tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47130884960564149312024-02-19T00:34:05.580+05:30Creativity ExploredPankhurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10960554656866718023noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4713088496056414931.post-2076102080292874932010-11-15T22:55:00.003+05:302010-11-15T23:52:45.064+05:30A beginning or an end?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.sheknows.com/articles/little-girl-in-school-uniform.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://cdn.sheknows.com/articles/little-girl-in-school-uniform.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">When we were three or four, our parents always nudged us, regarding what we wanted to become when we grew up...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Our adorably cute answers of course ranged from the President of USA, to the Astronaut probably sitting on the moon right then, or well in my case, a Tooth Fairy with a magic wand....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">When we were nine or probably ten, they asked us again...</div><div style="text-align: center;">And surprisingly our answers changed to a wide extent!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now we wanted to become a rock star, a cowboy, a model or well in my case a Teacher... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And now that we have grown up, the question strangely still remains the same. But this time everyone is search of a serious answer...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Well how about this - "Who the hell knows?"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I learned from someone, that this isn't the time to make hard and fast decisions of life. Rather its the time to make as many mistakes as possible! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Catching the wrong train, reaching the entirely wrong destination and getting stuck there for hours and hours..</div><div style="text-align: center;">Falling in love - as much as anyone can even imagine..</div><div style="text-align: center;">Doing a Major in Philosophy 'cause there is no way to make a career out of that!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Changing your mind, 10,000 times a day,</div><div style="text-align: center;">And then changing it again..</div><div style="text-align: center;">And then changing it bloody once again!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Because nothing on this planet is permanent. Nothing at all!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So lets make as many mistakes as possible, so that, someday in the future, when they again ask us the same question, then we wont have to shoot anything in the darkness by making guesses but till then probably we'll know the answer!</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "><br /><br /></span>Pankhurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10960554656866718023noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4713088496056414931.post-19688158092478753302010-08-26T23:43:00.006+05:302010-08-27T00:54:35.232+05:30A rose is a rose is a rose...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.graphics18.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/30.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.graphics18.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/30.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I saw a very rosy dream,</div><div style="text-align: center;">in which a red rose tells me;</div><div style="text-align: center;">"You are a rose, I believe,</div><div style="text-align: center;">then why don't you justify your rosy name for me?"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sitting on a huge bed full of roses,</div><div style="text-align: center;">White, red, yellow, orange, pink and even multi colour roses!</div><div style="text-align: center;">I wondered how to justify the rosiness of my name,</div><div style="text-align: center;">How to solve, this rosy little game?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Lets write a poem which is full of roses,</div><div style="text-align: center;">where each and every sentence simply smells of roses."</div><div style="text-align: center;">Seeing the red rose raise a brow,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I quickly got back to my rosy little work!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Rose is one of the most beautiful flowers on Earth,</div><div style="text-align: center;">What a rosy fragrance resides in it since its very birth!</div><div style="text-align: center;">With a realization that a rose is a rose is a rose,</div><div style="text-align: center;">what more could I have said about a rose?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A red rose whispers passion of love,</div><div style="text-align: center;">A white rose bathes peace of dove,</div><div style="text-align: center;">A yellow love symbolizes friendship and concern,</div><div style="text-align: center;">However, A black rose is not likely to return.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Glancing through my rosy little poem,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I realized that it was such a rosy way to fight away boredom! </div><div style="text-align: center;">And I am sure that if this poem reaches the press,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I would bow down gracefully, with cheeks full of rosiness!</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Pankhurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10960554656866718023noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4713088496056414931.post-69366686188853332962010-07-26T23:16:00.005+05:302010-07-27T14:13:05.942+05:30Lovely Bubbly Mausam...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://asqfish.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/three-leaf-clover-in-rain.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://asqfish.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/three-leaf-clover-in-rain.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So this lovely bubbly weather finally gives me an opportunity to pen down my thoughts and finally, yes finally the writer's block comes to its very end!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">As,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The wind is blowing so strong,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The blackish clouds hint the wrong,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Little tiny droplets of water fall above,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Just like a touch of dove! :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So many days have gone by, </div><div style="text-align: center;">I deeply wish that I could write some lullaby,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Life is twisting here and there,</div><div style="text-align: center;">In the world of what, when, who and where...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes I keep talking to myself,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes I try and focus on self,</div><div style="text-align: center;">In a world which proves to be of no one,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Its a fight of all, but victory of JUST one! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am not getting any other word,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Probably my mother is ready to feed me some curd,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Life is amusing yet life is weird,</div><div style="text-align: center;">The weather just made me cry out "cheer"!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Pankhurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10960554656866718023noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4713088496056414931.post-33826657550790683072010-06-24T17:48:00.009+05:302010-10-02T23:01:54.193+05:30Listen to colors - they will guide you!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.limeexchange.com/wp-content/uploads/COLOR%20SPLASH.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 536px; height: 400px;" src="http://blog.limeexchange.com/wp-content/uploads/COLOR%20SPLASH.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Listen to colors,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">They will guide you...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">When all you see are old sheets of paper,<br />Autumn leaves and bubbly bees,<br />Butter cups or the sun rising up,<br />Lemons or some yummy curry;<br />All you can see is yellow<br />Need to have a warm heart - smile at the situation<br />And all your problems shall leave you. Immediately.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Listen to colors,</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span">They will guide you...</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">When all you see is money,<br />Loads of trees or piles of peas,<br />Grass or grapes, threads and drapes<br />Tea gardens in monsoon rains;<br />Then all you see is green<br />People are getting jealous all around, for sure – no worries, though!<br />You are safe, for green stands for safety and protection<br />The protection of the earth – the greatest of all. </span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Listen to colors,</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span">They will guide you...</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">If the sky is giving the necessary hints,<br />Signals of oceans or navy soldiers,<br />Be it the cold moon, or the dancers’ tune,<br />Or even copper sulphate in the science lab-<br />All you then see is blue<br />Then probably you are the stablest person<br />Your emotions, though, might not be in the same condition...<br />But since blue represents depth, deep down you know<br />That someday things will automatically turn out to be good </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Listen to colors,</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span">They will guide you...</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">When all you hear are Christmas carols,<br />Hand full of rice - some naughty mice,<br />Milk all around or silk deep down,<br />Or maybe the falling snow,<br />All you then see is white<br />Just be cool, calm and composed!<br />And problems shall leave you in a state of complete pure </span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Listen to colors,</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span">They will guide you...</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">When you see danger signs,<br />Cut your thumb- spill blood,<br />Infinite roses - sleepy glasses of wine,<br />Chillies or the famous Red Riding Hood,<br />All you then hear is red<br />A little worrying-a little difficult to handle,<br />But love shall reach out soon, to take your heart away from you<br />Show the passion-and sweep you off your feet<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Listen to colors,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span">They will guide you...</span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; ">When the food in your fridge starts rotting,<br />Your friends are found plotting,<br />The witches are out with their allied magic,<br />And life is nothing but tragic!<br />All you then hear is black<br />There might be an absence of light for some time,<br />but never forget, a dark evening is always followed by a dusky dawn<br />The broken pieces of the mirror will come together, just wait for a little bit of time </span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">So whats your color telling you?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I hope that you will find your way out soon :)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Pankhurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10960554656866718023noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4713088496056414931.post-54135480517213241772010-06-03T22:28:00.002+05:302010-06-03T22:36:25.097+05:30In this struggle...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thecircleofconfusion.com/coppermine/albums/Portfolio/LonesomeTree.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 533px; height: 800px;" src="http://www.thecircleofconfusion.com/coppermine/albums/Portfolio/LonesomeTree.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 22px; font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">In this struggle of existing, being, surviving</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 22px; font-family:arial, 'times New Roman', helvetica;font-size:14px;"><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I have lost my roots,</span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My desire, my wishes,</span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Myself, all are forgotten.</span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I turned around to trace back my path</span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">But, alas, the winds of the time have blown away my footprints.</span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sighing, I moved ahead...</span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Trying to recall who I was, but, to no avail.</span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My friends are not there</span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">To remind me</span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Who I am.</span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I lost them somewhere along the way</span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And, now, I negotiate,</span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Alone,</span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Through the thick and thin,</span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Without purpose, without aim,</span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I struggle my way through...</span></span></div></span></div></span>Pankhurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10960554656866718023noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4713088496056414931.post-67083414307483916352010-03-02T23:20:00.000+05:302010-03-02T23:31:32.566+05:30..A child lives inside me..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pressreleases.merinews.com/upload/imageGallery/bigImage/1242886731968-girl%20child.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 437px; height: 600px;" src="http://pressreleases.merinews.com/upload/imageGallery/bigImage/1242886731968-girl%20child.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Some deem me to be sweet,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Some feel that I am kind,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Others may feel that I am nobody,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Let me confess, I don’t know myself…<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Of all I know and what I feel<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Is that a child lives inside me.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A child who likes to play all day,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A child who wants to make your day.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A child who likes to run after butterflies,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A child who likes to buzz just like a bee.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Of all I know and what I feel<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Is that a child lives inside me. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A child who likes to sing to you,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A child who likes to look at you.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A child wants to be a part of your happiness,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A child who wants to rip away your sadness.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Of all I know and what I feel<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Is that a child lives inside me. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A child who likes to dream all day long,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A child who likes to pray to God.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A child who wants to shine like a star,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">As bright as sunshine could ever be.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Of all I know and what I feel<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Is that a child lives inside me. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A child who wants nothing from you in return,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Except a warm bridge of love and shelter.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A child who expects nothing from you,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Except your words of guidance and support. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Of all I know and what I feel<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Is that a child lives inside me. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A child who wants to have a nice bath every day,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A child who just wants a cozy bed to lay.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A child who likes to look at the sky above,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A child who likes to make castles in the mud.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Of all I know and what I feel<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Is that a child lives inside me. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A child who wants to learn all the alphabets again,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A for apple, B for ball, C for cat and D for doll.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A child who likes to stare at the sparrows,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A child who likes to play with the doves.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Of all I know and what I feel<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Is that a child lives inside me. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A child who likes to swing just like a daffodil,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A child who likes to collect white daisies and yellow buttercups.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A child who likes lying on the green grass,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A child who likes the smell of wet land.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Of all I know and what I feel<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Is that a child lives inside me. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A child who likes to think, think and just think.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A child who likes to observe how the eyes blink.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A child who knows probably, nothing at all,</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Except that life is much more beautiful than what we think. </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Of all I know and what I feel<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style=" line-height:115%;Arial","sans-serif";font-family:";color:black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Is that a child REALLY lives inside me...</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></p></div>Pankhurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10960554656866718023noreply@blogger.com50tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4713088496056414931.post-12051832677477893492010-02-21T21:45:00.005+05:302010-02-22T20:24:48.991+05:30Kuch Ankaheen Baatein...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.khalid-photos.com/gallary/thumbs/1180204722flower-with-violathumb1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.khalid-photos.com/gallary/thumbs/1180204722flower-with-violathumb1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal">Yaad hain wo din?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jab hum the kitney pass</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sadaa dost rehney ki</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thi humaari aas.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Saath ghumein, saath kheley,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Aur kitni maari gappey</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Pata nahi kitni this sach</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Aur kitni thi bas lappey...</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Wo sunherey pal aur</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Who sunheri baatein,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Dekho bhool na jaana tum</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Yeh sunheri yaadein.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Hassi, mazaak, baatein</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Baney jeeven key usool,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Maaf kar dena mujhey,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Hui ho agar koi bhool.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Prarn liya tha jab humnein,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Aankhon sey paani gaya jhalak,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Saath rahengey hum sada hi,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Chaahey rahein ho jaaye alag.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Samay ney humko murdkar na dekha,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Aur aagey chalta gaya,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Ek chauraahey par khadey hain hum,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jahaan sey saara jahaan lagey naya.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Akeley ho tum, Akeley hain hum,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Saamney ek naya jahaan,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Par yaad rakhungi mei tumhein,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Chaahey mai jaun jahaan.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p>P.S. I scribbled this poem in one of my diaries when I was in class 6th. While cleaning my desk last week, I found a shabby, torn sheet of paper which refreshed certain nostalgic memories buried deep down in the past. Time really passes by so fast, yet each moment has its own very importance in one's life. Its funny how we give such special positions to people who don't even look behind at us, not even once..................</o:p></p></div>Pankhurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10960554656866718023noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4713088496056414931.post-64484607770587117762010-01-22T01:20:00.004+05:302010-10-26T20:38:33.650+05:30...Silver Beads...<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_303/1219847361TMmVR7.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_303/1219847361TMmVR7.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">They want to uproar with a message was what I thought,<br />When I glared at the mystic and dark outline of her eyes-<br />I should have realized that it was going to be really tough,<br />But once we're in the maze, all we want to do is get out.<br /><br />She seemed to be lost in some random melody,<br />Probably whispering the lyrics of her favorite song,<br />Clutching something really tightly in her right hand,<br />And moving like a breeze in an unknown direction.<br /><br />As she moved further, she slowly uncurled the fingers of her hand,<br />I stared at it for long, and noticed some tiny silver beads.<br />One after the other, she started dropping them cautiously on the mud,<br />It reminded me of that fairy tale where dropped pebbles lead to a happy ending.<br /><br />But I kept on wondering, those<br />Beads were as small as the tip of a needle<br />Too small to even notice - but maybe enough<br />For the one who may come after them one day, I concluded.<br /><br />After dropping all possible hints,<br />She finally sat down on the damp pavement<br />Deep in a reverie, she suddenly smiled<br />For once - what a killer smile it was.<br /><br />As my heart started connecting with hers,<br />It seemed to give me a sweet yet sour feeling;<br />On one end, she inspired me somewhere deep down,<br />And on the other, she confused me further by not being open.<br /><br />As I tried approaching her, slowly and calmly<br />She got up and hastened towards a safer place<br />“I won’t harm you”, I cried loudly<br />But one.two.three, she just simply vanished.<br /><br />As I tried to move further,<br />I banged my head against something hard,<br />I should have realized that I was just<br />Standing in front of my room’s mirror.</span></div>Pankhurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10960554656866718023noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4713088496056414931.post-91316513363964129862009-12-01T17:13:00.000+05:302009-12-01T18:15:43.389+05:30Questions are endless...<a href="http://www.smashingapps.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/green-dream.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.smashingapps.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/green-dream.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Little drops of water make the mighty ocean ! Really ?<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.merinews.com/upload/thumbimage/1231138666125_dream%20reality_t.bmp"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 438px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.merinews.com/upload/thumbimage/1231138666125_dream%20reality_t.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Why everything apparently ends up as a mere illusion?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.tnpsc.com/downloads/NaturesScenery.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.tnpsc.com/downloads/NaturesScenery.jpg" border="0" /></a> Is the sun giving a hint of the approaching darkness through its setting down ?</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs39/300W/f/2008/365/b/3/Pond___scenery_by_ani_r.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 457px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs39/300W/f/2008/365/b/3/Pond___scenery_by_ani_r.jpg" border="0" /></a> Are the ripples in the water widening with the passage of time ? </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">who knows !</div><br /><div align="center">Questions are endless but answers are nowhere...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div></div></div></div>Pankhurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10960554656866718023noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4713088496056414931.post-45168960182830120342009-11-26T19:39:00.003+05:302010-05-26T11:07:36.689+05:30Happy ThanksGiving DayI start with wishing you all on the occasion of ThanksGiving. A wonderful tradition followed by people of the foreign shores to thank and and express gratitude.<br /><br />In heavily exaggerated tones, the author of this blog has introduced me several times here and I guess most of you might be well acquainted with me already.<br /><br />So..what the hell am I doing here?<br /><br />Well my creative cells were dying away so I asked Pankhuri to explore my creativity at creativity explored.<br />This blog came up in the blogosphere some years back and has been doing exceptionally well since then. So much so, this should be the 150 th post for the blog.<br /><br />So there is a message I would like to dispense to you all...<br /><br />Speak Up .... For you don't know how much your silence is going to cost you.<br />Speak Up .... For your opinion may matter more than you can imagine.<br />Speak Up ... For thoughts have no value until they are shared.<br />Speak Up ... For the world and yourself to know exactly who you are.<br /><br />And what wonderful medium you can come across to speak so freely than blogging.<br />Have a great day people. Enjoy !!!<br />Tushar Mangl<br /><a href="http://blog.orangy.in/">Blog Orangy</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4713088496056414931.post-37652360782062548932009-09-07T15:57:00.004+05:302009-09-07T16:05:21.252+05:30..The serenity of the moonlight..<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaSo_lIMjAw/SqThYuV8F8I/AAAAAAAAAgM/4hBVJ3JuxLo/s1600-h/FullMoonFairy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378671669860374466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaSo_lIMjAw/SqThYuV8F8I/AAAAAAAAAgM/4hBVJ3JuxLo/s400/FullMoonFairy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>In my previous post I was talking about one of the most common natural phenomenon that takes place on earth i.e. “The Rain”. Digging out more of such natural phenomenons’, let us now extend our talks to the moon and its tranquil light…<br />This time again, I was sitting beside the door of my balcony and me eyes popped up right into the sky. Cloudy atmosphere, dusky background, hazy scenario…and then finally, the moon came into my sight. At a snail's pace it carefully shifted from its present position to another one. Shiny brightly, I then realized that it was a full moon. The magic of the tranquility could now be easily observed. One again my mind started playing its ‘weird games’ with me…<br />We are all aware of the fact that moon <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">doesn</span>’t have its own light but reflects the light of the sun. Also, it keeps on changing its shape and size from time to time. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Doesn</span>’t this arrangement play a very significant role in our lifestyles as well? And I must say that this question was just the beginning……<br />Love, friendship, let’s take any other relationship for that matter; <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">aren</span>’t they all showcasing each other’s light in their own respective lives? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Isn</span>’t it that, that the person is incomplete without the other person’s light yet has never acknowledged this fact? And <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">isn</span>’t it that an ideal example of how one has to coincide with his/her lover in order to leave a deep-casting impression on the world?<br /><strong>MOONLIGHT TALK 1:</strong> Start acknowledging the fact that your life is beautiful not because of your own efforts but because of somebody else’s. The sooner you acknowledge it, the better it is for you.<br />There’s another aspect about this “whole moonlight talk”. Every single day the moon is in a different shape (it may not be that substantially visible/acknowledged by the viewers everyday though) depending upon its own and the earth’s position. Just like that we may have various low phrases in our relationships, in our lives due to various external factors which may/may not be visible to our lovers/friends/parents etc but they somewhere down the line do affect our mental/emotional state. But that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">doesn</span>’t stop the moon from once again increasing its shape and light the following day. Then why shall it affect us even for a moment or two? What’s the point of first falling down and then rising up when we can rise up anyway?<br /><strong>MOONLIGHT TALK 2:</strong> Stop cribbing about the fact that your lover/best-test-test friend <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">didn</span>’t came to know that you were low some day. If something is really bothering the core of yours, then go and share it. Simple. No matter how low you are today, one has to rise above the normal strata of emotions to once again illuminate the world tomorrow. Right? Am I making enough sense?<br />Lastly, the moon shines. Right? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Umm</span>, for whom does it take that much of pain to come out every night, stay there for the whole night, move in the morning to a different location, to once again illuminate the other side of the earth?<br />Maybe:<br />For those small children who don’t even know what moon is?<br />For those youngsters who are busying talking to their recently made boyfriends/girlfriends and are unaware that its 2.30 A.M.<br />For those working force that is busying yawning and once again re-reciting that “It was a tiring day today”.<br /><strong>MOONLIGHT TALK 3:</strong> Guys is high time one should realize that one is here on this earth for a motive. If god has really taken that much of pain to send you here, you have to repay him with loads of things. Nah, gifts won’t do the needful. One has to move on in life, one has to leave his/her depleting emotions aside and do good for others. No matter, even if no one acknowledges your random “Acts of kindness”, but it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">shouldn't</span> affect your aim of doing good to others. Always remember, that in the end, IT’S NOT BETWEEN YOU AND OTHERS ITS BETWEEN YOU AND GOD. </div><div><strong>MOONLIGHT TALK 4:</strong> Even if I didn't make much sense this time, try and understand my point :) It might just help you somewhere down the line :)</div>Pankhurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10960554656866718023noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4713088496056414931.post-7168464544802447052009-08-11T15:06:00.002+05:302009-08-11T17:03:34.272+05:30...Another spell of rain..<a href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs24/f/2007/330/1/b/out_of_the_rain_by_glitterdarkstar.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 670px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs24/f/2007/330/1/b/out_of_the_rain_by_glitterdarkstar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Keeping all the explanations aside, yeah !! Finally I'm back to the blogging world. Credit undoubtedly goes to the blogger and much more a very nice friend of mine namely <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Shruti</span> :) who constantly made an effort of dropping by on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">facebook</span> again and again to remind me that she is really missing reading me here :) So babes, this one goes out for you :)<br /><br />So after a very long time, the monsoon finally show-cased its actually hues of affection by pouring so heavily, that one <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">couldn't</span> even pin-point the background due to the non-stop image being created of water droplets that were falling down <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">continuously</span>. The atmosphere all around, the winds blowing here and there, the clouds bearing more of rain...all simply called for a big wow. In fact, At one point of time; it became like really really tough to digest the same. But many peoples' "uncalled-for pinches and punches" were more than enough to make me believe the very same :D<br /><br />After coming back home from school, and after settling everything properly in their right place; once again a burst of clouds took place and the rain climbed the peaks of everything. It was then, that my mind started playing certain "thought games" with my heart. I sat on the floor next to the door of my balcony, trying to enjoy the windy rain shower to the fullest, also time to time looking at the sky which did a good job of bearing those heavy black clouds. A thought just popped in my mind right then.....<br /><br />I always saw rain as a "medium of affection", a "medium of love", a "medium of emotions". I strongly feel that God has many ways to connect the ones he should by various means, one of them being rain. No matter how far you live, no matter how lonely you feel; rain carries some of the very strong vibes which envelope one completely. No matter how long you have been separated from your beloved, the smell of rain catch holds your dying embers of trust, belief and optimism every time. If there are endless things that can turn you down, there are also things that can very well uplift you :) And rain is surely one of them. Its something that you can feel, something that you can see, something that you can hear, something that you can taste, something that you can touch, something that you can play with...something your beloved can feel as well, no matter how far you guys are from each other, no matter how deep is the feeling of "longing" in you guys...it just washes everything, it gives you a new touch, a new feeling, a new smile, a new spirit....<br /><br />Even after standing so strong at this point of view of mine, there came another thought in my mind trying its level best to grab hold of my attention. Today the rain had something different. Even after all the positive hues and vibes, there was a slight touch of negativity which came into sight. It appeared as if the sky was crying, crying out very loud...on seeing the condition of all its lovers. It seemed that the sky was missing the love, the feelings, the comfort, the pride, the hopes, the beliefs and say every possible thing...<br /><br />The possible explanation is..wherever there is white, there will be black as well. I am surely aware of this very basic fact of life, but why <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">isn't</span> the sky aware of the same? Why it seems to be so innocent that its tears make ones heart pop out? Why it cried so much today? So much that one cant witness its condition for very long? Why? Are the lovers really disappointing him? Is the present state of those relationships enough to make him shed so many tears at once?<br /><br />May be the design which he once made for all the friends, all the lovers, all of those who are in any sort of relationship with someone..is some where down the line not enough to keep them together...not enough to generate some kind of warmth in the relationship...not enough to uplift the love they have for each other...not enough to shrink the atmosphere of disappointment...not enough to remove the clouds of darkness....<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Don't</span> hate me for making you read so much :D<br />You see..writers <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">bhi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">kabhi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">kabhi</span> flow <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">mein</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">aa</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">jaate</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">hain</span> :D<br />Signing off..loads of love and best wishes in this rainy season :)<br />Yours only..<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Pankhuri</span>Pankhurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10960554656866718023noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4713088496056414931.post-50982791584309728782009-05-24T22:18:00.004+05:302009-06-04T13:16:53.551+05:30..LOVE STORY REVEALED..:D:D..<div align="center"><strong>How would you feel if a friend of yours gives you a missed call early in the morning and when you call him back say just after mere 15 minutes, he fails to recognize you?? ..In fact he assumes that you are someone else and starts talking randomly without even giving it a thought?? ..Some might feel amazed, some irritated, while some people might be sad, but sometimes such things should really happen in one’s life :D<br />Ummm….wondering why..??<br />Because my dear friend...sometimes the friend with whom you are talking might reveal some secrets which you never knew???<br />How’s that now???</strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>...SPECIAL COVERAGE OF THE SO NOT EXPECTED PHONE CALL…</strong></div><a href="http://s3.images.com/huge.28.143529.JPG"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://s3.images.com/huge.28.143529.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center"><strong>Story revolves around the following 5 people:<br /><br />Blogger R :D :D<br />Blogger G :D :D<br />A guy “H” ( G’s friend)<br />Tushar Mangal...who is though not playing any main role in the story but since there is no one to hold the major responsibilities like printing the marriage cards and all of that…I somehow included him as well :D :D<br />And me of course :D :D<br /><br /></strong><br />It’s basically a blooming love story of the two namely R and G :-)<br />“H” happens to be a kabaab mein haddi :D :D<br />And I am the head of this pagal – pan academy and also the little sister of G…not real though…but still kissi ko to shaadi karvaani hai in dono ki :D :D<br />To yeh zimma mainey uthaa liya hai :D :D :D...to R hua mera future jeeju :D<br />Tushar in sab mein meri help karega as he does in every little thing of mines :D :D<br /><br /><strong>LOVE STORY REVEALED :D :D</strong></p><br /><a href="http://www.boredworkers.com/photos/wys/shows/Christmas2005/LoveStory018.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.boredworkers.com/photos/wys/shows/Christmas2005/LoveStory018.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">So early in the morning, I was just sitting with a colony friend of mine at my place where suddenly my phone pops up…<br /><br /><strong>“R calling “</strong></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.davidforeman.net/files/data/upimages/phone.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 522px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.davidforeman.net/files/data/upimages/phone.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br />So I picked up the phone...and I said a very flaunting “hello “…itna flaunting tha who hello ki who to fidaaa hi ho jaata meri voice par :D :D<br />It just came from inside…feel waala hello hota hainaa :D wohhh :D :D<br /></div><div><a href="http://wwwdelivery.superstock.com/WI/223/1527/PreviewComp/SuperStock_1527R-1151360.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://wwwdelivery.superstock.com/WI/223/1527/PreviewComp/SuperStock_1527R-1151360.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">But unfortunately…Mr R cut the phone…the very flaunting dreams crashed :-(</div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.subtleenergysolutions.com/cellphone-car.gif"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.subtleenergysolutions.com/cellphone-car.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong>FACT 1 : All boys are the same :D :D</strong><br /><br />Chalo koi baat nai..after some time when my friend left, I gave him a call.<br />His caller tune was the song “ Tom’s Diner “ a song which has recently entered the favorite list of songs of first G and then R (as G made him hear the same)<br /><br /><strong>EVIDENCE NUMBER 1 : People in love mostly like the same things…and they do something or the other to make the other one feel special :D :D</strong></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://static.gamesradar.com/images/mb/GamesRadar/us/Features/2009/03/Week%20of%20Hate%202009/Girlfriend%20hates/charlie--article_image.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 418px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.gamesradar.com/images/mb/GamesRadar/us/Features/2009/03/Week%20of%20Hate%202009/Girlfriend%20hates/charlie--article_image.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Coming back…Mr R was may be still sleeping mentally that he thought that I’m G and started talking randomly.<br /><strong><br />EVIDENCE NUMBER 2 : A person in love always find the other soul mate present everywhere even if she/he is not there :D :D</strong></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixad5o2xZ1v53H8ZIoLP_Rs8aq3OutEqof6dhDKTy3Gprae8Raremywcf1toQbGhX0Rw3uDbGu03DtdrqKyvoJoVHTz_sYuuLDrAykvrjSQiJQlTiechX2DWVujq4vw5Nj5uRmOoRsJ-C8/s400/we_love_katamari.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixad5o2xZ1v53H8ZIoLP_Rs8aq3OutEqof6dhDKTy3Gprae8Raremywcf1toQbGhX0Rw3uDbGu03DtdrqKyvoJoVHTz_sYuuLDrAykvrjSQiJQlTiechX2DWVujq4vw5Nj5uRmOoRsJ-C8/s400/we_love_katamari.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Since it was my first personal talk with R on phone, I thought ki who aisa hi hoyega…So I didn’t say anything thought every moment I felt that hes talking something in continuation…suddenly he goes like<br /><br />- “I’m on your blog abhi”<br />- And im like..ohkk..thats nice<br />- “yeh “H” badi chummiya shummiyaan bhej raha hai “<br />- “ummmmmm” ohk (thinking that hoyega koi Blogger)<br />- And again “H” ki baatein aaye..to I’m like btw who “H” ??<br />- And hes like rehn dey…<br />- And again I was like..no I want to know..whos this H…who is sending me kisses ??<br />- And I said I have heard his name through G but I don’t have any friend named “H”<br />- he is like chuck it<br />- Im like ohk :-S</div><br /><div align="center">Then….<br />- When am I getting the pictures ??<br />- And im like..yaa you wanted to see them naa…but I was confused ki kaunsi dikhaaun..chal aajkal mein dikha dungi<br />- Hes like nai abhi :-S<br />- And im like abhi im tired..kabhi baad mein<br />- And he said how come you’re ready to show me the pictures???<br />- And im like did I say no before?<br />- And hes like yes<br />- And im like no<br />And hes like hang on….<br />And im like there is some confusion…<br />Hes like who are you??<br />And im like pankhuri????<br />Hes like are you sure you are not G??<br />And im like ya...Unfortunately my parents named me pankhuri only…and not G<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.mollybloom.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/rosemarys-baby-mia-farrow-talking-on-the-phone1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 538px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 402px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.mollybloom.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/rosemarys-baby-mia-farrow-talking-on-the-phone1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />And then was R ‘s nice hahahahahaha laughter<br /><br /><div><a href="http://comps.fotosearch.com/comp/IMZ/IMZ140/businessman-talking-phone_~pgi0120.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://comps.fotosearch.com/comp/IMZ/IMZ140/businessman-talking-phone_~pgi0120.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong>EVIDENCE NUMBER 3 : He wanted to see her pictures…..<br />La la la la la la la la :D :D :D</strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong></strong><a href="http://www.clipartguide.com/_named_clipart_images/0511-0702-0111-4747_Pleasant_Businessman_Whistling_and_Working_On_a_Computer_clipart_image.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.clipartguide.com/_named_clipart_images/0511-0702-0111-4747_Pleasant_Businessman_Whistling_and_Working_On_a_Computer_clipart_image.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>EVIDENCE NUMBER 4 : Facebook comments…pictures…status…blog updates clearly reveal the chemistry, physics and all that is in between these lovely bloggers :D :D……</strong></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://ideas.veer.com/images/assets/posts/0003/6691/lascano.png"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 460px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ideas.veer.com/images/assets/posts/0003/6691/lascano.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong>FACT NUMBER 2 : Love blossoms everywhere…even in the blogging world :D :D</strong></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://vil.nai.com/images/Blog%20-%20Nuwar%20Loves%20You%20Not.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 512px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 521px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://vil.nai.com/images/Blog%20-%20Nuwar%20Loves%20You%20Not.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Mainey to clearly bol diya hai R ko…incase they are planning to marry each other ; the head of the pagal pan academy change nai hoyegi :D :D<br />Kyunki contract mein aisa likha hai ki agar koi bandi shaadi kar leti hai…to head usko bana dengey :D :D :D<br /><br />And also..Mujhko Tushar ka ek aur role mill gaya :D :D<br />Jab merey kids hoyegey…to who yeh dhyaan rakheyga ki R aur G ki bacheyy merey bachon ko tang naa kareyy :D :D<br />Hahaahahahah..<br />Kyunki bachpan mein bacheyy bahut komal swaabhaav key hotey haina :D :D<br />To Aiseyy achi baat nai hoti :D :D<br />Ki Hum unka naa-jaayas faida uthaaye :D :D<br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://images-3.redbubble.net/img/art/size:large/view:main/1021412-2-happy-family-2-2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 462px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images-3.redbubble.net/img/art/size:large/view:main/1021412-2-happy-family-2-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">And I also welcomed R to our pagal pan academy :D :D :D</div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.nigelhigh.co.za/ImagUploads/mm-welcome.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.nigelhigh.co.za/ImagUploads/mm-welcome.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">And I promised him…that at the end of this exercise he will be atleast 1 Percent like me :D :D :D<br />And I guess…that also is too much for him…bichaara abhi sey tension mein aa gaya hai :D :D<br /><strong>FACT NUMBER 3 : I think they will kill me for writing all this bakwass :D :D<br />And infact..Specially after seeing all these relevant pictures :D :D<br />If you find me dead dear bloggers…Its proves that this story is cent percent real :D :D…So guys..You can’t do anything to me :D :D :D</strong><br /></div><div><a href="http://members.graphicsfactory.com/clip-art/image_files/image/2/1329322-talk.gif"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://members.graphicsfactory.com/clip-art/image_files/image/2/1329322-talk.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong>CONCLUSION NUMBER 1 :<br />Never call someone in the morning when there are chances that you are sleepy..And you might say anything to anyone…and they make it quite a big issue :D :D :D<br />And still you cant say anything to that person...because he/she is simple the best :D :D</strong><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://sharonhodgson.com/art/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/movementsofjoeactivatinghis.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 533px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 618px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://sharonhodgson.com/art/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/movementsofjoeactivatinghis.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong>CONTRADICTIVE CONCLUSION:</strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>You can call someone in the morning..Sometimes its really fun :D :D </strong></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.baishaiwholesale.com.au/4images/data/media/16/Little_Miss_Towel.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 723px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.baishaiwholesale.com.au/4images/data/media/16/Little_Miss_Towel.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong>FACT NUMBER 4 :I have recently named myself as the little messenger of god :D :D :D…and I am the best :D :D</strong><br /></div><div><a href="https://www.booksofthebible.com/stock/p1838d.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://www.booksofthebible.com/stock/p1838d.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><div align="center"><strong>FACT NUMBER 5 : This was total humor…actually yeh likhney key liye mujhko paisey milney waaley hain :D :D</strong><br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.mediabistro.com/fishbowlLA/original/Fist%20of%20Money.gif"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.mediabistro.com/fishbowlLA/original/Fist%20of%20Money.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong>FACT NUMBER 6 : I know kissi bhi outsider blogger ko kuch samaj nai aaya hoga :D :D....My apologies for the same :-)<br />I was just in my total hight spirits when I firstly talked with R…Secondly when I dreamed about this post…and thirdly when I wrote this post :D :D<br />So a combination of all the three got me this post :D:D</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://image.orientaltrading.com/otcimg/48_2371.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://image.orientaltrading.com/otcimg/48_2371.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> FACT NUMBER 7 : The people who will help me in this marry the blogger mission :D :D…will get special gift hampers from Tushar Mangal :D :D :D<br />[see..see…tushki…tera kitna bada role hai, is love story mein :D :D ]<br /></strong><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaSo_lIMjAw/Shl6mtYE6pI/AAAAAAAAAdE/cnorD9EH5v4/s1600-h/smile030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339433638658632338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaSo_lIMjAw/Shl6mtYE6pI/AAAAAAAAAdE/cnorD9EH5v4/s400/smile030.jpg" border="0" /></a>P.S : Take everything writen in this post as a nice light joke..</div><div>it though has all the truth but it was just to get some smiles on the faces of some friends who dont smile nowadays :-) be it because of any reason...and this post is dedicated to someone who recently asked me show this side of mine in my blog.. :-))<br />signing off…<br />loads of love…<br />pankhuri :-))<br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Pankhurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10960554656866718023noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4713088496056414931.post-74017828058743881092009-04-27T21:48:00.003+05:302009-06-04T13:16:53.543+05:30..Todays random poetry writing..<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaSo_lIMjAw/SfXeA7GLZkI/AAAAAAAAAcE/AI18myKeL2A/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329409841507821122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 386px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TaSo_lIMjAw/SfXeA7GLZkI/AAAAAAAAAcE/AI18myKeL2A/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Free Monday Tests periods for class 11th..so the school came out with an inovative poetry writing stuff to keep us busy for those 2 hrs...Me and Mehak thought we should combine our inputs..but at the end it just turned out to be something like this...see below :</div><div align="center">The topics were </div><div align="center">What DPS means to me?</div><div align="center">DPS - my school, my life</div><div align="center">It took us quite some time to actually figure out the difference between the two..and then we were at our best poetry....hahahaha..check it out...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">What DPS means to me ??</div><div align="center">By Mehak and Pankhuri</div><div align="center">(( we said my name in such a way that it came out to be rhyming with the title ))</div><div align="center">{{ see the poetic feel }}</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">A man asked me " what DPS means to me ? "</div><div align="center">When my mind was flying like a bee...</div><div align="center">A story I had to reveal...</div><div align="center">About whom I want to be.....</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">After all,he asked me...what DPS means to me ??</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">It is like an ocean full of sharks,</div><div align="center">But at the end we sing like larks..</div><div align="center">Barking dogs seldom bite...</div><div align="center">However a dipsite never barks ( !! )</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">After all,he asked me...What DPS means to me ??</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">DPS starts with D...</div><div align="center">And the second letter is P...</div><div align="center">After all, I'm a spelling bee....</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">And infact..he asked me,what DPS means to me ??</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Its a never ending story...</div><div align="center">Where life has been a hanky - dory.....</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">****bows****</div><div align="center">****thank you****</div><div align="center">hahahahahaha..</div><div align="center">TO be honest..Im prepared if any of my present blog reader is willing to give up the idea of reading my blog from now on....hahahahaha.. :-))))</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">~pankhuri~</div>Pankhurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10960554656866718023noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4713088496056414931.post-16274951653367312872008-10-24T21:06:00.007+05:302009-06-04T13:16:53.563+05:30..A Lifeless Butterfly..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLbbWX-PmXnVDNpZbriA1aTgumS0Kx7OzPgd86e8kRMVeTakbnC8UhD7k401yPtQbf6sKKeFhG9WsBYs6cmJpVi-Qgbz1U2GiVnwgqmMcQGka_Rxq-9tDorjtnGGb4MhwCGH6DCiYY7I6N/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKVDu8zhX-LTeytfSVNIqan75sXhWcUqsE72HnONr_rD7uURGGx-3leWFJVDj3QZsebBqcOZk8xd89vEz0YK9eFmm2-9_RxAZysgYbYbfMfnz1E2p4lcHgW_x8FNg1Y6GUov5rRQRh53K6/s400/Image040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260745788679935522" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTo8JPFNckmJpVLjia1f5DKc9tWb_tD_g80QV6GhnsN8vZNBZa0EmKAzjYcJdLMGJWoLeaEfQQMkhjPSIH-rKcxEWVRDlBC_Rt9qoyN3-z6QIThE8o3cNUID4EQtbO5DvfcY4t25s6fofa/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTo8JPFNckmJpVLjia1f5DKc9tWb_tD_g80QV6GhnsN8vZNBZa0EmKAzjYcJdLMGJWoLeaEfQQMkhjPSIH-rKcxEWVRDlBC_Rt9qoyN3-z6QIThE8o3cNUID4EQtbO5DvfcY4t25s6fofa/s400/Image041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260745558585808322" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">..A lifeless butterfly..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">English Half-yearly Examination..And Im not at all concerned about some topics and lessons which I left..but about a butterfly....I wonder why...</span><br /><br />I was standing with my friends..when Pooja came and tried scaring me with a butterfly..I thought it was a trick and stuff..but it took quite a time filled with arguments for me to realize that it was a real one..and it was dead now..it was in trisha's hand next I remember..teacher came...and our paper got started..she dumped it on a window pane hurridly..it was towards my seat ka side.....<br /><br />I was over with my exam and stuff..very early..3 hours paper..took me 1 and a half I suppose..then my eyes turned towards the butterfly..I just didnt like the scenario..even though she was dead..bright sunlight mein exposed like that..I just felt weird..and god knows who gave me that courage..that i walked up till the teacher and asked whether I could take the butterfly or not..she said that if its alive leave her..I said shes not..and picked her up very carefully and kept it on my seat..I was horrified to see the nearby sitting students ka reactions..it took me some more time to adjust with those reactions....<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I had made up my mind the very same time..to burry the butterfly somewhere..to pray during the same so that may god bless her soul..god knows what must have had happened to poor female..half of the guys and girls who know the same..specially the burying part..still think that Im mad...ok fine..if tomorrow I leave your body on the road..no one comes to claim your body..your exposed into bright sunlight..ready to be someones food..very soon..??..isnt that really the same..???..huh..?..then its painful..then its humiliating..but just because shes a butterfly..and shes dead now..you wont respect her corpse..??..she might not be your dear one..but she might be of someone..??..but now shes no more.......<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">I still cant forget those facial expressions..those words which were thrown on me regarding the same..mom also..gave me a nice nice nice lecture on what the hell was I up too....?!?!?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Some friends say..preserve it..infact most of them said..hardly 1 or 2 supported me..in my decision..I asked why should I and some others drive pleasure of someones death..??..who gave us that right..???..they didnt say a word...<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-style: italic;">I still have that butterfly..I just look at her..at times..and I dont know...I just get lost somewhere..in some world..<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Ill bury her soon somewhere...just waiting for the right day......<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-style: italic;">But this chapter of life showed me another side of human behaviour...the inhuman behaviour..the heartless feelings....the...............</span><br /></div>Pankhurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10960554656866718023noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4713088496056414931.post-26736768987595139132008-08-03T13:29:00.000+05:302009-06-04T13:16:53.558+05:30..Kahee - Ankahee Baatein 7..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ww1.prweb.com/prfiles/2007/07/20/541448/SweetFaithDollhires.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://ww1.prweb.com/prfiles/2007/07/20/541448/SweetFaithDollhires.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a>hey pple!<br />wat can i tell u about pankhu(probably this the firs line of every comment).....she's just a veryy sweet n nice person who's totally freaky n can freak neone in he whole world....hehe.lol........shes just smtimes very annoyin n irritatin(most ov the times).but at other times she's jus very sweet n kind(verrrrrrry less).......very creative gal ......she's just damn good at drawin n artistic stuff.......n wen u get a glance ov her handwritin u just keep droolin over it.........very gr8 person n brings realllllly gud food....wenever she opens her tiffin the whole class jumps on it ......its just damn gudd......n her mom is the gr8est cook ever ...pankhu is soo popular for her aloo puri...nahi toh she's of no use to me i only tok to her fr her food...just kiddin yaar......lolz...........n yeah shes like soo tall wenever we want to tok to her we look upto the sky n then only we can see her....hehe lol.......but she's really sweet to every1(not dat sweet)n always laughs at my pjs(luv her fr dat)...........n yeah we're on this secret mission to kill our class teacher n we'r still plannin.we hate her like nethin.....yaar ab bahut likh diya..........i just wanna tell u dat keep ur smile up forever,bring gud food,laugh at all my pjs n yes don frget .........bring gud food!!:-)<br />chal bye<br />tc<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dec 15, 2006 11:35 PM</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Aditi</span>Pankhurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10960554656866718023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4713088496056414931.post-17200402318859852262008-07-28T22:36:00.002+05:302009-06-04T13:16:53.551+05:30..Kahee - Ankahee Baatein 6..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1229/1307710584_40818e40c5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1229/1307710584_40818e40c5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>okiezzz...soo testi for pankhu madame....hmm....running out of wrds!!! known her for 3 yrs......n in dat 3 yrs....v both ve been thru sweet n sad moments....fightz,masti,eating food in class,bunking,havin parties,get 2 gethers after exams,skool picnic,commenting on ppl,doin velapanti in skool,lying 2 teachers bout sprains(remember bunking??),roaming on skyway,listening 2 a****'s poem on da stage n commntn on his diction of "chahiya",making fun bout masha-allah mwahhhh!!!lolzzzz,bunking arrangements of 2nd lang.,commntn on guys.....lol.....goin 2 da loo n cing u'r M.C pulling walk.....ohhh god...been thru such good n bad timezzz...bt...watever happens...irrespective of da stupid fightzz....u ve been a darling..ahhh....can't ever forget da fun v ve.......on 1 side u ve provide me wid a shoulder 2 cry on n on da othr side updatin wid da latest gossip ....lol.. ahhh...pankhu how will i servive widout u???u ve been a tremendous frnd n a gr8 supporter....crossin wrd limit...plz accept it, tried hard!!!luv yaa...tc<br />(12/28/2007)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">-Nollina</span>Pankhurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10960554656866718023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4713088496056414931.post-35424950089760634012008-07-27T08:57:00.002+05:302009-06-04T13:16:53.557+05:30..Kahee - Ankahee Baatein 5..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jerryreynolds.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/pug_love.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://jerryreynolds.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/pug_love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Pankhu.. aka Pankhuri, the girl as mystical as her name. The sweet and adorable lil baby can change without a moments notice to a red hot siren!(God save the guys then) and have u ever seen her dance(she could give Helen a complex), but when the situation calls for it she becomes a pure professional ..her transformation is so complete that I am actually flummoxed at her diverse personality…beauty with brains, a potent combination; she’s a witch who has bewitched everyone with her charm and wit.But beyond her pretty face lives an even more endearing soul which endeavours to do the right thing despite all odds...her zeal n enthusiasm for life never ceases to flabbergast me! she goes the extra mile, does it a lil differently.. which distinguishes her from the mediocre.(success is gonna be at ur feet in no time babes, and u know that) ..she’s my fast friend , my co-conspirator in all our pankhu, my photogenic muse, a little bit of sanity to my insane world. U r the very best!!!<br />Keep cheesin..!!!<br />(1/2/2008)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">-Aman</span>Pankhurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10960554656866718023noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4713088496056414931.post-12309833485706731012008-07-26T08:50:00.002+05:302009-06-04T13:16:53.564+05:30..Kahee - Ankahee Baatein 4..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/49/137180680_304455170e.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/49/137180680_304455170e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>oh mY gudness<br />wat to write abou this girl man..<br />She is Such a sweet girl... no 1 can expect wats her abilities..<br />the wrd expect the unexpected is the exact 1 which suits to this rock chick..!<br />wat to tell abou this girl...<br />and i can tell you that u never know what shez gonna do, she's so unpredictable. She's a very good daughter and her parents are lucky to have Pankhu..<br />her name is so different very rare.. but she is a very nice girl..wid very nice way of talk.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">SHE IS A FRIEND WHO IS TOUGH 2 FIND, BUT EVEN TOUGHEST 2 LOOSE</span>.she is damn sweet & cute..always tries to have fun..she is funloving girl & rocking 1..<br />well she is so cute & sweet as every1 is like that..but rely this girl is has a very interesting & unique character.<br />very free & frank !!! she is a music freak...<br />4 the time being. hope that this is the biggest ever u got til now..<br />never change for any1.. b urself...<br />have a nice time..<br />keep smiling.. keep rocking ... u rock chick..!<br />(1/6/08)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">-Srikanth</span>Pankhurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10960554656866718023noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4713088496056414931.post-69742804137868541512008-07-25T22:31:00.004+05:302009-06-04T13:16:53.566+05:30..Kahee - Ankahee Baatein 3..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/sweet-nectar-quilt-block-3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/sweet-nectar-quilt-block-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Pankhuri...she a sweet lil sweetheart...she is someone unique n its awesome to talk to her...u wont ever get bored...she makes u laugh many tyms wid her frequently changin way o talkin n u never noe whats to come next...shes a person who'll listen to ny o ur crap n ll help u everytym u need her help...shes a music luver...well then who isn't LoL...this lil baby has brains o a genius...she writes awesome...dunno who puts all those awesome thoughts in ur mind...n this genius is gr8 at gettin marks...dunno wat all this multi talented gal can do...dats all fr now pankhu...n remember any problem u hav...m always ther...take care...mwah..<br />( 2/7/08)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">-Ritwik</span>Pankhurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10960554656866718023noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4713088496056414931.post-5803008608149737202008-07-25T13:10:00.001+05:302009-06-04T13:16:53.543+05:30..kahee - Ankahee Baatein 2..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.babysoft.com.sg/baby-products/baby-toys/soft-toys-plush-toy-TOY004-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.babysoft.com.sg/baby-products/baby-toys/soft-toys-plush-toy-TOY004-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />..υмм..ι νє ησ кℓυє ωσт 2 ѕαу вσυт ∂ιѕ gυяℓ..<br />..мαн ∂αяℓιη...¢нωєєтнєαят...αηgєℓ....ℓυкz ℓук α вαявιє ∂σℓℓ..2 ¢υтє..ℓυνιη..кαяιη..α∂σяαвℓє..ƒяηℓι..ιηησ¢єηт..∂є¢єηт..ѕσвєя..нєℓρƒυℓ..ρяєтту..ѕмαят..кσσℓ..<br />ƒяαηк..нυмσяσυѕ..υη∂єяѕтαη∂ιη..¢нαямιη..¢нωєαт..∂αzzℓιη..єη¢нαηтιη..αηgєℓιк..мєѕмєяιzιη..<br />нєαят мєℓтιη..ѕятιкιη..η м яυηηιη ѕнσят σν α∂נєктινєz 4 ∂ιѕ ℓσνєℓу gυяℓ..ѕнєz α яєαℓ вℓєѕѕιη 4 σℓ ∂αн ρρℓ αяσυη∂ нєя..η 8 тумz ι яєαℓℓι ωση∂єя..ρρℓ ℓук нєя ѕтιℓℓ єχιѕт ιη ∂αн ωσяℓ∂....ѕσ ωαям..¢нєєяƒυℓ..єηєяgєтιк..ѕнє кαη кєєρ уα ѕмуℓιη єνєη ιη ∂αн ∂αякєѕт ρнαѕє σν уυя ℓуƒ..η νℓℓ ѕтαη∂ ву уσυ υη∂єя αηу ¢ιя¢υмѕтαη¢єѕ..νяу ѕυρρσятινє η αктυαℓℓι α тяυє ƒяη..α gєм σν α ρєяѕση..ωι∂ α нєαят σν gσℓ∂..αктυαℓℓι σν ∂ιαмση∂..ℓσℓχχ..[:D]..αƒтα σℓ ∂ιαмση∂z я gιяℓz вѕт ƒяєηz....ѕнєz тσтαℓℓι αмαzιη..α яσккѕтαя..η ѕнєz ηт α ρєяѕση нυ υ кαη єαѕιℓу ℓєт gσ..кυz ση¢є υ кυм ¢ℓσѕє 2 нєя..ιт ℓℓ в 2 нαя∂ 4 υ 2 ℓσѕє нєя..!!σℓ ι ωαηηα тєℓℓ уα ιѕ ∂αн ∂υнη єνα ¢нαηgє..¢υz ν σℓ ℓυν уα ∂ ωαу υ я..<br />gσ∂ вℓєѕѕ!!<br />1/29/08<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">-Arwal</span>Pankhurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10960554656866718023noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4713088496056414931.post-17446427250322206612008-07-24T20:11:00.000+05:302009-06-04T13:16:53.570+05:30..kahee - ankahee baatein 1..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/paranormal/1/0/K/T/cute_little_fairy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/paranormal/1/0/K/T/cute_little_fairy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>pankhuri - hmmmmm wht to say abt dis gal??????<br />well we met abt a year ago in orkut since then she has been a gr8 friend of mine .<br />She is "born to be coooool" kinda gal, wid a bit of attitude.Ther r hardly few things tht r common between us but still we r good friends.<br />May be its her out look towards life which makes her diff frm others nd thts wht i like abt<br />her.She is a vry strong character nd she is such kinda gal hu ll never show u her emotions. She might appear as rough nd tough kinda gal but lemme tell u she is damn emotional(god hu knws it better than me, man she gave me a hard time but it was my fault ny ways).We share a lot of secrets,well lemme me tell u one secret of her, this chick is a damn good writer.At times<br />i think she is tooo much matured for a gal of age 14.<br />She never waste ny opportunity to give me ny gyan (well the thing is her gyans helped me a lot, uffff sooo embarrassing).She used to treat me as if i m of her(or may be younger than her) age but she is quite younger than me(lol).The thing wher she beats evry one of us is tht she has got a golden heart which is made of 24 carat gold nt 22 carat.But as they say nthin is perfect she is also nt an xception.At times she trust ppl bit early ,she hardly controls her self (when u r a good friend of her) to help u out or to say ny hard word if u hav done ny thing wrong at times it works against her but it also shows how pure she is.But i like her as a friend nd i m happy nd lucky to hav a friend like her, wish u success in future nd hav a life full of masti nd dhamal u SAITAN ladki(dil pe mat lenaaaaaa lolz)......<br />10/20/2007<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />-Deep</span>Pankhurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10960554656866718023noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4713088496056414931.post-43791401264055058652008-07-23T20:00:00.004+05:302011-04-14T09:41:22.322+05:30..kahee - ankahee baatein..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaSo_lIMjAw/SIdBTXh-McI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1qjqhRJb2rk/s1600-h/Awww"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TaSo_lIMjAw/SIdBTXh-McI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1qjqhRJb2rk/s400/Awww" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226217693576573378" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">~~*Part 1*~~</span><br />Pankhuri...pankhu for her friends...(maybe one day i too will be in that elite list)<br />Though she has a large number of testimonials...let me also jump into the band wagon and jot down sum words for this wonderful outgoing extrovert personality.<br />First things first...This dame is an enigmatic personality...and if u solve this enigma...u really are a special person in her life...I hope i succeed in my mission...<br />Doesnt trust sumone easily...is very elusive...amazing sense of humour<br />sxc...sweet...smart...evryone knos she is...Circumstances and lack of time hasnt allowed me to kno her much...then will write a more elongated testi...<br />Chalojie continuing...Venus...the ruling planet of her zodiac sign libra has loads of influence on her...which is evident from her interests in arts...dances...romance...entertainment...muzic infact her great sense of creativity was the first thing i had noticed...when sent her a request for friendship...Now let me throw some light on the mental side of this pretty young girl...extremely intelligent...witty...clevr,,,intellectual i suppose...ya is intellectual...will amaze ppl with her witty and knowledgeful talks...but isnt arrogant...judgemental am not 100% sure...sounds humble,,,caring....will go out of her way to help her friends,,,is choosy in making friends but once u in the inner circle...u are in for a real treat of yur life,,, Basically...a person with a soft heart...and a hard mind...a lethal combo which makes this gal extremely special...Anyhting else...ya loves to play badminton and hr guitar...wish to write a better testi one fine day...pankhu madam even if yu dont like it keep it...will improve it later for yu...writng doesnt seem to be my cuppa of tea...anyways before signing off...let me quote the great writer,,,Robert Louis Stevenson<br />"We are all travellers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend."<br />I have found one...and am very proud of my possession...<br />PANKHURI MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALWAYS AND GIVE YOU ALL THAT U DESEREVE...<br />(4/23/2007)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">~~*Part 2*~~</span><br />Well this is the 4th testimonial am writng for her...and as i had said in the eralier ones tht i will write another one...Well if i cauld i culd have written a whole her book on pankhu...But then on second thots...How to describe such a sweet person...full of care and affection for her friends...Tht it touches deep inside...Sumtimes in times of soltitude,,,i wonder..ppl like her still exist...its an amazing thing in itself...takes her own sweet time in coming close to ppl...and if u r one of those as i had written earlier u r in for a treat...but then i had underestimated the treat,,,its now tht i really experience it do i find...tht life just chnges its colors wenvr she is nearby...Its more vibrant more active,,,more intresting...the hues of her affecionate friendship...glowering my life...And tht was even more evident wen one of my very close friends commented on the testimonials she write for me tht tushar this side of urs i nvr seen before...i said to myself tht is how is it with pankhu...her innonence and kiddish acts invoking deeply buried nostalgic memories...thts wat her magic lies,,,inside this innocent kiddish acts i see sparks of a grown-up young lady,,,the strength...the brains...the knowledge...the experiences tht make the person wise,,,and then i look at those smiling talks,,,I sense an inspiration...pankhuri...u r a great human...this world needs many more pankhuris,,,like u ,,, but for me am more then content with this one pankhuri...my pankhuri...thnx very much for ur friendship,,,i would be grateful for those glorious moments u spent with me....thnk u<br />(6/18/2007)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">-Tushar ;-)</span>Pankhurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10960554656866718023noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4713088496056414931.post-37579225237690474112008-05-26T19:10:00.003+05:302009-06-04T13:16:53.559+05:30..behn..!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://procheinamy.mu.nu/archives/images/sisters.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://procheinamy.mu.nu/archives/images/sisters.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">acha</span>..ab <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">yeh</span> poem <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">likhi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">thi</span>..around <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ek</span> ya do <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">saal</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">pehley</span> roughly..phone par spontaneous waali..seriously..and honestly..i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">don't</span> know why i am posting it here..<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">kyunki</span> rather than serving a spoon of amusement..it might give people a feeling of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">embarrassment</span>..<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">ki</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">aaj</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">kal</span> key bachey..!!..yeh <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">sab</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">kartey</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">hain</span> phone pey..!!!..hehehehehehe..!!!!<br /><br />behnn..<br />behn,behn,behn..oh !! behn..<br />kaisey kartey hai..<br />hum inko sehnn..??<br />humey kitna karti,<br />hai woh tang..<br />girgit ki tareh..<br />pal-pal badalti,<br />hai rang..!!<br /><br />behn,behn,behn..oh !! behn..<br />kaisey kartey hai..<br />hum inko sehnn..??<br />mahaan banney ki,<br />karti hai koshish..<br />kitna bhi dikha do,<br />inhein Krrish..lol<br /><br />behn,behn,behn..oh !! behn..<br />kaisey kartey hai..<br />hum inko sehnn..??<br />maggi kitna bhi,<br />khilado inkoo..<br />chaahey,<br />bhuk lagi ho,<br />HUMKO..!!!!<br /><br />behn,behn,behn..oh !! behn..<br />kaisey kartey hai..<br />hum inko sehnn..??<br />purey din chehrey par,<br />lagatii hai creamm..<br />unsey, thodi si bhi maang kya lo..<br />karti hai SCREAM..!!!<br /><br />behn,behn,behn..oh !! behn..<br />kaisey kartey hai..<br />hum inko sehnn..??<br />purey din..<br />humsey ladtii jhagartii hai..<br />aur agar koi kaam aa jaaye..<br />to pairrr PAKADTI HAI..!!!<br /><br />hehehehehehe..<br />sorry all the elder sisizz..<br />but this poem..<br />is specially for you..!!!<br />ooppzziiess..!!<br />hehehehehPankhurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10960554656866718023noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4713088496056414931.post-56160312387503756622007-11-06T21:06:00.000+05:302009-06-04T13:16:53.559+05:30...made for others...<a href="http://www.fdcw.unimaas.nl/cwsiot/shopwindow/music/Floor%20Manschot%20&%20Michiel%20Stoter/plaatjes/happiness.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 411px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="368" alt="" src="http://www.fdcw.unimaas.nl/cwsiot/shopwindow/music/Floor%20Manschot%20&%20Michiel%20Stoter/plaatjes/happiness.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">Care without return,</span></span></strong><span style="color:#00cccc;"> </span><div><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;">Love without expectation.</span></strong> </span></div><div><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;">You shall suffer-</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;">Never mind...</span></strong> </span></div><div><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"><strong>All this suffering,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"><strong>The thought,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"><strong>That you cared and others didn't,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"><strong>You showed concern,</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">For those who didn't bother,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">And for those who did-</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">You cared for all.</span></strong></div><div><span style="color:#00cccc;"><br /></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">And then when you lie,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">Ready to be quiet for ever,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">You shall be glad,proud,satisfied,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">You showered all you could.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">Rose above your pretty ego.</span></strong></div><div><span style="color:#00cccc;"><br /></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">You were,</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">made for others...</span></strong></div>Pankhurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10960554656866718023noreply@blogger.com3