<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721</id><updated>2012-01-19T21:09:19.244+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Smile Ur Way</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721.post-115403834906255994</id><published>2006-07-28T03:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-28T03:42:29.093+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye!!!</title><content type='html'>I think this is going to be my last post her......after this am bidding a goodbye to the world of blogging.....&lt;br /&gt;may be now onwards u may not find this blog, but surely no new post............unfortunately this blog cudnt even complete a single year of its existence......or even if it did......it wont be updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15148721-115403834906255994?l=unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115403834906255994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15148721&amp;postID=115403834906255994' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/115403834906255994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/115403834906255994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye!!!'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721.post-115372738330664374</id><published>2006-07-24T12:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-26T14:22:42.600+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lonesome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As I wrote in my last post.......its time to make few indelible memories, a time to make every relation alive, forgetting all the mishaps and creating new ones (mishaps???). Well before that am plugging away in accommodating myself in this old place among unknowns. Its hard for a person like me to get the things back on track...... of course am trying my best. I wish myself all the best in achieving the goals, perhaps more importance is the confidence. Although am not the lost face in the crowd neither am in the lime light, still am alone........alone in the group of friends. Am I really alone??? &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No!!!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not really, coz every time I am surrounded by many ....... or I should say&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;am surrounded by the angels, ( &lt;i style=""&gt;I believe in angels, the one sent by heaven. I am surrounded by them and I call them my best friends.) &lt;/i&gt;Well, now you must be thinking what the crap is this.......at one point am saying am alone and at the other surrounded by the "best friends"????&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well won't confuse you anymore, the theme is that although am living with my gang and every other second there is some conspiracy going in my mind, still at the heart core, am alone...... may be coz my sweetheart is there ......away from me...... or may be coz my frequency doesn’t match with any of them(among the gang)........or may be its just like any other phase of life.........whatever it be, but for the time its weakening me.........while increasing the frequency of posts on the blog. [:P] &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today, I was wondering that nobody or hardly a few might be knowing what phase am I going through......still am happy with the attitude of people. Earlier it used to be a matter of concern for me but today I am least bothered about that.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What a strange part of life is this......when you yourself don’t bother about this worldly world.........and that’s a time when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We put walls around our heart, not just to be safe from the hurt, but to find who cares enough to break them down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;NB: Don't interpret anything weird from this, these are simply&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;arbit thoughts which I tried to tie into an idea.&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15148721-115372738330664374?l=unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115372738330664374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15148721&amp;postID=115372738330664374' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/115372738330664374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/115372738330664374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/lonesome.html' title='Lonesome.'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721.post-115340601691950300</id><published>2006-07-20T18:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-20T21:21:38.433+05:30</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>After some dilly-dallying am back here....&lt;br /&gt;Today when i was just rearranging my room, the memoirs made me nostalgic. I read somewhere, any place in the world is not new unless u don't have any friend out there.... But this place is neither strange for me nor i have those very good friends here.....then what i call this.....Today also whenever i think of starting something, few names come to my mind to ask for suggestions.....but when i look for them, i find none.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i leave for "Lanka", i feel obligatory to ask "Do u need anything??" or "Will u like to go out with me?".......but as i am to open my mouth, i realise that the people whom i was to ask are not there.It seems puerile, but it happens naturally. Only remedy to this, is an hard-headed approach, keeping eyes and ears open and a will to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;It happens with many, that you are in a mid way of some thought and people assume that you are day-dreaming about past events.....or simply getting disheartened at moments which once filled your day. And then people try to console you (which is the most stupid thing i suppose, coz no one can replace any other and nothing can make time to revert back). I agree that pondering over the past is not accepted, but sometimes it can be as useful as a medicine in cold......&lt;br /&gt;I know, am not thinking practically, but i am sure everyone would have felt like this atleast once in his/her life....may be while leaving home for college, or college for a job or higher studies....but am feeling so in an odd situation like this, when am in college for the final year of graduation...time to make indelible memories....the most cherishable and momentous days of life.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i could not find an apt caption for this....kindly give one with your comments. [:P]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15148721-115340601691950300?l=unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115340601691950300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15148721&amp;postID=115340601691950300' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/115340601691950300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/115340601691950300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_20.html' title='....'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721.post-115269635258358101</id><published>2006-07-12T14:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-12T14:55:52.610+05:30</updated><title type='text'>.......</title><content type='html'>Its been a long time since i wrote something, can say am deviating from the writing habits....&lt;br /&gt;Hope to post some new thoughts on this place....till then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15148721-115269635258358101?l=unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/115269635258358101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15148721&amp;postID=115269635258358101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/115269635258358101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/115269635258358101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='.......'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721.post-114631261648738189</id><published>2006-04-29T17:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-29T18:09:20.410+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sssshhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4266/1393/1600/in_the_silence-300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4266/1393/320/in_the_silence-300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it just touches your heart. There are moments when we all try our best to make ourselves the loudest of all in the chaos of life, contrary there are moments when we want to give perfect rest to our ear drums leaving them in the world of deafs. And just listen to nature, having a coversation with it which may not last for more than few seconds or minutes. The roars of the thunder, the hissing sound of blowing wind, the sound of falling rain drops and in the last but the important one the silence of the soil ...... waiting for the rains , the tears of sky. The dry soil simply absorbs them like a mother engosses her child in her arms. But there are moments when this silence simply becomes one of your best partners and you unknowingly love to hide in it........ while there are times when it becomes a slayer that kills one slowly with its silence........ Silence can be the best support in life when you have no one to look upto......while it can be the worst thing to go with....&lt;br /&gt;So in the end it simply depends on person what to choose..... a silence that can kill you or a silence that leaves you with new dreams, new thoughts???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15148721-114631261648738189?l=unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114631261648738189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15148721&amp;postID=114631261648738189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/114631261648738189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/114631261648738189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/sssshhhhhh.html' title='Sssshhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721.post-114595330222605903</id><published>2006-04-25T13:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-25T13:51:42.273+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Regretting!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I wrote this article few months back....but couldn't post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretting!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Regretting!!!, it's human nature. Every time we do something and we regret, and every time when we regret we decide that we wont do anything thats lead us to path of regretting for the similar acts, deeds or decisions. Acts, deeds or decisions which please us for the moment giving immense still temporary happiness.....but in the end leaves us in a turmoil, a confusion.....a dilemma......that lasts longer. &lt;br /&gt;This nature often leads to irritation.....silence.... and sometimes cuts off the person from the surroundings.....and the person himself/herself is unaware of the changes he/she is going through and simply regrets afterwards. It's well said &lt;br /&gt; "It's of no use regretting if the water is already overhead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know this, agree with it but never accept it with whole heart.....coz at a point in life we all do things(infact now and then) and then in the end just regret ... regret and Regret!!! for our own behaviour .....our acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{All these thoughts are arbit, don't have any co-relation with anyone.... :P}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15148721-114595330222605903?l=unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/114595330222605903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15148721&amp;postID=114595330222605903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/114595330222605903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/114595330222605903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/2006/04/regretting.html' title='Regretting!!!!!'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721.post-113985524983417179</id><published>2006-02-13T23:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-13T23:57:30.950+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day!!!</title><content type='html'>Love, feelings!!!&lt;br /&gt;What can one relate to for these two????&lt;br /&gt;I relate these with (ofcourse &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;) flowers, buds!!! Roses!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a fine morning, the rose bud shaped itself into a blood red rose. Rose which can be called "King of flowers" or "The brighest jewel in the crown of flowers" same as "Love is the brightest jewel in the crown of feelings, emotions". Barely knowing what lies in its destiny or what the future holds for it ......it keeps on radiating the &lt;em&gt;awesome........... hallucinating&lt;/em&gt; rays making people rise each moment they feel or face them.&lt;br /&gt;These sometime signify the &lt;em&gt;depth of love, &lt;/em&gt;sometimes the &lt;em&gt;beauty of being loved&lt;/em&gt; and ......... sometimes the &lt;em&gt;cost of loving someone&lt;/em&gt;. Flowers attract the bees with their fragrance ........unknowingly make them fall in love ...... and offer their own life as a token of love.......without thinking, without expecting ......This is the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True Love&lt;/strong&gt; ..........Love meant to give, Love without expectations...........Love just to love...... one's beloved and to do everything for him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is dedicated to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My Love...... on this Valentine's Day....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;         &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; I Love You Sweetheart!!!!&lt;/span&gt; " &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15148721-113985524983417179?l=unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113985524983417179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15148721&amp;postID=113985524983417179' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/113985524983417179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/113985524983417179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day!!!'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721.post-113889116935995558</id><published>2006-02-02T18:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-02T20:09:29.456+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Surface Coating.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;What are coatings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               As a Chemical Engineer(which I am supposed to become)  if I answer this, I will say "coatings are done in order to protect and/or decorate metallic or non-metallic things ........... done in a economical and technical way on large scales. This sounds more of a profit oriented process, whose only and only aim is to achieve the goals with least expenditure and maximum gains.&lt;br /&gt;Wow!!!! So self-oriented we are. Aren't we??? See........&lt;br /&gt; We coated articles with some other metal to give it a new attractive look, evading the original, dark and ugly one. Same thing we do in our day-to-day life .........as it is a part of human nature ....Don't agree??? Ok!!! Let me try to convince you.....for example : Whenever we meet someone for the first time, we try to present our best ....however possible..... we do so remembering the fact....."First impression is the last one too!!!" and simply forget the other one........."Pure gold does not require polish" i.e. it shines by itself, as its lustre lies in its dullness. And if we polish it............. it becomes visible ...... means even layman can characterize it as "gold polished metal not pure gold" .We dont require a perfectionist for that.&lt;br /&gt;In the similar fashion people who have different feelings but show some other ones ......or the &lt;em&gt;masquarades&lt;/em&gt; can be distinguished easily.......only thing you require is getting a bit better observer. One can easily see through the &lt;em&gt;surface coating&lt;/em&gt; that they use and know them correctly. And the ones who try to copy others ...... always shine like the moon in the sky of  this &lt;em&gt;active world.&lt;/em&gt;  Thus one should be&lt;br /&gt;                    "&lt;em&gt;Be original&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                     be yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                     as copycats &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                     may suceed in sprints&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                     but will surely fail in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                     the marathons!!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15148721-113889116935995558?l=unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113889116935995558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15148721&amp;postID=113889116935995558' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/113889116935995558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/113889116935995558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/2006/02/surface-coating.html' title='Surface Coating.'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721.post-113749175426768263</id><published>2006-01-17T15:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-18T15:28:17.433+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"The Mirror"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Each of us knows what a mirror is ..... or better say uses it everyday while getting ready for college, office, or for a date. But have you ever noticed what kind of thing is it?? It's the only object in this world which shows you your real strength and weakness. It shows you your image fairly clear and up to an extent very correct. People say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;body language of a person depicts his identity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, but I think body language can be studied only by some one else ..... what if the person wants to study himself/herself ?; in other words wants to understand his/her own behavior, attitude then I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; mirror image is the best portrait of a person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A mirror although seems a mere object having no significance until and unless some one looks into it. Still it's a very important part ..........Specially for those who prefer a glamorous world. A world full of focusing and all. It is also considered to be the eminent part of accessories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A mirror has one more significance : people say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;once broken it can't be repaired and even if pieces are joined again, the cracks remain for ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;. In the same fashion as relations once broken can not be linked up again or heart once broken can't be made one once again. Same way, the cracks remain there reminding the disharmony each and every time you see it. The chords once broken are hard to cope up again. Still we do, we just carry on few relations which are not there in real sense, and they are just superficial. Sometimes we might not be able to distinguish between the superficial ones and real ones but a mirror, it simply shows everything ....... the milk and the water separately making everything very clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15148721-113749175426768263?l=unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113749175426768263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15148721&amp;postID=113749175426768263' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/113749175426768263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/113749175426768263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/2006/01/mirror.html' title='&quot;The Mirror&quot;'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721.post-113367915050701949</id><published>2005-12-04T11:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-13T15:23:29.056+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blessings in disguise</title><content type='html'>Every morning when i wake up and glance through my window, it seems as if i am overlooking this world of normal but strange people. This makes me feel a bit outcasted and a feeling of loneliness comes to my heart. Although i know i am not alone, still it engulfs my soul. And then when my eyes fall on the table, the bunch of red roses and my diary once again take me through the old but unknown paths back to this world. They remind me of my existence in this world, which i never wished. Its not that i dont like it, i love the burning sun rising in the east making this world shine, i love the dark but adventurous sky of a moonless night, the ravishing river playing with the banks on its way to the sea, the flying birds wandering in the search of food and the scenic beauty present in this world. Beauty that pleases everyone, soothes my heart making me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fall in love with this world&lt;/span&gt; once again. It makes me recognize myself and thank that "Almighty" that i could admire his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flawless creations&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The cold wind, when strikes my cheeks, seems the nature patting me with its love, when the scorching sun is overhead, it appears the nature's challenge to me to shine brighter than the sun. And when it rains, it softens the dried soil of my heart and lands me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on cloud nine&lt;/span&gt;. As the day proceeds, i get involved in various activities like anyone else and forget about all this. But still something remains on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;And by the end of the day, when I open my diary once again feel the completeness of my personality with the nature's love which often seems to be the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"blessings in disguise"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15148721-113367915050701949?l=unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113367915050701949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15148721&amp;postID=113367915050701949' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/113367915050701949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/113367915050701949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/2005/12/blessings-in-disguise.html' title='Blessings in disguise'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721.post-113345879778469761</id><published>2005-12-01T22:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-01T23:09:57.890+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fading away precious present...</title><content type='html'>As days pass by, the old memories fade away. The bright pictures of past (which were the present someday) have become dark today. And the prints that they left on the sand of the heart, are washed away by the waves of time but again some new people left the same.&lt;br /&gt;                  Today when I sit and try to recollect my school days, I fail to remember few dialects, which were a part of me as few are today. A day will come when again I'll sit and remember those of present( my college life), I'll again end up with the same. Hard I try to make these few moments the most memorable, I know a day will be there when I'll forget my own thoughts, every bit of them. That day, even I will have to try hard to recall few names and identities which are a part of my day to day life. Still I want to give my best in making  every bit a cherished one. :-)&lt;br /&gt;                  But that day again I will be in new surroundings, with some new friends, who would have replaced those of today. &lt;em&gt;The future will replace the present in the similar fashion as present did with the past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    Then why do I adore them?&lt;br /&gt;                    Why I want to hide them deep inside my heart as if someone might snatch them away from me? And that day I'll loose everything .......everything that I will be owning .... my memories, my thoughts, the precious present............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15148721-113345879778469761?l=unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113345879778469761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15148721&amp;postID=113345879778469761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/113345879778469761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/113345879778469761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/2005/12/fading-away-precious-present.html' title='Fading away precious present...'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721.post-113328308111138501</id><published>2005-11-29T22:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-29T22:35:23.486+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Small is beautiful.</title><content type='html'>Today one of my friends said "You know what? Small is beautiful!!". Although she said it very calmly, it sticked to my mind.And once again I started with my pen and a piece of paper and the result is here ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does "small" means?&lt;br /&gt;Does "small" means &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiny, less in size or number?&lt;/span&gt; Whatever  be the context, it makes a huge difference. Wanna know how? See.......&lt;br /&gt;# A "small" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hi&lt;/span&gt; lets one start some new relations.&lt;br /&gt;# A "small" advice might change one's life.&lt;br /&gt;# A "small" gift can create wonders.&lt;br /&gt;# A "small" token/gesture of love creates a different and special                                 aura.&lt;br /&gt;# A "small" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; makes the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;impossible  possible&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;# A "small" word is the origin of this world : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Om&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So could you realise the difference a "small" thing can make?&lt;br /&gt;The miracles that a "small" response can make.&lt;br /&gt;Now which is more important -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big, huge things &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a sweet, charming and a "small" &lt;/span&gt;one??&lt;br /&gt;Decide yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15148721-113328308111138501?l=unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113328308111138501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15148721&amp;postID=113328308111138501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/113328308111138501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/113328308111138501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/small-is-beautiful.html' title='Small is beautiful.'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721.post-113255470224687917</id><published>2005-11-21T11:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-25T10:25:31.650+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some unanswered questions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Certain questions are meant to remain unanswered forever. Then why do people keep on searching their answers , even when they know that they wont be able to solve them. Still the search goes on ..............&lt;br /&gt;These questions seem very small but leave a long pause ............. &lt;em&gt;silence&lt;/em&gt; ...... that kills the enthusiasm of a child's dream. A dream that was seen to be fulfilled and to be cherished one day by all. But things don't go the way one expects them ........ infact they always go the other way round. And everytime one has to accept them even if one doesnt, still he/she does. Then the question arises "&lt;em&gt;why do people do the things which they never wished to do..........?"&lt;/em&gt; . Still people take them for granted ....... and carry on with the "&lt;em&gt;precious time-period"&lt;/em&gt; given to them by that &lt;strong&gt;supreme power&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in the form called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Life". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying that one should not, but one should know the reasons atleast. Reasons behind the happening of the things ......... reasons of one's silent acceptance of things which he/she could never think of .....? Reasons of the uncertainities of this world ........ reasons of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"LIFE" !!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15148721-113255470224687917?l=unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113255470224687917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15148721&amp;postID=113255470224687917' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/113255470224687917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/113255470224687917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/some-unanswered-questions.html' title='Some unanswered questions...'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721.post-113199507914144600</id><published>2005-11-14T23:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-15T13:06:30.733+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Seven Things......about me!!!!</title><content type='html'>Seven Things you want to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit Antartica.&lt;br /&gt;Climb to Mt. Everest.&lt;br /&gt;Make some unknown person feel proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;Know the answers of certain unanswered questions.(someday... sometime)&lt;br /&gt;Understand the worldly affairs( I could never appreciate certain rites and rituals)&lt;br /&gt;Read people's mind (know what they are thinking of ? ;)).&lt;br /&gt;Understand people (in general. specially my friends) - This is tougher!!! (agree with Anki)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things you can do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change my own habits without much problem.&lt;br /&gt;Convince people (most, not all).&lt;br /&gt;Whistle songs (even in the class :D).&lt;br /&gt;Listen to people any number of time without getting bored(Thanks to the people around me)&lt;br /&gt;Be silent for hours and hours (When I am angry and without letting anyone know that i am angry :D)&lt;br /&gt;Chat/ talk any number of hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;Manage anything under any situation(till the job is feasible and of my interest).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things you say most:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kya hua....????&lt;br /&gt;Common yaar.......... plzzzzzzzzzz!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Exactly!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;I know!&lt;br /&gt;R u mad???.&lt;br /&gt;Howz dat..........?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things you can't do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay alone.&lt;br /&gt;Perform on stage.(Scared of the audience's responses like tomatoes, eggs , etc. :D)&lt;br /&gt;Remain disentangle.&lt;br /&gt;Watch television for more than 2 hours (except in case of India's cricket match:D)&lt;br /&gt;Go on shopping alone.&lt;br /&gt;Flatter people just to find my way out.&lt;br /&gt;Express my feelings to near and dear ones with my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things that attract you to the opposite sex:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence .&lt;br /&gt;A sense of responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;Personality.&lt;br /&gt;Moral values.&lt;br /&gt;Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Celebrity crushes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahul Dravid&lt;br /&gt;Shaan&lt;br /&gt;Ajay Devgan&lt;br /&gt;Palaash Sen&lt;br /&gt;Rahul Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;SRK&lt;br /&gt;.............this one can't write (as he is not a celebrity for others but my crush [P]).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am not tagging anyone ,as I wrote this one just because &lt;a href="http://www.silentmomnts.blogspot.com"&gt;Anki&lt;/a&gt; tagged me. So people be happy and say thanks to this game of "Tagging.....Tagging"(in words of &lt;a href="http://ruchikaagrawal.blogspot.com"&gt;Ruchika&lt;/a&gt;)  as it gave everyone an oppurtunity to know about the blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15148721-113199507914144600?l=unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113199507914144600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15148721&amp;postID=113199507914144600' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/113199507914144600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/113199507914144600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/2005/11/seven-thingsabout-me.html' title='Seven Things......about me!!!!'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721.post-113041468313170619</id><published>2005-10-27T17:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-27T17:34:43.146+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Am I outlandish??</title><content type='html'>Sometimes this world appears strange to me, the worldly affairs simply knock me out. Even there are moments when I feel myself unable to tackle the situations or the most familiar and natural things appear the most strange , and this is the time when I start running away from people , from places , and sometimes from myself too. Why does it happen so? Does everyone feel like this only or am I not of this world or the world is not my kind?&lt;br /&gt;    People express themselves through their acts but never could I.People convey their feelings by their words but I could never ; never ever was I able to utter a single word expressing myself. Its not that I am afraid of things or I am treated differently , neither my parents brought me up outside this world. Still I could never relate myself to the certain human feelings of possessiveness or the craze of something, sometimes called madness. I never feel that I could be possessive for anything , from my love to my choices, nothing. Or should I say nothing exists on this earth that can drive me crazy! But I never find any reason behind all this absurd or the dull behaviour (in the language of the present world) of mine. Neither could I relate this nature of mine to any particular instance. I know that I am a bit shy but still I am able to maintain a few really good relations.&lt;br /&gt;    Some of my near and dear ones say I am a cool, mature person who takes everything in the best possible way. Is such a behaviour or calmness a good and acceptable criteria for maturity of a cool and calculative mind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15148721-113041468313170619?l=unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/113041468313170619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15148721&amp;postID=113041468313170619' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/113041468313170619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/113041468313170619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/2005/10/am-i-outlandish.html' title='Am I outlandish??'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721.post-112999611271870287</id><published>2005-10-22T20:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-22T21:19:27.840+05:30</updated><title type='text'>That cute little angel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Many times it happens we meet someone and that someone just becomes an integral part of our life. We start feeling that "someone" very important and his/her presence matters a lot for us. I also felt the same a year back and today also whenever I think about her. She is a cute little angel whom I met, with the prejudice of not sharing an intimate relationship, but that moment I was not aware of her nature and capabilities that she will become the only person to know me, understand me from the bottom of my heart and soul. Isn't it quite strange??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;As the time passed , the cute suggestions, the hot discussions over stupid matters and the delicate care ; although all these seem natural and minute things , but these left an impression that will last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This angel whom I call my "friend" literally changed my lifestyle, made me feel as a grown-up and responsible, when sometimes suggests me or gives me a full length lecture over my stupid acts, makes me realise as if am a naive before her in handling the worldly affairs. Although being younger to me, sometimes behaves as if she is elder to me and the situation just gets reversed. Still there are certain acts and things which are undefinable...... which always leave me with a question :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Can anyone exist on this earth with such a pure heart or am I just hallucinating?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15148721-112999611271870287?l=unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112999611271870287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15148721&amp;postID=112999611271870287' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/112999611271870287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/112999611271870287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/2005/10/that-cute-little-angel.html' title='That cute little angel...'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721.post-112996024760634437</id><published>2005-10-22T11:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-22T11:20:47.613+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Khamoshi......</title><content type='html'>People just bear up with this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Khamoshi ko meri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;kisi ne kya samjha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;kisi ne kya kaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;kisi ne mujhe magrur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;kisi ne majboor samjha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;kisi ne paagalpan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;to kisi ne aadat samjha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;par naa to yeh aadat hain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;na heen mai magrur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;paagalpan to pata nahi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;haan shayad majburi bhi nahi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;phir bhi nahi pata kyun hain yeh khamoshi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;khamoshi jo kabhi sataati hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;to kabhi ek ajeeb sa sukuun deti hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;khamoshi jo kabhi rulati hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;to kabhi ek muskurahat de jaati hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;phir bhi pata nahi kyun hain yeh khamoshi........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This one I wrote after I got a sms :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;khamosh the hum to magrur samajh liye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;  khamosh hain hum to majbur samajh liye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;  shayad yahi galti hain humari/unki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;  itne kareeb hain phir bhi apne se duur samajh liye!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15148721-112996024760634437?l=unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112996024760634437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15148721&amp;postID=112996024760634437' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/112996024760634437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/112996024760634437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/2005/10/khamoshi.html' title='Khamoshi......'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721.post-112676248645458610</id><published>2005-09-15T10:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-16T21:10:39.700+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>When a child takes birth in a family , from the very same day his parents start expecting from him. They have a lot of expectations like he should be the best among all as they want to have the feeling of pride because of his acts. As the time passes, the child enters the school, there he has the pressure of giving his best .......... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;performing at par with the best ........&lt;/span&gt;everytime he faces challenges. It is expected from him that he should not fail anywhere ...... irrespective of his capability with his interests at stake. Now it depends on the child what he chooses for himself. He can go with the feeling of satisfying his parents desires or to achieve what he himself aspires ........... If he accepts the first one then he has no right to question for anything but if he goes with the other, he must know and understand his responsiblities. He must be confident/strong enough to stand for his actions as well for his decisions whatever the result be ........&lt;br /&gt;But what about the one who accepts everything .......... every decision related to him in any sense taken by his parents without giving a single thought to it......... wht about him????? Even after obeying the parents everytime why is he arraigned if he is unable to meet their expectations ......... expectations-- fulfilling which is beyond his imagination ......... leaving the child in a state of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great despair .........&lt;/span&gt;sometimes even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;depression!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15148721-112676248645458610?l=unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112676248645458610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15148721&amp;postID=112676248645458610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/112676248645458610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/112676248645458610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/2005/09/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721.post-112629343779266906</id><published>2005-09-10T00:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-10T00:51:19.730+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Footprints.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People come and go in life at different pace ............. some come slowly and live in heart forever .......... some come and stay for a while and then pass away like strangers ......... leaving a hole or vacancy ................. which can never be filled up by anyone , anyone! That void haunts life-long prompting one to have sleepless nights and thoughtless blanks!!!! Voids which can neither be filled up nor can be removed.&lt;br /&gt;These persisting voids ................ sometimes make the life worst ......... sometimes worsen the bads and even goods of life ........................ sometimes leading to volcanic eruptions of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feelings&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;subdued deep inside the heart&lt;/span&gt; ..............sometimes enhancing the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blank &lt;/span&gt;and deepen the deepest thought. Still there are some who come for a while just to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hello!!!"  &lt;/span&gt;and then just disapear like ghost. They will reappear whenever they feel like meeting you , disturbing you or sometimes even destroying you ....... and then suddenly are lost in the ambages of life ................ Such phantasmal appearances sometimes may entertain a lot .................... but sometimes they just carry you away .............. away from the mendatory life ...........given by great &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Almighty"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15148721-112629343779266906?l=unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112629343779266906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15148721&amp;postID=112629343779266906' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/112629343779266906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/112629343779266906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/2005/09/footprints.html' title='Footprints.....'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721.post-112610678522695238</id><published>2005-09-07T20:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-08T09:37:42.313+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When sky cries................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Rains&lt;/span&gt; scientifically "the falling of water droplets" ; spiritually "showers of God's blessing" and emotionally "tear-shed under extreme conditions".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Rains --- &lt;/span&gt;mean a life for the drying soil ; a hope for plants ; and a smile for people. Have you ever experienced the charm of the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;first shower of rainfall&lt;/span&gt; ???? Definitely you must have , atleast once, if anytime you felt something for &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;nature&lt;/span&gt;. Its like the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;first breeze of summers.......... the first smile of a newly born baby..........&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;the first touch of your beloved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The showers of rain soothe like a &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;mother's gentle pat............ sometimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; threaten like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;father's scolding ................. sometimes they stung like teens&lt;/span&gt;................ &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;sometimes make one face its haum-scaum behaviour like a kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Rains &lt;/span&gt;have a different gesturesas &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has. When it &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;drizzles&lt;/span&gt;, its like the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;blossom of life&lt;/span&gt;............ when its a scotch-mist, its like a &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;state of dillema&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;with an unconvincing solution&lt;/span&gt;........... and a &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;torrential rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;resembles the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;grief of life.&lt;/span&gt; Rains make one feel joy, happiness or sometimes make you miss someone close to oneself and thus a bit gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;So rains are really close to heart, close to life, close to us................. sometimes much closer than oneself........... and that very moment one doesn't remain oneself, he/she becomes an &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;undistinguishable part of nature..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15148721-112610678522695238?l=unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112610678522695238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15148721&amp;postID=112610678522695238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/112610678522695238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/112610678522695238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/2005/09/when-sky-cries.html' title='When sky cries................'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721.post-112610053737138188</id><published>2005-09-07T18:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-07T20:02:59.426+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Prisons of Thoughts........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I don't have any prejudices, I hate all equally!!!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well said !!! Although a bit awesome, it touches my heart.Surprised??? It goes like this..........&lt;br /&gt;Everyday as the sun rises in the east, brings a new day with new ideas and enlightned hopes. It makes the dead environment alive, regaining its charm and its faith in God. But as the day engrosses the old ideas, old faiths and the old unknown fears start taking shape, they start overshadowing the new ones making day as the previous one removing all the new but charming ideas and making it worst..........Why it happens so??? Why don't the new ones replace the old ones completely??? Although the new ones are welcomed, but the old ones are not kept aside. Their fumes continue to entangle the new ones and finally kicking them out. It is said.......&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;                &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;" Anything that happens , happens for good!!!!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is really true, then is this good??? Is the all time ambience of old ideas always a blessing???&lt;br /&gt;NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is a curse!!!! Sometimes it is a complete nightmareinstead of being a sweet dream of dawn. Then why is it said so?????? Why???? Why?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15148721-112610053737138188?l=unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112610053737138188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15148721&amp;postID=112610053737138188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/112610053737138188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/112610053737138188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/2005/09/prisons-of-thoughts.html' title='Prisons of Thoughts........'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721.post-112581225739992033</id><published>2005-09-05T14:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-05T14:13:47.813+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Snafu........</title><content type='html'>Some times back I was confused .......confusion between the right and the wrong........the wrong thing : an important part of the life and the right : matter of self-dignity!!! Thus there were competetive feelings which one to go with.Should I loose my self-dignity to get the enchanting feeling or should I forget the anxieties of life ??? A real big question!!! leaving me once again in a dillema !&lt;br /&gt;A dillema which I can never forget and can never come out with a convicing solution......a solution that can make up for both the things : the right as well the wrong one.....Apart from this there lies one more big question : If the things are important part of life , why we want to avoid them .......avoid them like hell !!!........................Why is life so uncertain that one can not comprehend the present in a way he/she wants???? Why can't we live our lives in a better sense .......much away from blips and jitters?&lt;br /&gt;Can God assure me :"Anything that happens for good!!!" in his best possible way ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15148721-112581225739992033?l=unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112581225739992033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15148721&amp;postID=112581225739992033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/112581225739992033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/112581225739992033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/2005/09/snafu.html' title='Snafu........'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721.post-112435931170799519</id><published>2005-08-18T15:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-18T16:00:45.120+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Synonym..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4266/1393/1600/red%20rose2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4266/1393/320/red%20rose2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Rose!!! Whenever I see or think about it , whole of the aroma goes "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;romantic&lt;/span&gt;" . Romantic does not mean the love for near and dear ones but for myself , nature &amp; this world too. It fills me with a new hope , a new likeness for these worldly people , above all hatred and selfishness. It makes me a bit outlandish in its own way.&lt;br /&gt;Red Roses!!!! ahh I just love them. They are the best gift I ever got or I'll get ..................as they remind me of myself......................my childhood..........................the purity of life ..............................the charisma of childish behaviour.......................Although the thorns, in the ambience of a rose ................resemble the downs of life ............the panic of a child's heart ............and the bushes ...........the entanglements of life.................still I love them ......just as a soul loves its counterpart.&lt;br /&gt;.......Sometimes it resembles the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;silent ghats of the Ganges &lt;/span&gt;, sometimes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a crying kid.........&lt;/span&gt; ; sometimes it is the  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love of art  &lt;/span&gt;, sometimes an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome smile&lt;/span&gt;. Its not just red or just a rose ......its a RED ROSE , somehow a bit more than special to me.&lt;br /&gt;Red rose on my desk.................makes me feel the charm of beauty , fills me with the enthusiasm to do anything , anything.....It encourages me feel this world , to feel my own life or just myself...........It reminds me of the selfless life .............that is mandatory for all...... but still a dream in the world of today. It's just a kind of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;morale boost up  &lt;/span&gt;for me ...........Whenever I take a glance over it , it seems saying ,&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C'mmon gal u can do it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am asked to summarise in a line ........&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" It makes me feel complete and eligible for this world to face!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15148721-112435931170799519?l=unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112435931170799519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15148721&amp;postID=112435931170799519' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/112435931170799519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/112435931170799519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/2005/08/synonym.html' title='A Synonym..........'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721.post-112429379584330178</id><published>2005-08-17T20:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-17T21:24:53.090+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to my LOVE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Raat ke is andhere mai,nazarein kise khojti hain?&lt;br /&gt;Savere ki iss dundh mai ,dil kaha kho gaya?&lt;br /&gt;jaise dopehar ki dhoop aur&lt;br /&gt;shaam ki mast hawa punch rahi hai&lt;br /&gt;kaha kho gaya dil aur nigaaho mai kaun sama gaya?&lt;br /&gt;nazaron mai sapno ne jagah banai&lt;br /&gt;to dil mai ek umang si chha gai&lt;br /&gt;Laga jaise dil kho kar bhi apne heen paas hai&lt;br /&gt;aur nigaahein ab apni si lagti hain&lt;br /&gt;shayad yeh duniya heen ab apni si lagti hain&lt;br /&gt;shayad koi apna heen ab duniya ban gaya hain&lt;br /&gt;jiske khayalon mai ab din katate hain&lt;br /&gt;aur sapno mai raat guzar jaati hain&lt;br /&gt;har taraf ek masti si chha jaati hain&lt;br /&gt;phool khilne lage hain ; chidiya chahchahane lagi ,&lt;br /&gt;pakshiyon ka kalrav ab dil ko sukun dene&lt;br /&gt;ki jagah sataane laga ..........&lt;br /&gt;Baarish ki boondein jab phool ki patti&lt;br /&gt;ko chuti hai, badan mai ek sarsarahat si hoti hain&lt;br /&gt;dil mai gudguddi aur aankhon  mai&lt;br /&gt;ek kashish si chha jaati hain&lt;br /&gt;dil karta hain titli ki tarah udne ko,&lt;br /&gt;gilhari ki tarah ped par chadane ko&lt;br /&gt;aur shayad chidiya ki tarah puri duniya naap lene ko.......&lt;br /&gt;Waqt ne kaisi karvat li ki zindagi heen badal gai&lt;br /&gt;jin aankhon mai ghum tha ,aaj khushi ki ek nai kiran hain&lt;br /&gt;jo raahe kaanton ki bisat lagti thi&lt;br /&gt;aaj woh kaatein heen phul lagne lage hain&lt;br /&gt;Shayad is dil ne ek bar phir se jeena seekh liya&lt;br /&gt;Haan , seekh liya , apne liye naa sahi kisi aur ke liye...&lt;br /&gt;kisi aur??? nahi woh bhi to apna heen hain.........apna heen hain.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15148721-112429379584330178?l=unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112429379584330178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15148721&amp;postID=112429379584330178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/112429379584330178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/112429379584330178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/2005/08/dedicated-to-my-love.html' title='Dedicated to my LOVE!!!!!'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721.post-112410386313566537</id><published>2005-08-15T16:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-15T16:38:23.356+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This is life!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Life !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It makes you see a lot ..............starting from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smiles&lt;/span&gt; to  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tears&lt;/span&gt; in a snapshot ; from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;joys&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sorrows&lt;/span&gt; in an eyeblink ; even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;birth  &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt; in a few seconds...........So what are you waiting for???????&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for life to make you a mere perceiver who observes the things that seem uncontrollable or just to laugh at the misery of people (of whom you are also a part ; in a way making to laugh at yourself only!!!!!). If it is so then you should be ashamed of yourself , of being an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;human&lt;/span&gt; (one of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the finest creation of GOD!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;C'mon people , dare to face it . Don't wait for it to make something out of you , instead go , chase and just grab the things that you want for yourself in your own life!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Just get out and observe the smiles (full of tears), joys (accompanied by sorrows) of people but still full of charisma of love , beauty and passion.............Try making people smile just once in your lifetime and experience the feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"""SMILE .....a curve that sets everything straight!!!!"""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Try to get some of the people out of their dull environments .....and show them the springs of life.....spread the blossoms of nature instead collecting thorns in one's way...just once in complete lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Always remember....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Time goes with the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      who goes with himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;      World respects the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;      who respects himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;     And the God helps the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;     who helps himself!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15148721-112410386313566537?l=unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112410386313566537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15148721&amp;postID=112410386313566537' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/112410386313566537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/112410386313566537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-life.html' title='This is life!!!'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721.post-112339793118158463</id><published>2005-08-07T12:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-17T15:49:55.036+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY    FRIENDSHIPS    DAY   !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Human heart is full of emotions;Emotions that lead to certain relations; Relations which make life; Life which in itself is too short to live.......................So how can one get them all in his/her life.............thats a big question??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Still people are able to manage the things in a beautiful manner by giving a name to these relations and emotions "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP&lt;/span&gt;" a name which can make them do anything in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Friends ,whom I define as "people who are not your mirror images but still are mirror images" because they knows every bit of you, more than you know about yourself.He is a person who knows what will you say before you speak out, how will you react before your reaction time is over and even what you feel before you really start feeling.......&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt; are just miracles ,that sound so unrealistic but still a part of this real world.I would like to dedicate some words to all those few but really special people,who play a very important role in my behaviour, my life......or I should say my destiny too!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;These are the people who made me what I am......these are the only people who can be said to be an integral part of my soul( after my family) or me an integral part of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Although being so nice to me in my good and bad times,they keep on reminding me the meaning of my name,the motive behind my very own existence in a way or other.I am thankful to the "ALMIGHTY" that HE made me meet all these very good people. Sometimes I feel that the GOD above has been a bit partial with me by favouring me in the form of such nice people. The way they all make me smile,the way they share my tears,guessing all my moves,the way they try get deep inside of my soul is really something very unusual if one looks from the very selfishview point of this world.But sometime it really goes deep inside me;Deep inside me, my thoughts, my felings,my soul that even I myself don't know............Sometimes giving me a feeling of intruders whom I adore a lot.........sometimes surprising me .....by knowing the jist of me....but unfortuanately not receiving any comments or replies from my side.Not because I never want but I was not able to do so.I could never let them know.........what is the "DEEP INSIDE THOUGHT" behind each and every act of mine.That deep but innocent thought tries to come out but as it comes to tongue, lips get sealed , with a fear of hurting any one the precious jewels of my life (thats them)...........May be this is not the complete truth but this is the jist of my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;In the river of these emotions ,I cannot forget the immense happiness that a simple cute smile on any of those faces gives to me. I can not forget the very small problem they face that may not even seem a problem to be concerned about to many , but gives pain to my heart.................. may be this is coz of the fact that I live my Relations specially the one I call "FRIENDSHIP"....... irrespective of the fact with whom I share it may be dad,mom,brother ,sister or any other friend, they all mean the world to me.........thats much more important than myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But they deserve much more than me .....I owe them a lot,so much that even I don't know, but I can assure them I'll always be there in all odds n evens of life.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;"THATS ALL FOR YOU ALL MY DEAR FRIENDS........THE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CUTE ANGELS OF MY LIFE&lt;/span&gt;................"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;                                                             &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish to wish for you all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                            A wish to listen before you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                            A wish to understand before you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                            A wish to face anything before you need to ............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WITH LOTS OF LUV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;HaPpY fRiEnDsHiPs DaY!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://clients.rediff.com/signature/track_sig.asp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15148721-112339793118158463?l=unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112339793118158463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15148721&amp;postID=112339793118158463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/112339793118158463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/112339793118158463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-friendships-day.html' title='HAPPY    FRIENDSHIPS    DAY   !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721.post-112330833625810866</id><published>2005-08-07T00:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-17T15:55:59.606+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"""Socha naa tha"""</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Hum kabhi chahenge kisi ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;kabhi socha na tha......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;itna ki khud tootkar bhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;anjaam de jaenge apni chahat ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;kabhi socha na tha......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;khud gumnaami mai rehkar bhi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;naam de jaenge apni chahat ko &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;kabhi socha na tha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Dil ke kisi kone mai ek ehsaas to tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;par woh aise sach hoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;kabhi socha na tha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;ankhon mai ek khwaab tha jo sach hone ko bekrar tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;par ab jab sach ho gaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;to tootne ke kareeb aa gaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; aisa kuch kabhi hoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;yeh to socha na tha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Raat ke iss andhere mai baarish ki boondein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;iss kadar dil ko bheego dengi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;aisa kabhi socha na tha.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;bheegi hui mitthi mai bhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;sirf tumhari heen yadein hongi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;kabhi socha na tha.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;iss mahekti hui hawa mai bhi tumhari heen khushboo hogi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;yeh to kabhi socha na tha.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;kabhi socha na tha!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15148721-112330833625810866?l=unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112330833625810866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15148721&amp;postID=112330833625810866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/112330833625810866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/112330833625810866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/2005/08/socha-naa-tha.html' title='&quot;&quot;&quot;Socha naa tha&quot;&quot;&quot;'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15148721.post-112327204997692815</id><published>2005-08-06T13:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-06T01:30:49.983+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"MOMENTS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is full of moments.Moments that make you smile,make you cry,can make you delight, or can make you sad.But, these moments are so small that they can not be kept within your fist.As you make your fist stronger, they'll just slip off your hand.They can only be memorized and cherished some other day.But sometimes, it happens, that neither you can cherish them, nor you can cry for them.Sometimes they just keep pinching you from inside, as if they are an integral part of your soul.they keep on reminding you about your past, present and future; but will never leave you alone.Alone! ,so that you can cherish your past, make your present or plan out the future!! Although these moments are special gifts of GOD but sometimes they just becomea punishment for you.They'll just take every bit of you and make you numb;leaving you in a world of loneliness and despair , stucking your mind.At that very "moment" , you'll feel why sdould one remember the past or feel the present.Is it possible to make the complete world a mechainical setup of machines only, with no human emotions of love or hatred.then atleast one will not be able to make moments be remembered, would be the date,time and the job neitherthe feelings nor the emotions or the relations!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;          Then may be for some the world will become non-existent but for some it would be alive.For some it will be dead but for some it will be just a hallucination!!!!!!!!!!n for me.............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15148721-112327204997692815?l=unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/feeds/112327204997692815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15148721&amp;postID=112327204997692815' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/112327204997692815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15148721/posts/default/112327204997692815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unspokenwrds4mheart.blogspot.com/2005/08/moments.html' title='&quot;MOMENTS&quot;'/><author><name>khushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00178951667935595375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lEuQQDwHUDA/Sz0DEN9p9RI/AAAAAAAABHE/MV1xfniVU0Q/S220/4cfd0be2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
