors and fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reasons angelic she acted as her shield!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see them and mentally bless them both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like an elder witnessing two nice souls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much love i see, Oh God! bless me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I intent daily to go and talk to them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May be smile as I pass and say Hi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell the polio girl it's OK and I care &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then turn around to her friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell her I notice and see her everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due to you I know what's 'Good Karma'!&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/32000553-4439062130613259635?l=parvkaushik.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~4/-bmmtkNd5Xg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~3/-bmmtkNd5Xg/girl-with-polio.html</link><author>parv_kaushik@yahoo.com (Parv Kaushik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SqunWZnAzmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/lheZN4fLvGo/s72-c/5612_118544390635_600005635_2785387_8147317_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://parvkaushik.blogspot.com/2009/09/girl-with-polio.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32000553.post-8460638556088394334</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 12:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-04T20:36:43.431+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">quotes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">books</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random musings</category><title>What Am I Reading?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SqEjvWtKr0I/AAAAAAAAAf8/25J7tdgP568/s1600-h/140720091443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SqEjvWtKr0I/AAAAAAAAAf8/25J7tdgP568/s400/140720091443.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377618726512930626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;The past few days have been intellectually stimulating for me. Well they better be I finished reading 5 books. It makes me so happy to read. I am not a voracious reader but still I read to the limit i can push myself to read! It isn't as bad as it is. Here Are the 5 books which i have finished reading recently. They are:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.&lt;b&gt;Go Kiss The World&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;i&gt;Subroto Bagchi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well sure some time has passed since finishing this one. Subroto Bagchi is one of the co-founders of MindTree. I had read many of his articles in many magazines and i was impressed to say the least. I had very high expectations which I admit the book didn't lived up to. I was keen to read on Bagchi's parents and his upbringing on which the articles were about. That part about the book about the parents was no doubt interesting but it is the details that get onto you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a book for entrepreneurs and people in the corporate sector. The book has more of Bagchi's professional life and all the assignments which gets sketchy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.&lt;b&gt;Angels And Demons&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;i&gt;Dan Brown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK don't gape at me with full eyes but yes I'm pretty late at this one but finally i finish this never-ending one. I'm slow at Dan Brown i have noticed something makes me go slow at his novels and the thickness of them makes me go s.....l.....o.....w.....e.....r too!! But this was a nice one. I saw the movie right after I finished the book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.&lt;b&gt;The Curious Case Of Dog In The Night Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;i&gt;Mark Haddon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am in love with this one. The lead character Christopher Boone is an autistic kid and studies in a special school. He goes about to investigate the murder of his neighbour's dog 'Wellington'. But more important than the story is the way in which it is told. The chapters are numbered with prime numbers. Christopher who is gifted in mathematics and has special liking for prime numbers says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Prime numbers are what is left when you have taken all the patterns away. I think prime numbers are like life. They are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;and here's another one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I think people believe in heaven because they don't like the idea of dying, because they want to carry on living and they don't like the idea that other people will move into their house and put their things into the rubbish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 18px; font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SqEk5bo-YeI/AAAAAAAAAgE/DwA6yGIoaLI/s1600-h/my-friend-sancho-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SqEk5bo-YeI/AAAAAAAAAgE/DwA6yGIoaLI/s400/my-friend-sancho-cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377619999147844066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Friend Sancho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amit Varma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I was dying to read this one. After all the rave reviews I read everywhere this was on my top list and thankfully i finally did it. I read this one in just two sittings interrupted by nothing but sleep and believe me it was unputdownable. The author Amit Varma is a blogger and a journalist and has used his book amply to promote his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://indiauncut.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. The book in itself is full of humorous quotes and witty remarks which will make you laugh more than a dozen times and let me tell you if you've been thinking that this is a love story novel you need to read it to get your misconceptions removed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;5.&lt;b&gt;The White Tiger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;~&lt;i&gt;Arvind Adiga&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;This one is very close to my heart for two reasons. ONE- The way Delhi has been described here makes it lovable to me. Especially when he tells about the book-seller in the PVR Saket market it almost gave me goosebumps. I was totally in awe of the book. He has shown the India in a way that i myself see India. The poor have been rotting in the Darkness while rich people are making a killing by living in the Light. This one is a well researched book and the way in which he describes the Bharat from which we are unaware of just gives you goosebumps. A very fine read indeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Hope you don't mind the randomness and lack of thought in the post!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently Reading&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Autobiography Of A Yogi&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;~ &lt;i&gt;Paramhansa Yogananda&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Future Reading: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;Diary Of Anne Frank~&lt;i&gt;Anne Frank&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;                              Krishna~&lt;i&gt;Osho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;                              Surely You're Joking Mr.Feynman~ &lt;i&gt;Richard Feynman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wish To Read: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Keep Off The Grass~&lt;i&gt;Karan Bajaj&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;                           The Case Of Exploding Mangoes~&lt;i&gt;Mohammed Hanif&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;I can read anything I guess except course books!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32000553-8460638556088394334?l=parvkaushik.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~4/aMDyXfnO0bs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~3/aMDyXfnO0bs/what-i-am-reading.html</link><author>parv_kaushik@yahoo.com (Parv Kaushik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SqEjvWtKr0I/AAAAAAAAAf8/25J7tdgP568/s72-c/140720091443.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://parvkaushik.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-i-am-reading.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32000553.post-4035081867203966228</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 18:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T00:40:43.658+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">country</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">politics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poems</category><title>I The Prime Minister</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/Sp1wrpw-vPI/AAAAAAAAAf0/wnpo1ewVOL0/s1600-h/ManmohanSingh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 366px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/Sp1wrpw-vPI/AAAAAAAAAf0/wnpo1ewVOL0/s400/ManmohanSingh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376577425398217970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Weakest Art Thou, Weakest Art Thou.&lt;div&gt;They shrieked in a shrill &amp;amp; loud voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They named me names &amp;amp; played me games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alas, The country tormented 'em to shame!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They said I made the country fragile &amp;amp; weak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They told me I was a pseudo-secular freak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have toiled &amp;amp; laboured for this country&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For which people have awarded us generously!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was the one behind the Nuclear deal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had many NDA wounds to heal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I who once studied under street light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now the PM of this country twice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at receiving end- left or right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now look at me as I history rewrite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The country's under my vision and foresight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came as a soldier now I'm a shining Knight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonia G Rahul G have confidence and trust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For I have a clear heart ain't no Power's lust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a clean respectful image and honest smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never after Nehru India had a PM so refined!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;this is a fictional account of our PM's feelings of how he would have felt after the election results were out. the image present here is that of a purely egoist person. i have present him through a prism where it's his soliloquy. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of the useful links you may visit and find worthy of your time:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.sm's blog on politics and fashion and everything in between. A comprehensive and very informative blog for a layman:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://realityviews.blogspot.com/"&gt;From Politics To Fashion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.This is Nikita's blog which had a beautiful poem "The Doll" a very touching and moving poem indeed, do read it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreeemzz.blogspot.com/2009/08/doll.html"&gt;The Doll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.Anil Sawan has a popular blog "colors" containing some very interesting write-ups, i liked the latest one written on his blog:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ruffledsoul.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-tears-smile.html"&gt;love,tears &amp;amp; smile &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32000553-4035081867203966228?l=parvkaushik.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~4/ZRW5oqwC1Ys" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~3/ZRW5oqwC1Ys/i-prime-minister.html</link><author>parv_kaushik@yahoo.com (Parv Kaushik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/Sp1wrpw-vPI/AAAAAAAAAf0/wnpo1ewVOL0/s72-c/ManmohanSingh.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://parvkaushik.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-prime-minister.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32000553.post-436533669252107653</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 15:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-27T23:31:33.932+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sadness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random musings</category><title>"Kaushik ek din teri achchai tjhe le doobegi"</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/Spa5WNHTAnI/AAAAAAAAAfk/OyLNWylva5g/s1600-h/DSCN0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/Spa5WNHTAnI/AAAAAAAAAfk/OyLNWylva5g/s400/DSCN0119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374686996441793138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Kaushik one day your goodness will drown you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-A very wise man who knows me and is known by the name of Gautam Dhameja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;WARNING:&lt;/b&gt; The following post contains convoluted self-analysis.. it is a cruel dissection with no rona-gaana about wicked fate and evil people. You may waste your time reading this as i am wasting time writing it! ;) okkk that last line i was just kidding! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I rushed to meet my friend Gautam in Noida for a urgent crisis for which the clock was ticking faster than Bolt runs his sprints. I tried to be a good samartian and helped a passer-by in which as usual i made a fool of myself. (don't investigate further details its my blog and i ain't gonna tell :) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I narrated the incident to Dhameja and he offered me the golden words of wisdom-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Kaushik ek din teri achchai tjhe le doobegi"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then a thought process complicated than a chain reaction and more explosive than the anti-matter ( just finished Angels and Demons) started in my head. It's proven beyond doubt that the "&lt;i&gt;seedha-saadha&lt;/i&gt;" Parv Kaushik has always suffered in the face of "&lt;i&gt;tez-tarrar&lt;/i&gt;" people. People often tend to confuse kindness with weakness ( yes i stole it from Swordfish when John Travolta says it to Hugh Jackman)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;i&gt;seedha-saadha aadmi&lt;/i&gt; (SSA- THE SPECIES I CONSIDER I BELONG TO) is almost extinct now. It does not even figures in the endangered species list. Probably SSA is going to be in the next issue of 'Lost Species Of 21st century'. The characteristics of the SSA species are as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. These species carry a malfunctioning hereditary DNA of &lt;i&gt;imaandaari&lt;/i&gt; "honesty" in them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. They are genuinely nice to everybody and fail to prioritize their behaviour in relation to the returns expected from other members of other species. (I call it 'selective affability')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. These species as predicted by Gautam Buddha speak the truth and live the condemned life. They walk on the path of the truth and pay for it- Buddha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.They can easily be trapped and fooled once you present a rosy picture and behave nicely. SSA's are easily trusting hence the annihilation of the species.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Docile species rarely reacts even when it sees it is being harmed. People often see it as SSA's foolishness. ( which I'm afraid we are - foolish)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.Will always fail in business bcuz thy will be too shy to ask for their own money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;etc. etc. etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I'm currently reading "The Curious Case Of Dog In The Night-time" by Mark Haddon  let me analyse my kryptonite (&lt;i&gt;seedhapan&lt;/i&gt;) the way the lead character Christopher would. Let me like Kaavya Vishwanathan's Opel Mehta chalk out steps to end my kryptonite and enter into the skin of normal human species to survive.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;WAIT.. WAIT.. WAIT..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO I REALLY WANT TO?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me get this straight. I touch my heart and i ask myself... If I want to change? Can i change? I think the world is full of smart and over-smart people. It's OK being a fool. It's OK to trust people even when you know they don't deserve it. Trusting is important, people are not. A clean heart and a clean conscience is all i have and perhaps all i need. I look around at the insanity around me lifestyle addiction, politics, jealously, hatred, anger. I'm happy being a kid in adults world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I'm an SSA but yes i can say with my held held high that there ain't no person whom i cannot look into the eyes. Believe me I can. I did commit mistakes i did disappoint people but in my heart i know I'm pure. Let me suffer it's OK but somewhere deep down inside i know when Dhameja sleeps tonight he'll know they are still nice people around. There are people ain't mad after money, sex, power, fame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/Spa5jX-BddI/AAAAAAAAAfs/1OxGe-LL--I/s1600-h/anyday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/Spa5jX-BddI/AAAAAAAAAfs/1OxGe-LL--I/s400/anyday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374687222693983698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how many would have left before reading and comprehending any of this stuff. At last i don't think i can change. Its a handicap may be. But if you ask my heart I'll happily renounce the material world for a clear conscience before i die if that's the price for it. May be I'll survive in this jungle may be i wont but i want to sleep tonight peacefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32000553-436533669252107653?l=parvkaushik.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~4/0OQJUhw5nkU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~3/0OQJUhw5nkU/kaushik-ek-din-teri-achchai-tjhe-le.html</link><author>parv_kaushik@yahoo.com (Parv Kaushik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/Spa5WNHTAnI/AAAAAAAAAfk/OyLNWylva5g/s72-c/DSCN0119.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://parvkaushik.blogspot.com/2009/08/kaushik-ek-din-teri-achchai-tjhe-le.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32000553.post-3461839892850871435</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 19:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-24T01:24:03.178+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">country</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">politics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poems</category><title>I Need A Miracle</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SpGd_8gc-yI/AAAAAAAAAfU/2vT1VH6aYpo/s1600-h/23072009098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SpGd_8gc-yI/AAAAAAAAAfU/2vT1VH6aYpo/s400/23072009098.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373249552329276194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My face covered with sweat&lt;div&gt;I'm so dizzy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Heat by all accounts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is not funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A clean sky haunts my eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some obscure farmer ends his life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sun has no mercy for the meek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even the strong admit total defeat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cry to rain God for some relief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This drought sends more grief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for 100 rs. per kg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Judgement day i can foresee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For sin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aplenty&lt;/span&gt; we are punished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our coffins getting burnished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wail.. I scream.. I cry aloud..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;government&lt;/span&gt; before God has bowed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They sit with their faces proud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;High up in power corridors on clouds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many will sleep hungry tonight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how many will party overnight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need an answer I need a miracle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jokes Rain God's playing isn't satirical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When idiots sit in authority of humanity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When vanity overpowers their sanity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will they help that obscure dead farmer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or will they keep dancing to wealthy charmers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big politicians feed us their daily lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will they ever care to hear our cries?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need an answer I need a miracle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need someone to answer my prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32000553-3461839892850871435?l=parvkaushik.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~4/6b21tkgUP7g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~3/6b21tkgUP7g/i-need-miracle.html</link><author>parv_kaushik@yahoo.com (Parv Kaushik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SpGd_8gc-yI/AAAAAAAAAfU/2vT1VH6aYpo/s72-c/23072009098.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://parvkaushik.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-need-miracle.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32000553.post-8190740920029413060</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 12:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-18T18:03:48.237+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">guest post</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humour</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poems</category><title>Guest Post... बढती महंगाई By Priyanka Telang</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;जाने क्या एक दिन हमारे मन मैं आई&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;कि दिल ने हास्य कविता लिखने की इच्छा जताई&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;सोचा की किस विषय को आधार बनायें&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;तो याद आई देश की बढती महंगाई&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;लिखने के लिए कलम उठाया&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;तो उस पर पारकर लिखा पाया&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;सोचा इसकी स्याही व्यर्थ नहीं गँवायेंगे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;हम साधारण पेंसिल से ही काम चलाएंगे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;लिखने को पन्ने उठाये&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;तो मेरे भाई बहन दोनों चिल्लाये&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;दीदी यह क्या करती हो A4 sheet कंप्यूटर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;के लिए है इसे क्यूँ ख़राब करती हो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;मैं बोली एक अदद पन्ने से तुम्हारा क्या जाएगा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;इस बहाने मेरे विचारों को आधार तो मिल जाएगा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;पलट के जवाब आया विचारों के पैसे थोड़े ही लगते हैं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;पर यह पन्ने महंगे हैं मुफ्त मैं नहीं मिलते हैं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;मैं थोडा जुन्झ्लाई ,मगर फिर मुस्कुराई&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;एक पद ही लिखा था की मुझे प्यास लग आई&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;मैं गयी रसोई को और लौट के आई&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;देखा की पिताश्री कक्ष मैं पधारे हैं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;और मेरे लिखे पन्ने पे मां से हिसाब लिखवा रहे हैं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;अब मेरी सहन शक्ति का बाँध टूट गया&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;लिखने चली थी हास्य कविता और रोना छूट गया&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;मन मैं ठाना की अब कभी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;हास्य कविता के लिए कलम नहीं उठाऊंगी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;मां बोली तू दुखी क्यूँ होती है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;तेरा विवाह हास्य कवी से ही करवाऊंगी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;BY - &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/11017736782355008698"&gt;PRIYANKA TELANG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Her blog can be found &lt;a href="http://swatantra-soch.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32000553-8190740920029413060?l=parvkaushik.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~4/y0_g8evjmWU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~3/y0_g8evjmWU/guest-post-by-priyanka-telang.html</link><author>parv_kaushik@yahoo.com (Parv Kaushik)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://parvkaushik.blogspot.com/2009/08/guest-post-by-priyanka-telang.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32000553.post-3127467550802299132</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 11:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-16T16:58:33.434+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humour</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">her</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poems</category><title>My Little Cat!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/Sofr7Z7XMMI/AAAAAAAAAfE/sy-6z25I-V4/s1600-h/11062008743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/Sofr7Z7XMMI/AAAAAAAAAfE/sy-6z25I-V4/s400/11062008743.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370520486467285186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chutki is my little Cat...&lt;div&gt;The most pretty Fat Cat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's only My Cat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm so Fat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my Cat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She eats small Rats...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look here she Sat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wearing a brown Cap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's one lazy Crap...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My big fat Cat...&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/32000553-3127467550802299132?l=parvkaushik.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~4/JNWYSZOVqRA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~3/JNWYSZOVqRA/my-little-cat.html</link><author>parv_kaushik@yahoo.com (Parv Kaushik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/Sofr7Z7XMMI/AAAAAAAAAfE/sy-6z25I-V4/s72-c/11062008743.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://parvkaushik.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-little-cat.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32000553.post-6833222381957558520</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2009 12:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-13T18:40:42.798+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poems</category><title>BIG CITY LIFE</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SoQO4JKo1II/AAAAAAAAAeU/BMhgg9fRd50/s1600-h/270720091489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SoQO4JKo1II/AAAAAAAAAeU/BMhgg9fRd50/s400/270720091489.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369433013428475010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SoQOrnff48I/AAAAAAAAAeM/1_IJaxguCEY/s1600-h/290720091500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SoQOrnff48I/AAAAAAAAAeM/1_IJaxguCEY/s400/290720091500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369432798230733762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wake up to screaming alarm clocks&lt;div&gt;Half sleep and haunting dead-lines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a cold heart and rushing mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fighting for my own brief limelight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bearing the traffic and the crowds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jostling&lt;/span&gt; to fight every single frown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sore heart, false ego and attitude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm an Urban Monk with no gratitude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Filled to core with materialistic greed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depressed, angry, overfed and obese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A ritzy condo in the concrete jungle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone except me in city is fungal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lonely heart calls for care and attention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want some respect and little recognition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This city is after all a wild, deadly jungle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the meek preys and hunters mural&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A smile can get me maim and paralysed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beside me, in which soul can I confide?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This big city life I'm trying to get by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pressurised&lt;/span&gt; in a cubicle cabin I quietly sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32000553-6833222381957558520?l=parvkaushik.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~4/-r9aqbFFpYo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~3/-r9aqbFFpYo/big-city-life.html</link><author>parv_kaushik@yahoo.com (Parv Kaushik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SoQO4JKo1II/AAAAAAAAAeU/BMhgg9fRd50/s72-c/270720091489.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://parvkaushik.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-city-life.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32000553.post-6872893494666528767</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 06:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-06T12:32:43.031+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">her</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poems</category><title>Tears In Her Eyes</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/Snp_9_QFUlI/AAAAAAAAAeE/cf3L9153FNo/s1600-h/tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/Snp_9_QFUlI/AAAAAAAAAeE/cf3L9153FNo/s400/tears.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366742608893006418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In my own idiotic stupidness&lt;div&gt;In my overflowing ego&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rebuked her in a cafe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The love of my life, I rebuked her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rebuked the only one who cared for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, in my false pretense of attitude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looked the other way for some while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No response from her irritated me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I glimpsed again at her angrily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her head held down by million thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A droplet had accumulated in her eyelid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The droplet swelled into a drop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when it could no longer contain itself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tear flowed from my beloveds eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It rolled down her cheek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart seized and nearly missed a beat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made her frown, I made her cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My false ego crashed without a sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pain in my chest I could not deny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regret loaded my mind with lead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looked at me with angry eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet anger turned into angry smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon a gale of laughter filled the place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She blamed me yet she embraced!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32000553-6872893494666528767?l=parvkaushik.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~4/R1QeOSb1nvo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~3/R1QeOSb1nvo/tears-in-her-eyes.html</link><author>parv_kaushik@yahoo.com (Parv Kaushik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/Snp_9_QFUlI/AAAAAAAAAeE/cf3L9153FNo/s72-c/tears.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://parvkaushik.blogspot.com/2009/08/tears-in-her-eyes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32000553.post-3595077970006319603</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2009 07:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-31T22:22:56.619+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">country</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">religion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">politics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poems</category><title>An Ode To Advani</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SnKjixHdbQI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mofF4VAHmaI/s1600-h/New+Image-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SnKjixHdbQI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mofF4VAHmaI/s400/New+Image-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364529923847187714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thou defeated demoralised Army&lt;div&gt;Thy angry rebel demotivated generals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cult like personality &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;defuctant&lt;/span&gt; website&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A final assault for the top job in sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Samurai armed with e-weapons fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Weakest Art Thou', you shouted aloud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Savarkar's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hindutva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; found a father in crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Afzal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Guru, Swiss Black money, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ladli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;laxmi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yojna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Telangana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Gorakhland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, IT Vision all for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bharat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Maa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Babri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; demon raised it's head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2004 debacle issue wasn't dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jaitley&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Shourie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Modi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Swaraj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Capable of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;overthrowing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Congressi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Raj&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16 May the destiny unfolded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Thou's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; weakest was now the strongest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;coronated&lt;/span&gt; the crown again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another son G checkmated the game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears ebbed in your lonely eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;thumpers&lt;/span&gt; gave mocking smiles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Media triumphant with it's white lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24x7 stories of Saffron Party debacle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Showing like the party is about to die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your enemies stand erect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masses ignorant of enemy's vice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Bharat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Maa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stands exposed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Advani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at helm to call it's own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wake up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Advani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do not rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep the fire burning in your chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Start anew, Start afresh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let critics scream, let 'em lash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep walking don't let dreams crash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep walking do not rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep walking do not rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32000553-3595077970006319603?l=parvkaushik.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~4/2mN-alGLGRc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~3/2mN-alGLGRc/ode-to-advani.html</link><author>parv_kaushik@yahoo.com (Parv Kaushik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/SnKjixHdbQI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mofF4VAHmaI/s72-c/New+Image-2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://parvkaushik.blogspot.com/2009/07/ode-to-advani.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32000553.post-8803869743274200620</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 07:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-27T13:44:16.606+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">her</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poems</category><title>How can anyone NOT fall in love with you?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/Sm1hoZPpVLI/AAAAAAAAAdc/sn_OPYL9rcQ/s1600-h/suji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/Sm1hoZPpVLI/AAAAAAAAAdc/sn_OPYL9rcQ/s400/suji.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363050077867300018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Never did it occur to me&lt;div&gt;It was so clear yet i couldn't see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can anyone NOT fall in love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You, are as quiet, as popular as &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the moon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sweet laughter and a pleasant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makes the world still for a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday the sun comes up to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see a miracle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The desire to catch your glimpse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is insatiable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The breeze is one i feel jealous of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It blows and touches all of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moon is another one to fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(for you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He beholds you all night long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flowers pile over one another &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the garden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those who fail to charm you - sadden!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They all smile and celebrate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our meeting is cosmic union to vindicate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32000553-8803869743274200620?l=parvkaushik.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~4/PiirgELyfiw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FuNc/~3/PiirgELyfiw/how-can-anyone-not-fall-in-love-with.html</link><author>parv_kaushik@yahoo.com (Parv Kaushik)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWXRsBJhnF8/Sm1hoZPpVLI/AAAAAAAAAdc/sn_OPYL9rcQ/s72-c/suji.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://parvkaushik.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-can-anyone-not-fall-in-love-with.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
