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Please use it to post your messages and comments regarding ur favourite articles, subjects, issues, new events, music, songs, lyrics, IT news etc!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Harsh Vardhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03063992207542838771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094631.post-115850507897204415</id><published>2006-09-17T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T07:57:58.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;There was once this guy who is very much in love with his &lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;span name="st" id="st"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This&lt;br /&gt;romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his &lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;span name="st" id="st"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his&lt;br /&gt;future didn't seem too bright, they were very happy together. Until one day,&lt;br /&gt;his &lt;span class="st"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt; told him she was going to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and will never come back. She also&lt;br /&gt;told him that she cannot visualize any future for the both of them, so&lt;br /&gt;they went their own ways there and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbroken, the guy agreed. But when he regained his confidence, he&lt;br /&gt;worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make&lt;br /&gt;something out of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally with all the hard work and the help of friends, this guy had&lt;br /&gt;set up his own company..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never fail until you stop trying. One rainy day, while this guy was&lt;br /&gt;driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain&lt;br /&gt;walking to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take him long to realize they were his &lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;span name="st" id="st"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the&lt;br /&gt;couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them to know&lt;br /&gt;that he wasn't the same any more; he had his own company, car, condo, etc.&lt;br /&gt;He made it! What he saw next confused him, the couple was walking towards a cemetery, and so he got out of his car and followed...and he saw his &lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;span name="st" id="st"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as ever at him from her tombstone and he saw his paper cranes&lt;br /&gt;right beside her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents saw him. He asked them why this had happened. They&lt;br /&gt;explained, she did not leave for &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; at all. She was ill with cancer. She had&lt;br /&gt;believed that he will make it someday, but she did not want to be his&lt;br /&gt;obstacle... therefore she had chosen to leave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. She had wanted her parents&lt;br /&gt;to put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate&lt;br /&gt;brings him to her again...he can take some of those back with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have loved, you will always love. For what's in your mind may&lt;br /&gt;escape but what's in your heart will remain forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy just wept...The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting&lt;br /&gt;right besides her knowing you can't have her, see her or be with her ever&lt;br /&gt;again.........hope you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find time to realize that there is one person who means so much to you,&lt;br /&gt;for you might wake up one morning losing that person who you thought&lt;br /&gt;meant nothing to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094631-115850507897204415?l=harshv311.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/feeds/115850507897204415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094631&amp;postID=115850507897204415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/115850507897204415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/115850507897204415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-is-love.html' title='What is love?'/><author><name>Harsh Vardhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03063992207542838771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01624556900561001833'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094631.post-115850363340963511</id><published>2006-09-17T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T07:33:53.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of  You - Kelly Clarkson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://harshv311.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_harshv311_archive.html"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;This is my fav song, won the MTV VMA Awards 2006&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will not make the same mistakes that you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I will not let myself cause my heart so much misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I will not break the way you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You fell so hard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I've learned the hard way, to never let it get that far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I never stay too far from the sidewalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I find it hard to trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Not only me, but everyone around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Because of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I am afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I lose my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And it's not too long before you point it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I cannot cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Because I know that's weakness in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm forced to fake a smile, a laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Everyday of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; My heart can't possibly break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; When it wasn't even whole to start with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I learned to play on the safe side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; So I don't get hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I find it hard to trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Not only me, but everyone around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Because of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I am afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I watched you die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I heard you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Every night in your sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I was so young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You should have known better than to lean on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You never thought of anyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You just saw your pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And now I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In the middle of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; For the same damn thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Because of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I tried my hardest just to forget everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I don't know how to let anyone else in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I am afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Because of you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Because of you...you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094631-115850363340963511?l=harshv311.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/feeds/115850363340963511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094631&amp;postID=115850363340963511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/115850363340963511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/115850363340963511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/2006/09/because-of-you-kelly-clarkson.html' title='Because of  You - Kelly Clarkson'/><author><name>Harsh Vardhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03063992207542838771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01624556900561001833'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094631.post-115549174433867639</id><published>2006-08-13T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T10:55:44.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He that is down needs fear no fall - John Bunyan</title><content type='html'>He that is down needs fear no fall,&lt;br /&gt;He that is low no pride;&lt;br /&gt;He that is humble ever shall&lt;br /&gt;Have God to be his guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am content with what I have,&lt;br /&gt;Little be it or much;&lt;br /&gt;And, Lord, contentment still I crave&lt;br /&gt;Because Thou savest such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fulness to such a burden is&lt;br /&gt;That go in pilgrimage;&lt;br /&gt;Here little and hereafter bliss&lt;br /&gt;Is best from all to age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094631-115549174433867639?l=harshv311.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/feeds/115549174433867639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094631&amp;postID=115549174433867639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/115549174433867639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/115549174433867639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/2006/08/he-that-is-down-needs-fear-no-fall.html' title='He that is down needs fear no fall - John Bunyan'/><author><name>Harsh Vardhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03063992207542838771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01624556900561001833'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094631.post-115336827275054486</id><published>2006-07-19T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T21:04:32.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Time : Enya</title><content type='html'>===========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can say where the road goes,&lt;br /&gt;Where the day flows, only time?&lt;br /&gt;And who can say if your love grows,&lt;br /&gt;As your hearth chose, only time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can say why your heart sights,&lt;br /&gt;As your love flies, only time?&lt;br /&gt;And who can say why your heart cries&lt;br /&gt;when your love lies, only time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can say when the roads meet,&lt;br /&gt;That love might be ,in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;and who can say when the day sleeps,&lt;br /&gt;and the night keeps all your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Night keeps all your heart.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can say if your love groves,&lt;br /&gt;As your heart chose, only time?&lt;br /&gt;And who can say where the road goes&lt;br /&gt;Where the day flows, only time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? Only time&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? Only time&lt;br /&gt;==========================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094631-115336827275054486?l=harshv311.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/feeds/115336827275054486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094631&amp;postID=115336827275054486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/115336827275054486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/115336827275054486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/2006/07/only-time-enya.html' title='Only Time : Enya'/><author><name>Harsh Vardhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03063992207542838771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01624556900561001833'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094631.post-115273667621983649</id><published>2006-07-12T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T13:37:56.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6046/2970/1600/images.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6046/2970/320/images.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tere Khushboo Mein Base&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS, Verdana, helvetica, sans-serif'; font-size: 8pt;"&gt;   &lt;b&gt;Artist&lt;/b&gt;: Jagjit Singh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Album&lt;/b&gt;: Live With Jagjit Singh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:'Trebuchet MS, Verdana, helvetica, sans-serif';font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tere khushbuu men base Khat main jalaataa kaise&lt;br /&gt;pyaar men Duube huye Khat main jalaataa kaise&lt;br /&gt;tere Khat aaj main gangaa men bahaa aayaa huuN&lt;br /&gt;aag bahate hue paanii men lagaa aayaa huuN &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;jin ko duniyaa kii nigaahon se chhupaaye rakhaa&lt;br /&gt;jin ko ik umr kaleje se lagaaye rakhaa&lt;br /&gt;diin jin ko, jinhen iimaan banaaye rakhaa &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;                        tune duniyaa kii nigaahon se jo bachkar likhe&lt;br /&gt;                        saalahaasaal mere naam baraabar likhe&lt;br /&gt;                        kabhii din men to kabhii raat men uThakar likhe &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;pyaar men Duube huye Khat main jalaata kaise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tere haathon ke likhe Khat main jalaata kaise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tere Khat aaj main gangaa men bahaa aayaa huuN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;aag bahate huye paannii men lagaa aayaa huuN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094631-115273667621983649?l=harshv311.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/feeds/115273667621983649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094631&amp;postID=115273667621983649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/115273667621983649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/115273667621983649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/2006/07/tere-khushboo-mein-base-artist-jagjit.html' title=''/><author><name>Harsh Vardhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03063992207542838771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01624556900561001833'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094631.post-115123874646780662</id><published>2006-06-25T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T05:32:26.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6046/2970/1600/roadfrost_full.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6046/2970/400/roadfrost_full.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:+1;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;[The Road Not Taken]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;            TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;br /&gt;          And sorry I could not travel both&lt;br /&gt;          And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;br /&gt;          And looked down one as far as I could&lt;br /&gt;          To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;br /&gt;          And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;br /&gt;          Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;br /&gt;          Though as for that the passing there&lt;br /&gt;          Had worn them really about the same,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            And both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt;          In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;br /&gt;          Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;br /&gt;          Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;br /&gt;          I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;          Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;br /&gt;          Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--&lt;br /&gt;          I took the one less traveled by,&lt;br /&gt;          And that has made all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt; --Robert Frost, 1920&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/center&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094631-115123874646780662?l=harshv311.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/feeds/115123874646780662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094631&amp;postID=115123874646780662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/115123874646780662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/115123874646780662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/2006/06/road-not-taken-two-roads-diverged-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Harsh Vardhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03063992207542838771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01624556900561001833'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094631.post-115123821667050946</id><published>2006-06-25T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T05:23:36.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:+1;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[IF]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;   If you can keep your head when all about you&lt;br /&gt; Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,&lt;br /&gt; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you&lt;br /&gt; But make allowance for their doubting too,&lt;br /&gt; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,&lt;br /&gt; Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,&lt;br /&gt;  Or being hated, don't give way to hating,&lt;br /&gt; And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:&lt;p&gt;  If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,&lt;br /&gt; If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;&lt;br /&gt; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster&lt;br /&gt;  And treat those two impostors just the same;&lt;br /&gt; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken&lt;br /&gt; Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;br /&gt; Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,&lt;br /&gt;  And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  If you can make one heap of all your winnings&lt;br /&gt; And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;br /&gt; And lose, and start again at your beginnings&lt;br /&gt;  And never breath a word about your loss;&lt;br /&gt; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt; To serve your turn long after they are gone,&lt;br /&gt; And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;  Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;br /&gt; Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,&lt;br /&gt; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;&lt;br /&gt; If all men count with you, but none too much,&lt;br /&gt; If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;br /&gt; With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,&lt;br /&gt; Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,&lt;br /&gt; And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt; --Rudyard Kipling&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/center&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094631-115123821667050946?l=harshv311.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/feeds/115123821667050946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094631&amp;postID=115123821667050946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/115123821667050946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/115123821667050946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-if-you-can-keep-your-head-when-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Harsh Vardhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03063992207542838771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01624556900561001833'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094631.post-115087697315300242</id><published>2006-06-21T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T01:02:53.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"If Tomorrow Never Comes"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:85%;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;span class="greentitle" bnlzt="0" mzhcc="0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:85%;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;span class="greentitle" bnlzt="0" mzhcc="0"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes late at night,&lt;br /&gt;I lie awake and I watch her sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;She's lost in peaceful dreams,&lt;br /&gt;So I turn out the light.&lt;br /&gt;I lay there in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;And the thought crosses my mind,&lt;br /&gt;If I never wake in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;Would she ever doubt,&lt;br /&gt;the way I feel about her in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes,&lt;br /&gt;Will she know how much I loved her?&lt;br /&gt;Did I try in every way?&lt;br /&gt;To show her everyday...&lt;br /&gt;She's my only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if my time on earth were through,&lt;br /&gt;She must face this world without me.&lt;br /&gt;Is the Love I gave her in the past...&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be enough to last?&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I've lost loved ones in my life,&lt;br /&gt;Who never knew how much I loved them.&lt;br /&gt;Now I live with no regret,&lt;br /&gt;The natural feelings for them&lt;br /&gt;Never will reveal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made a promise to myself&lt;br /&gt;Say each day how much she means to me&lt;br /&gt;And avoid that circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Where there's no second chance&lt;br /&gt;Tell her how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;br /&gt;Will she know how much I loved her&lt;br /&gt;Did I try in every way&lt;br /&gt;To show her everyday&lt;br /&gt;She's my only one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my time on earth were through&lt;br /&gt;She must face this world without me&lt;br /&gt;Is the Love I gave her in the past&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be enough to last?&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell that someone that you Love,&lt;br /&gt;Just what you're thinkin of...&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:85%;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:85%;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:85%;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:85%;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094631-115087697315300242?l=harshv311.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/feeds/115087697315300242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094631&amp;postID=115087697315300242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/115087697315300242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/115087697315300242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-tomorrow-never-comes_21.html' title='&quot;If Tomorrow Never Comes&quot;'/><author><name>Harsh Vardhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03063992207542838771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01624556900561001833'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094631.post-115056398550642897</id><published>2006-06-17T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T10:06:25.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Marketing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;You see a gorgeous girl at a party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;You go up to her and say, "I am very rich. Marry me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;That's Direct Marketing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;One of your friends goes up to her and pointing at you says, "He's very rich. Marry him." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;That's Advertising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;You see a gorgeous girl at a party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;You go up to her and get her telephone number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The next day you call and say, "Hi, I'm very rich. Marry me."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;That's Telemarketing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;You're at a party and see a gorgeous girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;You get up and straighten your tie; you walk up to her and pour her a drink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;You open the door for her, pick up her bag after she drops it, offer her a ride, and then say, "By the way, I'm very rich "Will you marry me?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;That's Public Relations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;You're at a party and see a gorgeous girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;She walks up to you and says, "You are very rich, I want to marry you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;That's Brand Recognition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;You see a gorgeous girl at a party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;You go up to her and say, "I'm rich. Marry me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;She gives you a nice hard slap on your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;That's Customer Feedback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094631-115056398550642897?l=harshv311.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/feeds/115056398550642897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094631&amp;postID=115056398550642897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/115056398550642897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/115056398550642897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-is-marketing.html' title='What is Marketing?'/><author><name>Harsh Vardhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03063992207542838771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01624556900561001833'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094631.post-115056270199392482</id><published>2006-06-17T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T09:45:02.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I shall keep you for my own.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6046/2970/1600/miss5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6046/2970/400/miss5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7f007f;"&gt;There are glorious days in store my love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7f007f;"&gt;And riches we can’t see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7f007f;"&gt;And with the help of God above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7f007f;"&gt;We’ll share eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7f007f;"&gt;My love for you grows deep and strong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7f007f;"&gt;With every passing day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7f007f;"&gt;With feelings like this we can’t go wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7f007f;"&gt;Our love is here to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7f007f;"&gt;Perhaps our union was destiny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7f007f;"&gt;I’m glad our paths crossed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7f007f;"&gt;I never would have dreamed that we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7f007f;"&gt;Could be blessed with time we’ve lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7f007f;"&gt;But as we know our lives have changed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7f007f;"&gt;We’ve lived and learned and grown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7f007f;"&gt;And as if it had been arranged,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7f007f;"&gt;I shall keep you for my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;color:#7f007f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094631-115056270199392482?l=harshv311.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/feeds/115056270199392482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094631&amp;postID=115056270199392482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/115056270199392482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/115056270199392482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-shall-keep-you-for-my-own.html' title='I shall keep you for my own.'/><author><name>Harsh Vardhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03063992207542838771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01624556900561001833'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094631.post-115056149007608012</id><published>2006-06-17T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T09:24:50.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Teacher :What happened in 1869?&lt;br /&gt;Student:Gandhi ji was born.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher :What happened in 1873?&lt;br /&gt;Student:Gandhiji was four years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o&gt;&lt;/o&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;hr align="left" size="2" width="100%"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Question:What is the fullform of maths.&lt;br /&gt;Anwser:Mentaly affected teachers harrasing students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o&gt;&lt;/o&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;hr align="left" size="2" width="100%"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Now children , if I saw a man beating a donkey and stopped him then what virtue would I be showing ?&lt;br /&gt;Student : BROTHERLY LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o&gt;&lt;/o&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;hr align="left" size="2" width="100%"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher :Because of Gandhiji's hard work what do we get on 15th August.&lt;br /&gt;Student:A holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o&gt;&lt;/o&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;hr align="left" size="2" width="100%"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Which is the pan in which we cannot fry something?......&lt;br /&gt;japan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o&gt;&lt;/o&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;hr align="left" size="2" width="100%"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Teacher :Tomorrow there will be a lecture on &lt;span class="751434410-14072005"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.Everyone must attend it.&lt;br /&gt;Raju:No ma'm! I will not be able to attend it.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher :Why?&lt;br /&gt;Raju:My mother will not allow me to go so far!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o&gt;&lt;/o&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;hr align="left" size="2" width="100%"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Teacher:"Can anyone give me an example of Coincidence?"&lt;br /&gt;Johnny:"Sir, my mother and father got married on the same day same time."&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: How old is &lt;st1&gt;&lt;st1&gt;ur&lt;/st1&gt;&lt;/st1&gt; father.&lt;br /&gt;Sunny:As old as I am.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher:How is it possible?&lt;br /&gt;Sunny:He became father only after I was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o&gt;&lt;/o&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;hr align="left" size="2" width="100%"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Teacher:There is a frog,Ship is sinking,potatoes cost Rs 3/kg .Then,what is my age?&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT:32 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher:How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT:Well,my sister is 16 yrs old and she is half mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o&gt;&lt;/o&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;hr align="left" size="2" width="100%"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student:(to teacher)Ma'am my pen has run out of ink.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher:Go run after it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher:Ramu,get up.How can you sleep in my class?&lt;br /&gt;Ramu:I can teacher,if you keep your voice down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o&gt;&lt;/o&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;hr align="left" size="2" width="100%"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Teacher: Where does God live?&lt;br /&gt;Little boy: I think he lives in our bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Why do you say that?&lt;br /&gt;Little boy: Well, every morning my daddy bangs on the door and says, 'God, are you still in there?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o&gt;&lt;/o&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;hr align="left" size="2" width="100%"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher:"What is your name?".&lt;br /&gt;Student:"Mera naam Suraj Prakash hai."&lt;br /&gt;Teacher:"When I ask aquestion in english,answer it in english."&lt;br /&gt;Student:"My name is Sunlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094631-115056149007608012?l=harshv311.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/feeds/115056149007608012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094631&amp;postID=115056149007608012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/115056149007608012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/115056149007608012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/2006/06/jokes.html' title='Jokes !!'/><author><name>Harsh Vardhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03063992207542838771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01624556900561001833'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094631.post-115031017753971812</id><published>2006-06-14T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T11:36:17.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boldo gar tumhe pyar hone lage.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6046/2970/1600/showletter9pi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6046/2970/320/showletter9pi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so-called " best friend ". I stared at her long, silky hair. I wished she were mine, but she didn't notice me like that. And I knew it. After class she walked up to me and  asked  me  for the  notes  she  had missed the day before, and I handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her. I wanted her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial black;font-size:100%;"&gt;11th Grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The phone rang. It was her on the other end. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, a Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks," and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial black;font-size:100%;"&gt;12th Grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick," she said. He's not going to go. Well, I didn't have a date and in 7th grade we made a promise that if neither of us had dates we would go together just as "best friends," so we did. Prom night after everything was over I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her. She smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she doesn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said, "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial black;font-size:100%;"&gt;Graduation Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A day passed. A week passed. A month passed. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and she cried as I hugged her. Then, she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "You're my best friend, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:arial black;font-size:100%;color:#c00000;"   &gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Few Years Later&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now, I sit in the pews of the church. She is getting married, now. I watched her say, "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said, "You came!" She said, "thanks!" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why... Funeral yrs passed, and I looked down at the coffin of the girl who used to be my best friend." At the service they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he were mine. But he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him. I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends. I love him, but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he wouldtell me he loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;i wish I did too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;i thought to myself, and I cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094631-115031017753971812?l=harshv311.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/feeds/115031017753971812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094631&amp;postID=115031017753971812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/115031017753971812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/115031017753971812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/2006/06/boldo-gar-tumhe-pyar-hone-lage.html' title='Boldo gar tumhe pyar hone lage.....'/><author><name>Harsh Vardhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03063992207542838771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01624556900561001833'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094631.post-114887982420690275</id><published>2006-05-28T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T22:17:04.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realise ur identity !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bengali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One Bengali = poet.&lt;br /&gt;Two Bengalis = a film society.&lt;br /&gt;Three Bengalis = political party.&lt;br /&gt;Four Bengalis = two political parties.&lt;br /&gt;More than four Bengali's = Countrywide agitation to bring Ganguli into&lt;br /&gt;Team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bihari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Bihari = Laloo Prasad Yadav.&lt;br /&gt;Two Biharis = booth-capturing squad.&lt;br /&gt;Three Biharis = caste killing.&lt;br /&gt;Four Biharis = entire literate population of Patna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punjabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Punjabi =100 kg hulk named Pinky.&lt;br /&gt;Two Punjabis = Pinky with his bigger brother Twinky.&lt;br /&gt;Three Punjabis = assault on the McAloo Tikkis at the local McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;Four Punjabis = combined IQ equal to one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Mallu = coconut stall.&lt;br /&gt;Two Mallus = a boat race.&lt;br /&gt;Three Mallus = Gulf job racket.&lt;br /&gt;Four Mallus = oil slick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP Bhaiyya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One UP bhaiyya = a milkman.&lt;br /&gt;Two UP bhaiyyas = halwai shop.&lt;br /&gt;Three UP bhaiyyas = a fist-fight in the UP assembly.&lt;br /&gt;Four UP bhaiyyas = mosque-destruction squad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gujju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Gujju = share-broker in a Bombay train.&lt;br /&gt;Two Gujjus = rummy game in a Bombay train.&lt;br /&gt;Three Gujjus = Bombay's noisiest restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Four Gujjus = stock market scam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andhraite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Andhraite = chili farmer.&lt;br /&gt;Two Andhraites = software company in New Jersey.&lt;br /&gt;Three Andhraites = Naxalite outfit.&lt;br /&gt;Four Andhraites = song-and-dance number in a Telugu movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kashmiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Kashmiri = carpet salesman.&lt;br /&gt;Two Kashmiris = carpet factory.&lt;br /&gt;Three Kashmiris = terrorist outfit.&lt;br /&gt;Four Kashmiris = shoot-at-sight order. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamil-Brahmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Tam-Brahm = priest at the Vardarajaperumal temple.&lt;br /&gt;Two Tam-Brahms = maths tuition class.&lt;br /&gt;Three Tam-Brahms = queue outside the U.S consulate at 4 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Four Tam-Brahms = Thyagaraja music festival in Santa Clara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bombayite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Bombayite = footpath vada-pav stall.&lt;br /&gt;Two Bombayites = film studio.&lt;br /&gt;Three Bombayites = slum.&lt;br /&gt;Four Bombayites = the number of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing on your foot in the train at rush hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sindhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Sindhi = currency racket.&lt;br /&gt;Two Sindhis = papad factory.&lt;br /&gt;Three  Sindhis = duplicate goods shop in Ulhasnagar.&lt;br /&gt;Four Sindhis = Hong Kong Retail Traders Association.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marwari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Marwari = the neighbourhood foodstuffs adulterator.&lt;br /&gt;Two Marwaris = 50% of Calcutta.&lt;br /&gt;Three Marwaris = finish off all Gujaratis &amp; Sindhis.&lt;br /&gt;Four Marwaris = threaten the Jews as a community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haryanvi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Haryanavi = tube light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Haryanavi  = agriculture&lt;br /&gt;Three haryannavi= Lathi squad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four haryanavi = actually just one was enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094631-114887982420690275?l=harshv311.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/feeds/114887982420690275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094631&amp;postID=114887982420690275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/114887982420690275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/114887982420690275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/2006/05/realise-ur-identity.html' title='Realise ur identity !!!'/><author><name>Harsh Vardhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03063992207542838771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01624556900561001833'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094631.post-114867393418472097</id><published>2006-05-26T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T13:05:34.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6046/2970/1600/noname1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6046/2970/320/noname1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;Why Women Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:red;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:blue;"   &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:blue;"   &gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;A little boy asked his mother,  "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I made the woman she had to be special. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet gentle enough to give comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6046/2970/1600/noname.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6046/2970/320/noname.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:gray;"  &gt;The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094631-114867393418472097?l=harshv311.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/feeds/114867393418472097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094631&amp;postID=114867393418472097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/114867393418472097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/114867393418472097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-women-cry-little-boy-asked-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Harsh Vardhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03063992207542838771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01624556900561001833'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094631.post-114857001737689489</id><published>2006-05-25T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T08:19:34.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is fair in Love and War !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote  style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" class="postBody"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He met her on a party. She was so outstanding,  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home&lt;font&gt;.. &lt;font&gt; suddenly he asked the waiter: "would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but, still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously: why you have this hobby? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;He replied: "when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the &lt;font&gt;sea ,  just &lt;font&gt;likethe taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;While saying that tears filled his eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;She was deeply touched.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;A man who can tell out his homesickness  &lt;font&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;he must be a man who loves home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;cares about home, has responsibility of home.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;font&gt;Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;They continued to date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;He was such a good person but she almost missed him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;Thanks to his salty coffee!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, &lt;font&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;font&gt;This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt  &lt;font&gt;It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything &lt;font&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste&lt;font&gt;..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;Her tears made the letter totally wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;Someday, someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;It's sweet. She replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Love is not 2 &lt;font&gt;forget&lt;br /&gt;but 2 forgive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;not 2 c but understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;not  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;2 hear but 2 listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;font&gt;2 let go but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOLD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  !!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss and ends with a tear.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; 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float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6046/2970/320/MailRediff.25.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because You Loved Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those times you stood by me&lt;br /&gt;For all the truth that you made me see&lt;br /&gt;For all the joy you brought to my life&lt;br /&gt;For all the wrong that you made right&lt;br /&gt;For every dream you made come true&lt;br /&gt;For all the love I found in you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be forever thankful baby&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who held me up&lt;br /&gt;Never let me fall&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who saw me through through it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my strength when I was weak&lt;br /&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak&lt;br /&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;You saw the best there was in me&lt;br /&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach&lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith 'coz you believed&lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me wings and made me fly&lt;br /&gt;You touched my hand I could touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;I lost my faith, you gave it back to me&lt;br /&gt;You said no star was out of reach&lt;br /&gt;You stood by me and I stood tall&lt;br /&gt;I had your love I had it all&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for each day you gave me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't know that much&lt;br /&gt;But I know this much is true&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed because I was loved by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my strength when I was weak&lt;br /&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak&lt;br /&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;You saw the best there was in me&lt;br /&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach&lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith 'coz you believed&lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were always there for me&lt;br /&gt;The tender wind that carried me&lt;br /&gt;A light in the dark shining your love into my life&lt;br /&gt;You've been my inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Through the lies you were the truth&lt;br /&gt;My world is a better place because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my strength when I was weak&lt;br /&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak&lt;br /&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;You saw the best there was in me&lt;br /&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach&lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith 'coz you believed&lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my strength when I was weak&lt;br /&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak&lt;br /&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;You saw the best there was in me&lt;br /&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach&lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith 'coz you believed&lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28094631-114798025579811081?l=harshv311.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/feeds/114798025579811081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28094631&amp;postID=114798025579811081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/114798025579811081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28094631/posts/default/114798025579811081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harshv311.blogspot.com/2006/05/because-u-loved-me.html' title='Because U loved me!!'/><author><name>Harsh Vardhan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03063992207542838771</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01624556900561001833'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28094631.post-114762915259433287</id><published>2006-05-14T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T10:52:32.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Namaste!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Hi welcome to my blog!! 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