<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991</id><updated>2011-12-27T00:37:05.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Passion With</title><subtitle type='html'>Passion is about creating happiness in every moment</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-7227345175632395661</id><published>2011-10-23T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T02:10:08.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Give Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hLm28MkkBy8/TqSMk-CgyaI/AAAAAAAAVe8/uvmKrA48gDE/s1600/Never%2BGive%2BUp.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hLm28MkkBy8/TqSMk-CgyaI/AAAAAAAAVe8/uvmKrA48gDE/s400/Never%2BGive%2BUp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666808797895641506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The minute you think of giving up, think of the reason why you held on so long ~ Anonymous&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-7227345175632395661?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7227345175632395661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=7227345175632395661&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/7227345175632395661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/7227345175632395661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2011/10/never-give-up.html' title='Never Give Up!'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hLm28MkkBy8/TqSMk-CgyaI/AAAAAAAAVe8/uvmKrA48gDE/s72-c/Never%2BGive%2BUp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-4175004456393836323</id><published>2011-10-01T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T17:06:05.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink feet. Happy feet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yfnWBUAnYhI/Tod65n7kigI/AAAAAAAAVes/fzhq7nJksYo/s1600/3day%2B2011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yfnWBUAnYhI/Tod65n7kigI/AAAAAAAAVes/fzhq7nJksYo/s400/3day%2B2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658626587204291074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;i&gt;~ Saloni (Seattle, WA)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;font color="pink"&gt;The 3-DAY FOR THE CURE (Seattle, September 16-18) was one of the most exhilarating, humbling and rewarding experiences of my life. Each person I met and shared with along the way made the journey even more enjoyable, couldn't have done it without them. The energy, the tutus, the ta-tas, the boobies, the bras, the hats, the pins, the scarves, the tees, the banners, the pom-poms, the clappies, the cheering, the police, the bikes, the support, the flags, the friends, the emotions, the families, the love, the veterans, the strength, the survivors, the courage, the stalkers, the fun, the route-views, the pictures, the walkers, the injuries, the sweep-vans, the crew, the food,  the pit-stops, the porta-potties, the campsite, the showers, the tents, the dancing, the stories, the mail,  the ceremonies, the holding, the laughs, the tears, the pride, the people, the cause, the pink... OMG, I can go on and on and on, but I'll stop right here.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-4175004456393836323?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4175004456393836323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=4175004456393836323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/4175004456393836323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/4175004456393836323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-feel-pinktastic.html' title='Pink feet. Happy feet.'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yfnWBUAnYhI/Tod65n7kigI/AAAAAAAAVes/fzhq7nJksYo/s72-c/3day%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-7769007592274111419</id><published>2011-08-15T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T18:13:15.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we really free?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LD8whKkTbRY/TkjkMNybmmI/AAAAAAAAVeM/e5FHik-zA_Y/s1600/IndianPaint1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 89px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LD8whKkTbRY/TkjkMNybmmI/AAAAAAAAVeM/e5FHik-zA_Y/s400/IndianPaint1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641009431792294498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In Yoda's words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Fear is the path to the dark side.&lt;br /&gt;Fear leads to anger.&lt;br /&gt;Anger leads to hate.&lt;br /&gt;Hate leads to suffering.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrorism is a living example of it. Needs to be eradicated by killing the root cause of it! It's only then we'll be truly free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a month since the Mumbai blasts, and no real action has been taken yet. The efforts of the government and dedicated search team are way below expected. It all seems like a facade. The hype in the media lasted for a week tops, and the fervor against the terrorist activity soon fizzled out. The entire city got back to routine the next day, as if nothing had ever happened. It's amazing how everyone seems to forget such tragic events almost instantaneously, when it should be killing them. But then this is India we're talking about. Feel sad to bad mouth about my motherland, but no one seems to be going after the wrongdoers. They need to be punished, I'm talking about harsh punishment that would leave an impression on people's minds, such that noone else would dare to make the same mistake again. We are missing those great men, the leaders that showed us the path of justice, to independence. Today, our system is so corrupt, putting an end to this nonsense seems next to impossible. And we live in a democratic country, for crying out loud! It's time for common man to step up and bring a revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is abolishing this uncanny behavior, and other is to spread the message of harmony. A mutual feeling of trust needs to be built. Nothing can be achieved by warfare, by terrorism! What pleasure do they get by killing the innocent? A radical change needs to be brought in society. Brotherhood and love needs to be instilled in people of our own country, and neighboring ones too. We are after all humans on either sides of the border - a man who was given birth by his mother, a man who has a wife waiting for him at home, a man who is eager to play with his child at the end of the day. We forget we were once part of the same nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, on independence day, I would like to quote Abraham Lincoln: &lt;i&gt;"We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battle-field, and patriot grave, to every living heart and hearth-stone, all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May there be peace! May we find true independence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="Orange"&gt;Jai&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="Green"&gt;Hind&lt;/font&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-7769007592274111419?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7769007592274111419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=7769007592274111419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/7769007592274111419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/7769007592274111419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2011/08/are-we-really-free.html' title='Are we really free?'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LD8whKkTbRY/TkjkMNybmmI/AAAAAAAAVeM/e5FHik-zA_Y/s72-c/IndianPaint1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-5791640195026286861</id><published>2011-07-24T10:58:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T11:08:27.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="400" height="324" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/D3UvuleS7iw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-5791640195026286861?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5791640195026286861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=5791640195026286861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/5791640195026286861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/5791640195026286861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2011/07/zindagi-na-milegi-dobara.html' title='Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/D3UvuleS7iw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-6376981212927582801</id><published>2011-07-14T10:57:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T00:37:05.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;font color="gray"&gt;Certain events and hence people get etched in your memory. Out of which one-thirds are an inseparable part of your life, one-thirds you've known personally, while the rest are those whom you've never met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to talk about one such person whom I had seen from a distance once, had seen in photographs and accidentally had a two minute phone conversation with. Few weeks passed and he left us all to live amongst the stars. After that, all I heard was stories about him and his good deeds, from his near and dear ones. That's the effect great men are suppose to have on us. They remain amidst us forever in their own special way and they're always watching out for us. I felt this strange connection with him, even though I barely knew him. Even felt unfortunate that I never got a chance to meet him. I had a lot of faith in him. Some things you don't have an explanation for, for me this was one of them. By now I know you're starting to think I'm insane, but it's about belief - take it or leave it, just like one's belief in the existence of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I've lost touch with that family, and don't get to hear about him anymore. But somewhere along the line he left an impression on my mind, on my heart. And on this special day, I want to pay respect to him in my own little way; even if it means merely remembering whatever little I know about him. I also earnestly pray to God to give his family all the strength they need! I wish them well.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-6376981212927582801?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6376981212927582801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=6376981212927582801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/6376981212927582801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/6376981212927582801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2011/07/tribute.html' title='Tribute'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-2057479021454984955</id><published>2011-07-06T15:20:00.019-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T11:33:21.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is short</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color="#1589FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt from the movie Guzarish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life bahut choti hai doston, par dil se jiyo toh bahut hai. Break the rules, forgive quickly, kiss slowly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably, and never regret anything that made you smile. Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Mark Twain ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-2057479021454984955?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2057479021454984955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=2057479021454984955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/2057479021454984955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/2057479021454984955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-is-too-short.html' title='Life is short'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-7932619903080295135</id><published>2011-06-16T21:38:00.024-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T15:41:14.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspirations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jI1VXPXXstM/TfrancmXXfI/AAAAAAAAVLo/Noj3EGj644I/s1600/IMG_6355_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jI1VXPXXstM/TfrancmXXfI/AAAAAAAAVLo/Noj3EGj644I/s400/IMG_6355_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619043856324976114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;                                          &amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&lt;font size="1"&gt;~ Saloni (Arches NP, UT)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;font color="CD6839"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first step is all that it takes to reach success.&lt;br /&gt;It shows your faith in your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;It shows you believe in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;It shows you have courage to move ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-7932619903080295135?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7932619903080295135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=7932619903080295135&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/7932619903080295135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/7932619903080295135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2011/06/aspirations.html' title='Aspirations!'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jI1VXPXXstM/TfrancmXXfI/AAAAAAAAVLo/Noj3EGj644I/s72-c/IMG_6355_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-1904754221390892647</id><published>2011-05-31T23:45:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T11:55:33.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the way you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;font color="Pastel Green"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see your face&lt;br /&gt;There's not a thing that I would change&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you smile,&lt;br /&gt;The whole world stops and stares for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're amazing&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Bruno Mars ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-1904754221390892647?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/1904754221390892647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=1904754221390892647&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/1904754221390892647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/1904754221390892647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-way-you-are.html' title='Just the way you are'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-7342335823446374028</id><published>2011-05-21T19:11:00.024-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T21:24:10.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pursuit of Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;Happiness lives for those&lt;br /&gt;who've hurt and tried&lt;br /&gt;For those really know&lt;br /&gt;who were by their side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiest don't have&lt;br /&gt;the best of it all&lt;br /&gt;They just know how&lt;br /&gt;to make most before fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you pursue happiness&lt;br /&gt;it will elude&lt;br /&gt;Do the best you can,&lt;br /&gt;happiness will find you &lt;br /&gt;for a sweet prelude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happiness is the absence of the striving for happiness ~Chuang Tzu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-7342335823446374028?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7342335823446374028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=7342335823446374028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/7342335823446374028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/7342335823446374028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2011/05/pursuit-of-happiness.html' title='Pursuit of Happiness'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-8896886675409651237</id><published>2011-03-13T01:11:00.022-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T15:46:23.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing or a Curse?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;With the plethora of opportunities and options available to us, its confusing... is it a blessing or a curse? I wonder sometimes, life would be much simpler if the path was well defined. On the flip side, life would be boring with the monotony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to high school days, when all classes were mandatory to attend and we had to see the same class teacher everyday. That's when my friends and I were making secretive plans to bunk classes. But when we got to college, we had the freedom to go to class when we wanted. We registered for courses we wanted to study. While skipping classes wasn't fun anymore, it was exciting to attend lectures we liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all hunky-dory when we make the right choices, but wrong choices can take a toll on you. After all, you realize it's you who has made the right/ wrong decision and happiness/ disappointments are bound to follow. Quoting a beautiful example from Barry Schwartz's talk named 'Paradox of Choice' (and rightly so) - "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In old days, it was so much easier to go buy a pair of jeans. The jeans you bought came in only one flavor, they would fit like crap, but after washing them a few times they'd start to fit okay. Recently I went to buy a new pair of jeans to replace my old ones and the shopkeeper asked - do you want a relaxed fit or a slim fit? zipper fly or buttons? stone wash or acid wash? straight or boot-cut? and he went on and on and on. My jaw dropped and I told him that I want the pair of jeans which are the only kind! I tried all the damn jeans for an hour and finally got the best fitting jeans I had ever had. With all these choices available I did better but I felt worse. I felt worse because, with all these choices my expectations about a pair of jeans went up. With the hundred styles available, what I got was good but it wasn't perfect.&lt;/span&gt;" It can be disappointing with that many options available out there. There's always a probability that you could've found something better. It can be frustrating when our very expectations are not met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be if we weren't posed with that many alternatives, we would've been happier with whatever little we have, how much ever bad it is. But then would there be new findings? Discoveries? Inventions? Humans are designed to be unsatisfied, we always want more than what we have. Whether you agree or not, humans are demanding. And that has in the hindsight worked like a charm. That craving for more is what has lead to universal development and progress. It serves as the driving force, which keeps us going to take on new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's generation is the biggest victim of this dilemma. There is a wide spectrum of opportunites at our disposal, and we want to try our hand at each one before we rule out options. We want to make sure we find the right "fit" and find something we like and want to wear or do. Conscious choices and being cognizant of your surroundings seems like the way to go in today's world. But it may take you a while to zero down on the perfect one, or maybe you may never find the one. The trick is to be happy, but never satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days you see more and more people build their own startups rather than working for multi-nationals. Genesis of new ideas. More people want to foster their own brain child vs. help the big banners make more money. One degree isn't enough. Students get PhDs, get involved in extra curricular activities, hone their communication skills, get certificates in sports, even train themselves to do what they can't, in order to ensure a safe spot in this rat race. Considering the circumstances in this fast-paced world, competition is inevitable. But this should by no means curb your zeal. The worthy will shine, no matter what. To establish and maintain your identity, you have to have an edge over the others (and there's nothing wrong in that). While nurturing your own baby brings personal satisfaction and a feeling of accomplishment, it also adds a lot of stress and instability. Not that this should stop us from taking on new challenges, but how much of a stretch is optimal? Like everything else in life, this also comes at a price. There are cases of depression in children at the young age of 8 or 10, which was unheard of a decade or two ago. Is it all worth it in the end? Perhaps the key lies in striking the right balance. Easier said than done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this just adds up, and brings me to my original point. Would you still consider this benign?&lt;br /&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/15343991-8896886675409651237?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8896886675409651237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=8896886675409651237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/8896886675409651237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/8896886675409651237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2011/03/blessing-or-curse.html' title='Blessing or a Curse?'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-340001715069798675</id><published>2011-02-19T20:36:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T22:32:45.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason, season or a lifetime???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Stumbled upon this old but beautiful article...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone is in your life for a &lt;strong&gt;REASON&lt;/strong&gt;, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people come into your life for a &lt;strong&gt;SEASON&lt;/strong&gt;, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFETIME&lt;/strong&gt; relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a part of my life, whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-340001715069798675?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/340001715069798675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=340001715069798675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/340001715069798675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/340001715069798675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2011/02/reason-season-or-lifetime.html' title='Reason, season or a lifetime???'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-3946131968451416831</id><published>2011-01-13T17:30:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:40:15.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every penny counts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzl44E32Hb8/TTUneUTHnMI/AAAAAAAAUxE/2I8wNIpLfi8/s1600/key_visual6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 57px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563396316484574402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzl44E32Hb8/TTUneUTHnMI/AAAAAAAAUxE/2I8wNIpLfi8/s400/key_visual6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One fine day a bunch of us friends at SUNY, University at Buffalo decided to shell out $2 a month each for charity, and that's where this all started, I kid you not! Who knew this sweet thought would take us &lt;a href="http://iwant2donate.com/past_contributions.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read more about this, visit us at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/iwant2donate.com"&gt;iwant2donate.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help us make a difference in other people's lives!!! Let's spread the smiles :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-3946131968451416831?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3946131968451416831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=3946131968451416831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/3946131968451416831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/3946131968451416831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2011/01/every-penny-counts.html' title='Every penny counts!'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzl44E32Hb8/TTUneUTHnMI/AAAAAAAAUxE/2I8wNIpLfi8/s72-c/key_visual6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-4095182600567850475</id><published>2010-10-16T01:26:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T01:51:57.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwritten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined&lt;br /&gt;I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;br /&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;br /&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;br /&gt;Release your inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Natasha Bedingfield ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-4095182600567850475?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4095182600567850475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=4095182600567850475&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/4095182600567850475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/4095182600567850475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2010/10/unwritten.html' title='Unwritten'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-2761410670409253274</id><published>2010-09-25T20:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T23:22:10.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Sure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Not sure which one is worse: Having the heart to or the cheek to cause hurt to a loved one?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-2761410670409253274?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2761410670409253274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=2761410670409253274&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;painting this pretty picture for a while. It's colorful! I'm using water colors, makes it look real! Red, blue, green, yellow, a dash of silver. Haven't missed fuschia and my favorite turquoise as well. It's got happiness, joy, disappointment and excitement, freshness and desire! It's a perfect medley. It's got golden too, to add the glamour! ;) Maybe I'm being modest here, but it's turned out gorgeous so far, if I may say so myself. I've improvised a little. A few finishing touches here and there, before I show it off...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in the month of July, I've started adding black. Don't shake my hand, you're doing no good. My hands are trembling these days, it's making the picture dirty and messy. I can't fix this. Doesn't look captivating anymore. Splash!!! The water spills on the painting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-3291388449664613867?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3291388449664613867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=3291388449664613867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/3291388449664613867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/3291388449664613867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2010/06/ive-been-painting-this-pretty-picture.html' title='I&apos;ve been...'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-3782834715939824456</id><published>2010-03-06T21:56:00.009-08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T22:40:54.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day At A Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzl44E32Hb8/S5NAcB7kGdI/AAAAAAAARuU/cYFCrYvd8Bw/s1600-h/pravs-j-live-one-day-at-a-time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445767224719841746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzl44E32Hb8/S5NAcB7kGdI/AAAAAAAARuU/cYFCrYvd8Bw/s400/pravs-j-live-one-day-at-a-time.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our lives are made up of a million moments,&lt;br /&gt;spent in a million different ways.&lt;br /&gt;Some are spent searching for love, peace and harmony.&lt;br /&gt;Others are spent surviving day to day.&lt;br /&gt;But there is no greater moment that when we find that life,&lt;br /&gt;with all its joys and sorrows, is meant to be lived one day at a time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzl44E32Hb8/TLlEvnAcokI/AAAAAAAASCE/UDDtAMUt0yM/s1600/take-each-day-as-it-comes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528525602289394242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzl44E32Hb8/TLlEvnAcokI/AAAAAAAASCE/UDDtAMUt0yM/s400/take-each-day-as-it-comes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People lose their health to make money;&lt;br /&gt;then lose their money to restore their health.&lt;br /&gt;By thinking anxiously about the future,&lt;br /&gt;they forget their present such that&lt;br /&gt;they live neither for the present nor the future.&lt;br /&gt;They live as if they will never die,&lt;br /&gt;and they die as if they have never lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take each day as it comes, &lt;br /&gt;and live each day to the fullest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-3782834715939824456?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tzl44E32Hb8/S5NAcB7kGdI/AAAAAAAARuU/cYFCrYvd8Bw/s72-c/pravs-j-live-one-day-at-a-time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-442178291507102642</id><published>2009-08-28T10:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T01:50:14.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbly! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What am I gonna say&lt;br /&gt;When you make me feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;I just, mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts in my toes&lt;br /&gt;Makes me crinkle my nose&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it goes&lt;br /&gt;I always know&lt;br /&gt;That you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Please stay for a while now&lt;br /&gt;Just take your time&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asleep for a while now&lt;br /&gt;You tucked me in just like a child now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every time you hold me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;I'm comfortable enough to feel your warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts in my soul&lt;br /&gt;And I lose all control&lt;br /&gt;When you kiss my nose&lt;br /&gt;The feelin' shows&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Baby just take your time now&lt;br /&gt;Holdin' me tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever, wherever, where ever you go&lt;br /&gt;Wherever, wherever, where ever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Colbie Caillat ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-442178291507102642?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/442178291507102642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=442178291507102642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/442178291507102642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/442178291507102642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2009/08/bubbly-d.html' title='Bubbly! :D'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-6229092463765705708</id><published>2009-06-28T03:07:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T22:54:02.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1v1G-rZ08bk/TX2tKAS6O3I/AAAAAAAAVCI/hWevTkioWE4/s1600/Snoqualmie-Falls-kayak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 429px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583809500398893938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1v1G-rZ08bk/TX2tKAS6O3I/AAAAAAAAVCI/hWevTkioWE4/s400/Snoqualmie-Falls-kayak.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teamirene.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/Snoqualmie-Falls-kayak4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Unconcious slip&lt;br /&gt;with sugar dip!&lt;br /&gt;Not ephemeral&lt;br /&gt;its just surreal,&lt;br /&gt;all so magical... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can hear the birds sing, the flowers are blooming. Its all so green, the beautiful butterflies. Raindrops trickle, the rainbow flaunts, I breathe the fresh air. Your hand in mine, ah those kisses! The swankiness, the hypnotizing gaze. Our reflection on the glass window, our togetherness. This feeling of love, O' so pure, this must be a dream :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-6229092463765705708?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/6229092463765705708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=6229092463765705708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/6229092463765705708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/6229092463765705708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2009/06/magical.html' title='Magical!'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1v1G-rZ08bk/TX2tKAS6O3I/AAAAAAAAVCI/hWevTkioWE4/s72-c/Snoqualmie-Falls-kayak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-779665342448229801</id><published>2009-03-04T22:16:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:03:10.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeh Chaand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;यह चाँद है श्वेत, रोशन&lt;br /&gt;चांदनी सदा लगे सुहानी&lt;br /&gt;अमावस की रात ना टले;&lt;br /&gt;पूरनमासी है ज़रूर आनी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-591506217944357154?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/591506217944357154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=591506217944357154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/591506217944357154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/591506217944357154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2009/01/are-you-going-to-finish-strong.html' title='Are You Going to Finish Strong?'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-8735890007721362131</id><published>2008-06-09T01:13:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T01:31:48.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J. K. Rowling: The Fringe Benefits of Failure, and the Importance of Imagination</title><content type='html'>Witty and influential... cant help but brood over the line of thought, vocabulary and the accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can listen or read about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J_K_Rowling"&gt;J K Rowling&lt;/a&gt;'s excellent commencement speech at Harvard, or as I choose to call them words of wisdom &lt;a href="http://harvardmagazine.com/go/jkrowling.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Some quotes: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reflecting on her speech has helped me enormously in writing this one, because it turns out that I can’t remember a single word she said. This liberating discovery enables me to proceed without any fear that I might inadvertently influence you to abandon promising careers in business, law or politics for the giddy delights of becoming a gay wizard. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On this wonderful day when we are gathered together to celebrate your academic success, I have decided to talk to you about the benefits of failure. And as you stand on the threshold of what is sometimes called 'real life', I want to extol the crucial importance of imagination.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would like to make it clear, in parenthesis, that I do not blame my parents for their point of view. There is an expiry date on blaming your parents for steering you in the wrong direction; the moment you are old enough to take the wheel, responsibility lies with you. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Given a time machine or a Time Turner, I would tell my 21-year-old self that personal happiness lies in knowing that life is not a check-list of acquisition or achievement. Your qualifications, your CV, are not your life, though you will meet many people of my age and older who confuse the two. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Failure gave me an inner security that I had never attained by passing examinations. Failure taught me things about myself that I could have learned no other way. I discovered that I had a strong will, and more discipline than I had suspected; I also found out that I had friends whose value was truly above rubies. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The friends with whom I sat on graduation day have been my friends for life. They are my children's godparents, the people to whom I've been able to turn in times of trouble, friends who have been kind enough not to sue me when I've used their names for Death Eaters.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so beautifully she ends it by saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters. I wish you all very good lives.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-8735890007721362131?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/8735890007721362131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=8735890007721362131&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/8735890007721362131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/8735890007721362131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2008/06/j-k-rowling-fringe-benefits-of-failure.html' title='J. K. Rowling: The Fringe Benefits of Failure, and the Importance of Imagination'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-4208512029171130317</id><published>2008-03-16T03:09:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T04:15:09.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That we left behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;With the new we forget the old. The intertwined we are within the novelties, they just mesmerize us, consume us. The value, the worth of the ancient has tarnished. They say 'Time is the best healer', albeit sometimes the important fades with time too. We more-or-less retrospect in woe, dismay and panic. Busy enjoying the niceties of the present we are so cut-off from the world, it's only when the road seems rough we look back. That's when we resort to our past, approach our old friends, inculcate some old hobbies, visit historical places, try to get hold of everything we left behind at some point. It's not advisable to whine over the past, but it sure is not worthwhile to side-track the vital. We can't move forward without letting go our past failures. However, we need to remember and keep learning from our past blunders. It's that striking balance we still need to master. We must imbibe the past into the present, to lead a better tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;With the new we forget the old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;So little did we know that, old is gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-4208512029171130317?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4208512029171130317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=4208512029171130317&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/4208512029171130317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/4208512029171130317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2008/03/that-we-left-behind.html' title='That we left behind'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-522881344668446933</id><published>2008-03-16T02:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T03:00:11.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na Jaane Kyun ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Na Jaane Kyun, Hota Hai Yeh Zindagi Ke Saath&lt;br /&gt;Achaanak Yeh Mann, Kisike Jaane Ke Baad&lt;br /&gt;Kare Phir Uski Yaad Chhoti Chhoti Si Baat&lt;br /&gt;Na Jaane Kyun ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Anjaan Pal, Dhal Gaye Kal, Aaj Woh&lt;br /&gt;Rang Badal Badal, Mann Ko Machal Machal&lt;br /&gt;Rahen Hai Chal, Na Jaane Kyun Woh Anjaan Pal&lt;br /&gt;Saje Bhi Na Mere, Naino Mein&lt;br /&gt;Toote Re Hai Re Sapno Ke Mahal&lt;br /&gt;Na Jaane Kyun ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wohi Hai Dagar, Wohi Hai Safar&lt;br /&gt;Hai Nahin Saath Mere Magar Ab Mera Humsafar&lt;br /&gt;Idhar Udhar Dhoonde Nazar Wohi Hai Dagar&lt;br /&gt;Kahan Gayi Shaamein, Madhbhari&lt;br /&gt;Woh Mere, Mere Woh Din Gaye Kidhar&lt;br /&gt;Na Jaane Kyun ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;~ Lata Mangeshkar (Chhoti Si Baat) ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-5895816893461185472</id><published>2007-11-02T17:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:03:24.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I see the smiles&lt;br /&gt;I see the love&lt;br /&gt;I see the glow&lt;br /&gt;Togetherness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have known you long&lt;br /&gt;Have known you enough&lt;br /&gt;Have known you two&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you luck&lt;br /&gt;Wish you brightness&lt;br /&gt;Wish you peace&lt;br /&gt;Heartfelt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-5895816893461185472?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-7293760572163319149</id><published>2007-09-21T01:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T01:24:35.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randy Pausch and his 'Last Lecture'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt;Randy Pausch - I had to write words of praise about him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="gmail_quote" style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.emailthis.clickability.com/et/emailThis?clickMap=viewThis&amp;amp;etMailToID=669397508" target="_blank"&gt;WSJ.com - A Beloved Professor Delivers The Lecture of a Lifetime&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt;This &lt;/span&gt;1 hr, 45 minutes video&lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt;is captivating, inspiring, overwhelming... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt;Try &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.etc.cmu.edu/global_news/?q=node/42" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://wms.andrew.cmu.edu/001/pausch.wmv" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; link - whichever works for you, you cannot afford to miss his 'Last Lecture'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt;I can go 'Ga Ga' about him, but I'll key in a few words about how I felt; not that anyone is really asking for my opinion. He&lt;/span&gt; beautifully exhibits how one should focus on things that really matter, aspire them and finally achieve them, however crazy they are. He was so crystal clear in his thoughts, he had all his dreams jolted down even as a child and has a proof of how he went along accomplishing each one of them. Is that all it takes to be a 'hero'? He is courageous, humorous, witty, an excellent orator, innovative, clever, motivating, interesting, graceful in such dire circumstances; truly astounding!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A must watch video, perfectly portrays the fact that 'One should live his dreams'. 'Enable others to achieve their dreams' is what is even more impressive. 'It doesnt matter what they say, it matters what they do', how better can you frame that? 'Do good unto others', do lemme know what your reaction was when its around 1:19-1:20 on the clock in the video, with his wife on the stage... it sent a chill down my spine! His 'larger than life' attitude, his exuberant energy, his approach towards various things, his intelligence, his niceness, his way of addressing people, his act of paying respect to the most important people in his life including the student, etc. kept me clung until the last minute. Talking about the end, don't feel shy - your eyes might just get wet towards the end of the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;"Experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-7293760572163319149?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/7293760572163319149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=7293760572163319149&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/7293760572163319149'/><link rel='self' 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name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/Lrm01yKFjmE" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rooth ke humse kahin jab chale jaoge tum&lt;br /&gt;Rooth ke humse kahin jab chale jaoge tum&lt;br /&gt;Ye na socha tha kabhi itne yaad aaoge tum&lt;br /&gt;Rooth ke humse kahin jab chale jaoge tum&lt;br /&gt;Rooth ke humse kahin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main to na chala tha do kadam bhi tum bin&lt;br /&gt;Phir bhi mera bachpan yehi samjha har din&lt;br /&gt;Chhod ke mujhe bhala ab kahan jaoge tum&lt;br /&gt;Chhod ke mujhe bhala ab kahan jaoge tum&lt;br /&gt;Ye na socha tha kabhi itne yaad aaoge tum&lt;br /&gt;Rooth ke humse kahin jab chale jaoge tum&lt;br /&gt;Rooth ke humse kahin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baaton kabhi haathon se bhi maara hai tumhein&lt;br /&gt;Sada yehi kehke hi pukaara hai tumhein&lt;br /&gt;Kya kar loge mera jo bigad jaoge tum&lt;br /&gt;Kya kar loge mera jo bigad jaoge tum&lt;br /&gt;Ye na socha tha kabhi itne yaad aaoge tum&lt;br /&gt;Rooth ke humse kahin jab chale jaoge tum&lt;br /&gt;Rooth ke humse kahin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dekho mere aansoo yehi karte hain pukaar&lt;br /&gt;Aao chale aao mere bhai mere yaar&lt;br /&gt;Pochne aansoo mere kya nahin aaoge tum&lt;br /&gt;Pochne aansoo mere kya nahin aaoge tum&lt;br /&gt;Ye na socha tha kabhi itne yaad aaoge tum&lt;br /&gt;Rooth ke humse kahin jab chale jaoge tum&lt;br /&gt;Rooth ke humse kahin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jatin (Jo Jeeta Wohi Sikandar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-610659050265904463?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/610659050265904463/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-2744879444091931381</id><published>2007-07-24T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T00:32:09.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Thoughts, they pervade&lt;br /&gt;they dismay you&lt;br /&gt;and they persuade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts, they wander&lt;br /&gt;they are constructive&lt;br /&gt;or they just bother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts, they swerve&lt;br /&gt;can make you regret&lt;br /&gt;they also bring the verve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts, they diffuse&lt;br /&gt;engross you in the wrong&lt;br /&gt;yeah, they can amuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts, they deviate&lt;br /&gt;sigh at the bitter, or&lt;br /&gt;remind of your closest mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts, they fade&lt;br /&gt;leaving footprints from the past&lt;br /&gt;and strive to make a better today&lt;br /&gt;while tomorrow seems like a glade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-2744879444091931381?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2744879444091931381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=2744879444091931381&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/2744879444091931381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/2744879444091931381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2007/07/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-9033426630805634077</id><published>2007-06-27T20:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:37:35.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Some people are just there for you when you need them the most. They go out of their way to help you in every possible way. You haven't even known them for long. Guess they just know you are reaching out for them. They really care! And you haven't even bothered to stretch your arms enough, but they are always with you. Truly are some angels sent by the lord. In their presence, the world seems like a better place to live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, you find some people who go out of their way to hurt others. They keep taunting, finding faults or even worse back-stabbing you. They think that making a song out of it or saying something mean in a cheerful way is gonna make you laugh. How mistaken! They just tell you what you're doing wrong and repeat it over and over again. They assume you are stupid, the evils just want to bother you. Such is the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the striking contrast of humans around you, including you... Strange! Its you and only you who makes the choice between the former and the latter (intentionally or unintentionally). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-9033426630805634077?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/9033426630805634077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=9033426630805634077&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/9033426630805634077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/9033426630805634077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2007/06/some-people.html' title='Some people...'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-5430535606626684666</id><published>2007-06-12T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T00:39:12.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountains!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzl44E32Hb8/Rm-YldNOUKI/AAAAAAAAAuo/PHFPs7UqJRM/s1600-h/IMG_0959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzl44E32Hb8/Rm-YldNOUKI/AAAAAAAAAuo/PHFPs7UqJRM/s320/IMG_0959.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075443074332512418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;~ Saloni (Hurricane Ridge, WA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;They stand tall, against all odds&lt;br /&gt;withstand sun's heat, bear the snow&lt;br /&gt;and they still fail to wither away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water gushes down their fragile body&lt;br /&gt;clouds dilate their cover over them&lt;br /&gt;and they still appear greener everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They give you  a top-of-the-world feel&lt;br /&gt;you talk to birds,  you're  next to stars&lt;br /&gt;and gazing at their beauty you lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-5430535606626684666?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5430535606626684666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=5430535606626684666&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/5430535606626684666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/5430535606626684666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2007/06/mountains.html' title='Mountains!'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzl44E32Hb8/Rm-YldNOUKI/AAAAAAAAAuo/PHFPs7UqJRM/s72-c/IMG_0959.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-2242985650900569402</id><published>2007-06-10T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T11:53:11.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best wishes from the best of all :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Comic Sans Ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sweetest  heart  Sal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Comic Sans Ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In all that you've accomplished&lt;br /&gt;You've filled our hearts with pride&lt;br /&gt;Most important of all&lt;br /&gt;It's who you are inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our feelings for you&lt;br /&gt;Comes from deep in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;And we miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we're apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a real blessing&lt;br /&gt;To have a daughter like you&lt;br /&gt;Without you in our lives&lt;br /&gt;We don't know what we'd do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;br /&gt;to our sweetest joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" align="right"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans Ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Loving  Parents.&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/15343991-2242985650900569402?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2242985650900569402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=2242985650900569402&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/2242985650900569402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/2242985650900569402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2007/06/best-wishes-from-best-of-all.html' title='Best wishes from the best of all :-)'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-5682198473512807727</id><published>2007-05-17T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T13:13:36.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buggy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;Today you think about tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;Tomorrow commences, you miss yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;The more you try to immaculate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;You discover new flaws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;You have twigged the issue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;Or the problem targeted you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;Every attempt to strengthen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;The more emasculated you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;There's that ray of hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;Or is it just a mere mirage!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;And just when you thought you lost it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;It comes back to you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-5682198473512807727?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/5682198473512807727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=5682198473512807727&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/5682198473512807727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/5682198473512807727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2007/05/buggy.html' title='Buggy?'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-3828680937772565220</id><published>2007-04-12T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:37:25.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzl44E32Hb8/Rh3gtAGV4oI/AAAAAAAAAHg/cJAk4IspKHs/s1600-h/noname5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzl44E32Hb8/Rh3gtAGV4oI/AAAAAAAAAHg/cJAk4IspKHs/s320/noname5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052441420704899714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I never had no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I could count on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ive been let down so many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I was tired of hurtin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;So tired of searchin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;til you walked into my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;It was a feelin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Id never known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And for the first time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I didnt feel alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Youre more than a lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;There could never be another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;To make me feel the way you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh we just get closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I fall in love all over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Everytime I look at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I dont know where Id be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Without you here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life with you makes perfect sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Youre my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Youre my best friend, oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You stand by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And you believe in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Like nobody ever has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When my world goes crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Youre right there to save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You make me see how much I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And I still tremble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When we touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And oh the look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;When we make love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youre more than a lover&lt;br /&gt;There could never be another&lt;br /&gt;To make me feel the way you do&lt;br /&gt;Oh we just get closer&lt;br /&gt;I fall in love all over&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I look at you&lt;br /&gt;And I dont know where Id be&lt;br /&gt;Without you here with me&lt;br /&gt;Life with you makes perfect sense&lt;br /&gt;Youre my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Youre my best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Youre more than a lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;There could never be another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;To make me feel the way you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh we just get closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I fall in love all over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Everytime I look at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And I dont know where Id be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Without you here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Life with you makes perfect sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Youre my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; (my best friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Youre my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; (my best friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Tim McGraw ~&lt;br /&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/15343991-3828680937772565220?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3828680937772565220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=3828680937772565220&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/3828680937772565220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/3828680937772565220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-best-friend.html' title='My Best Friend'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzl44E32Hb8/Rh3gtAGV4oI/AAAAAAAAAHg/cJAk4IspKHs/s72-c/noname5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-4286454926860293163</id><published>2007-03-28T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T23:35:57.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams do become reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sometimes you get what you want but not what you need. But when you possess that thing you need, you deserve... it feels like you can fly, you don't need wings anymore. That feeling of accomplishment, the glorious achievements are all worth the effort you put in.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars. ~ Brian Littrell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Targeting the moon is remarkable in itself. And nailing it, nothing like it. It &lt;span id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;beckons&lt;/span&gt; an encore, but that is not always the case. Not to forget, the audacity always counts. No attempt is a failure, its always worth a try. Adherence to your goals can take you places. Lack of benchmarks may prove disgraceful, 'coz then you wouldn't have anything to show your fidelity towards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing is to know what you are looking for. Once that search is complete, the remaining part is simple. The correct path to be tred in the direction of your aspirations will come naturally. Dreams will no longer be difficult to chase, if you realize what they are. Easier said than done, indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing firm by your desires can make it all happen. Nothing is impossible! So, face your fears and live your dreams. Dreams do turn into reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/15343991-4286454926860293163?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4286454926860293163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=4286454926860293163&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/4286454926860293163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/4286454926860293163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-dreams-become-reality.html' title='Dreams do become reality'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-3142157238433062966</id><published>2007-03-11T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T19:26:52.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Riddance to Bad Rubbish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;'Good riddance to bad rubbish' was the phrase a childhood friend would use when I would leave. He would always pull my leg. I would get mad at him all the time. However, now that I think about it, that phrase had a much deeper meaning to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At several junctures in life you feel this phrase holds so true. You just wanna get rid off, get free from from certain things. Once you are away from those, feels like a great relief. There was so much thrash that annoyed you, you just couldn't shrug it off. And now suddenly the day seems better, fresher and happier once you are done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brighter side of all the shit happening around you is... you build up a level of endurance. The nonsense happening all the while gives you that strength and stability of mind that, you can face much more. You are ready to bear more in future. On the flip side, you wonder why all the crap is occurring to you. Why cant life be simple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats life I guess. You gotta deal with it! But like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every cloud has a silver lining&lt;/span&gt;, theres always &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good riddance to bad rubbish&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Smiling! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-3142157238433062966?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/3142157238433062966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=3142157238433062966&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/3142157238433062966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/3142157238433062966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2007/03/good-riddance-to-bad-rubbish.html' title='Good Riddance to Bad Rubbish'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-2720481108717309833</id><published>2007-03-06T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T08:36:54.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Khushi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzl44E32Hb8/Re2TWTDYvlI/AAAAAAAAABA/273a24ETHSM/s1600-h/small+holding+hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzl44E32Hb8/Re2TWTDYvlI/AAAAAAAAABA/273a24ETHSM/s320/small+holding+hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038845569378336338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meri hasi rukaaye na ruke&lt;br /&gt;yeh khabar hi kuch aisi hai&lt;br /&gt;tum dono ek saath honge&lt;br /&gt;yeh sunke hi dil jhoom uthe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumhe toh kareeb se jaana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Saheli, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;khushi toh anokhi hai&lt;br /&gt;banjar zameen par bhi fasal pake&lt;br /&gt;umeed par toh duniya kaayam hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh puraane din bhi the jab&lt;br /&gt;aap haso toh woh bhi hase&lt;br /&gt;manchala tha mann aapka tab&lt;br /&gt;der hi sahi, durust toh aaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humse zaraa bachke rahiyo&lt;br /&gt;varna padenge joote aur gaali&lt;br /&gt;kissi ne khoob kaha hai pyaare&lt;br /&gt;saali hoti hai aadhi gharwali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ab aage hum kya bole&lt;br /&gt;muh se shabd na chalke&lt;br /&gt;tum dono saath raho sadaa&lt;br /&gt;rab se bas yehi duaa kare&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/15343991-2720481108717309833?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2720481108717309833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=2720481108717309833&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/2720481108717309833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/2720481108717309833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2007/03/khushi.html' title='Khushi...'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tzl44E32Hb8/Re2TWTDYvlI/AAAAAAAAABA/273a24ETHSM/s72-c/small+holding+hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-2582653390354865198</id><published>2007-01-08T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T19:21:39.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Put A Smile Upon Your Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Where do we go nobody knows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I’ve gotta’ say I’m on my way down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;God give me style and give me grace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;God put a smile upon my face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Where do we go to draw the line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I’ve gotta’ say I’ve wasted all your time, honey honey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Where do I go to fall from grace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;God put a smile upon your face, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Now when you work it out I’m worse than you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah when you work it out I want it too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Now when you work out where to draw the line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Your guess is as good as mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Where do we go nobody knows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Don’t ever say you’re on your way down, when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;God gave you style and gave you grace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;And put a smile upon your face, oh yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Now when you work it out I’m worse than you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah when you work it out I want it too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Now when you work out where to draw the line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Your guess is as good as mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s as good as mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s as good as mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s as good as mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Na nana nana, Na nana nana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;As good as mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;As good as mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;As good as mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;As good as mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Where do we go nobody knows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Don’t ever say you’re on your way down, when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;God gave you style and gave you grace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;And put a smile upon your face   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;~ Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-2582653390354865198?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/2582653390354865198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=2582653390354865198&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/2582653390354865198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/2582653390354865198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2007/01/god-put-smile-upon-your-face.html' title='God Put A Smile Upon Your Face'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-4945931055389850950</id><published>2006-12-25T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T07:44:21.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzl44E32Hb8/RY_vhSihyWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0mYM71yeXAI/s1600-h/Merry+Christmas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzl44E32Hb8/RY_vhSihyWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0mYM71yeXAI/s320/Merry+Christmas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012488265478031714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;May the wonderful blessings of  Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="q" id="q_10fba0055716dca4_0"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  enlighten your world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay with you long after the gifts unwrapped, the tree taken down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time tugging at your heartstrings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And each time bringing a smile :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Wish U and ur family a Merry Christmas &amp;amp; a Happy New Year...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-4945931055389850950?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/4945931055389850950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=4945931055389850950&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/4945931055389850950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/4945931055389850950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tzl44E32Hb8/RY_vhSihyWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0mYM71yeXAI/s72-c/Merry+Christmas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-116683748253918850</id><published>2006-12-22T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T17:43:43.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kabhi kabhi lagta hai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Kabhi kabhi lagta hai, mein sochu hi naa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Kabhi kabhi lagta hai, mein sunu hi naa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Kabhi kabhi lagta hai, mein bolu hi naa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Kabhi kabhi lagta hai, koi toh mujhe bhi samjhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Kabhi kabhi lagta hai, koi toh meri bhi sune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Kabhi kabhi lagta hai, koi toh mujhe bhi bolne de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Kabhi kabhi lagta hai, kyun mujhe woh galat samjhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Kabhi kabhi lagta hai, kyun meri baat woh na sune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Kabhi kabhi lagta hai, kyun mere baare mein woh aisa bole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Kabhi kabhi lagta hai, mazzaak mazzaak mein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Zindagi ne mera ek bhaddaa mazzak bana ke rakh diya hai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-116683748253918850?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/116683748253918850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=116683748253918850&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/116683748253918850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/116683748253918850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/12/kabhi-kabhi-lagta-hai.html' title='Kabhi kabhi lagta hai'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-116611760455271098</id><published>2006-12-14T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T21:45:36.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of the Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The musings of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guy_Kawasaki"&gt;Guy Kawasaki&lt;/a&gt; are enlightening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved it :-)&lt;br /&gt;Thoroughly impressive, must listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="" id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=2907488224586767059&amp;hl=en" style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With permission from Guy Kawasaki, we bring you a unique episode which brings a different kind of tools to your life, tools that could help you succeed in business as well as technology. Guy Kawasaki is the author of eight books including The Art of the Start, Rules for Revolutionaries, How to Drive Your Competition Crazy, Selling the Dream, and The Macintosh Way. Guy is currently the Managing Director of Garage Technology Ventures, an early-stage venture capital firm and a columnist for Forbes.com. Previously, he was an Apple Fellow and Chief Evangelist at Apple Computer where he was one of the few individuals responsible for the early success of the Macintosh computer.  For more information on Mr. Kawasaki, please go to his personal website (http://www.guykawasaki.com).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-116611760455271098?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/116611760455271098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=116611760455271098&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/116611760455271098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/116611760455271098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/12/art-of-start.html' title='The Art of the Start'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-116581345098832010</id><published>2006-12-10T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:04:11.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Eye Opener</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6589/1417/1600/138120/Choose%20Life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6589/1417/320/692666/Choose%20Life.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-116581345098832010?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/116581345098832010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=116581345098832010&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/116581345098832010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/116581345098832010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/12/eye-opener.html' title='An Eye Opener'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-116568323148127574</id><published>2006-12-09T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T23:57:40.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A great individual indeed, hats off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;There was a one hour interview on CNBC with Warren Buffet, the second richest man who has donated $31 billion to charity. Here are some very interesting aspects of his life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1)He bought his first share at age 11 and he now regrets that he started too late!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2)He bought a small farm at age 14 with savings from delivering newspapers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;3)He still lives in the same small 3 bedroom house in mid-town Omaha, that he bought after he got married 50 years ago. He says that he has everything he needs in that house. His house does not have a wall or a fence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;4)He drives his own car everywhere and does not have a driver or security people around him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;5)He never travels by private jet, although he owns the world's largest private jet company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;6)His company, Berkshire Hathaway, owns 63 companies. He writes only one letter each year to the CEOs of these companies, giving them goals for the year. He never holds meetings or calls them on a regular basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;7)He has given his CEO's only two rules:&lt;br /&gt;Rule number 1: Do not lose any of your share holder's money.&lt;br /&gt;Rule number 2: Do not forget rule number 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;8)He does not socialize with the high society crowd. His past time after he gets home is to make himself some pop corn and watch television.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;9)Bill Gates, the world's richest man met him for the first time only 5 years ago. Bill Gates did not think he had anything in common with Warren Buffet. So he had scheduled his meeting only for half hour. But when Gates met him, the meeting lasted for ten hours and Bill Gates became a devotee of Warren Buffet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;10)Warren Buffet does not carry a cell phone, nor has a computer on his desk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;11)His advice to young people: Stay away from credit cards and invest in yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Amazing and interesting individual indeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Read more about him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warren_Buffet"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&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/15343991-116568323148127574?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/116568323148127574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=116568323148127574&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/116568323148127574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/116568323148127574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/12/great-individual-indeed-hats-off.html' title='A great individual indeed, hats off!'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-116488467229176650</id><published>2006-11-30T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T03:15:23.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sand held in your hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6589/1417/1600/780854/sand1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6589/1417/320/511300/sand1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Sand when held loosely with an open hand, stays where it is. The moment you try to close your hand, squeeze tightly to hold on to it, sand starts trickling through your fingers. So much so that you might spill all or most of it. You may land up holding onto nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6589/1417/1600/13962/sand2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 203px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6589/1417/320/872841/sand2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-116488467229176650?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/116488467229176650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=116488467229176650&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/116488467229176650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/116488467229176650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/11/sand-held-in-your-hand.html' title='Sand held in your hand'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-116488369316418137</id><published>2006-11-30T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T02:48:13.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Explain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6589/1417/1600/66484/NeverExplain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6589/1417/320/51850/NeverExplain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-116488369316418137?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/116488369316418137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=116488369316418137&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/116488369316418137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/116488369316418137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/11/never-explain.html' title='Never Explain'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-116400257660216477</id><published>2006-11-19T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T22:30:54.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music can...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Music can make you Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Music can compel you to Cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Music can make you Angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Music can help you Pacify&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Music can make you Scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Music can introduce Silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Music can make you Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Music can still be so Real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Music can bring in Melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Music can give you Headaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Music can make you Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Music can cause you to Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Music can put you to Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Music can wake you Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Music can make you Sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Music can make you Shiver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Music can bother you to Think&lt;br /&gt;Music can help you Forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Music can help keep a Secret&lt;br /&gt;Music can reveal the Truth&lt;br /&gt;Music can hide your Pain&lt;br /&gt;Music can aid you to Speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Music can get you your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Music can energize you to Fight&lt;br /&gt;Music can accompany a Prayer&lt;br /&gt;Music can make you Abuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Music can originate Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Music can induce Boredom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Music can bring Ecstacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Music can generate an Orgasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Music can coax you to Live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Music can play at your Deathbed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-116400257660216477?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/116400257660216477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=116400257660216477&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/116400257660216477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/116400257660216477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/11/music-can.html' title='Music can...'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-116373981825732268</id><published>2006-11-16T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T14:29:52.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You never considered me as a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There were days when we joked around, played around. It all seemed so good &amp; sweet around. We had great times when together. No fear, could be myself. We talked for long, maybe bizarre. The effort to make each others birthdays so special. The meals together memorable and the long drives unforgettable. The compliment you made that day, still brings a smile. It was all green. And your support when it was all blue. Then this ugly thing creeped in, and things changed. It never looked that beautiful again. You seemed to ignore or needed me no more. Sometimes I bless this ugly creep, had it not been there I would have not known the true you. The imperception would've never permitted me to see the other side, the stealthy side. I miss your presence, but somewhere down the line I'm happy. Atleast I dont have to live up with the made up face anymore. It feels so much more comfortable with the mask ripped off. Unhappy about the revelation though, "I was just someone, You never considered me as a friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you would've picturized someone when you read this. Related each incident with some occurence in your life. Nodded in agreement too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what they say? You should not let go off your friends so easily. So heres one for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;When youre down and troubled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;And you need a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;And nothing, whoa nothing is going right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Close your eyes and think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;And soon I will be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;To brighten up even your darkest nights.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;You just call out my name,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;And you know whereever I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ill come running, oh yeah baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;To see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Winter, spring, summer, or fall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;All you have to do is call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;And Ill be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Youve got a friend.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;If the sky above you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Should turn dark and full of clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;And that old north wind should begin to blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Keep your head together and call my name out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;And soon I will be knocking upon your door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;You just call out my name and you know where ever I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ill come running to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Winter, spring, summer or fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;All you got to do is call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;And Ill be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hey, aint it good to know that youve got a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;People can be so cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Theyll hurt you and desert you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Well theyll take your soul if you let them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Oh yeah, but dont you let them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;You just call out my name and you know wherever I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ill come running to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Oh babe, dont you know that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Winter spring summer or fall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hey now, all youve got to do is call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Lord, Ill be there, yes I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Youve got a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Youve got a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Aint it good to know youve got a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Aint it good to know youve got a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Youve got a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;~ James Taylor &amp;amp; Carole King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-116373981825732268?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/116373981825732268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=116373981825732268&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/116373981825732268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/116373981825732268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-never-considered-me-as-friend.html' title='You never considered me as a friend'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-116331985265937426</id><published>2006-11-11T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T00:34:51.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grow-up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Stuck in the past, get over it fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;spasms of anxiety, dont let them last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;shadows of misconception, dont cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;dont just deduce, options are vast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;think about it again, just dont blast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-116331985265937426?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/116331985265937426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=116331985265937426&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/116331985265937426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/116331985265937426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/11/grow-up.html' title='Grow-up!'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-116232003746310251</id><published>2006-10-31T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T10:42:31.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All-hallow-eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its my day today, the devil's day... the witch's day ;)&lt;br /&gt;Come join me in being spooky ... hee haw haw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/1600/HeeHawHaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/320/HeeHawHaw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="q" id="q_10e9f92cea2526f6_0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"Where there is no imagination there is no Horror. " ~Arthur Conan Doyle, Sr.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-116232003746310251?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/116232003746310251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=116232003746310251&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/116232003746310251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/116232003746310251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-hallow-eve.html' title='All-hallow-eve'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-116192322287735422</id><published>2006-10-26T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T15:05:50.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think about this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;These were the words told to me, which I'll never forget. And they are absolutely true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;In happiness, the whole world is by your side to raise a toast...&lt;br /&gt;True friends are the ones who stand by you in your rough times.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Its a good food for thought. Try be there, when they need you the most! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-116192322287735422?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/116192322287735422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=116192322287735422&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/116192322287735422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/116192322287735422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/10/think-about-this.html' title='Think about this...'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-116140654957805779</id><published>2006-10-20T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T01:11:47.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May lights triumph over darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;A friend send me wishes with the above subject, and I fell in love with it :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/1600/deepavali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/320/deepavali.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Aai aai Diwali hai aai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Saath me kitni khushiya laayi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Dhoom machao, mauj manao,&lt;br /&gt;Dher saari mithai bhi khao,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Aap sabhi ko Diwali ki badhai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-116140654957805779?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/116140654957805779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=116140654957805779&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/116140654957805779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/116140654957805779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/10/may-lights-triumph-over-darkness.html' title='May lights triumph over darkness'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-116057935711097554</id><published>2006-10-11T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T08:09:17.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Worry About Failures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/1600/PravsJ-DontWorryAboutFailures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/320/PravsJ-DontWorryAboutFailures.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-116057935711097554?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/116057935711097554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=116057935711097554&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/116057935711097554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/116057935711097554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/10/dont-worry-about-failures.html' title='Don&apos;t Worry About Failures'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-115951416467038065</id><published>2006-09-29T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T00:21:11.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Noone to the famous Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;One of the best articles I've read. To tell u the truth: The longest article I've ever read. Kept me clung to it till the last word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A great story about a kid who had absolutely no life, and was taken under the wing of a family and is now one of the most impressive left tackles in college football.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Read the story of 'Michael Oher' Here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/09/24/magazine/24football.html?ei=5090&amp;en=e3741d62a638bb81&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;ex=1316750400&amp;adxnnl=1&amp;amp;partner=rssuserland&amp;emc=rss&amp;amp;pagewanted=all&amp;adxnnlx=1159387268-i2gEOgb6B6C7Wr8pZdJE5g"&gt;The Ballad of Big Mike&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;“It’s nice and warm in that gym,” the boy said.   &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;“This is the first time I ever had my own bed.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;‘Miss Sue, you have to remember I’ve only been going to school for two years.”’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;“You didn’t lose; you just ran out of time.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;‘I got to do it to get to the league.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;- Read or Regret -&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/15343991-115951416467038065?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/115951416467038065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=115951416467038065&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115951416467038065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115951416467038065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/09/from-noone-to-famous-someone.html' title='From Noone to the famous Someone'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-115834072236125831</id><published>2006-09-15T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T10:19:44.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Somethings you dont want to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Somethings you cant forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The memories linger&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/15343991-115834072236125831?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/115834072236125831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=115834072236125831&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115834072236125831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115834072236125831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/09/somethings.html' title='Somethings'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-115816923762079036</id><published>2006-09-13T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T10:43:58.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix You</title><content type='html'>&lt;center style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you try your best but you don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired but you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in reverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone but it goes to waste&lt;br /&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And high up above or down below&lt;br /&gt;When you're too in love to let it go&lt;br /&gt;But if you never try you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Just what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream, down on your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you cannot replace&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down on your face&lt;br /&gt;And I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream, down on your face&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I will learn from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down on your face&lt;br /&gt;And I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Coldplay (Fix you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-115816923762079036?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/115816923762079036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=115816923762079036&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115816923762079036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115816923762079036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/09/fix-you.html' title='Fix You'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-115804435713300978</id><published>2006-09-11T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T00:29:45.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arz kiya hai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Taaro se poocho, unhonein jhilmilaana kyun chodh diya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Patto se poocho, unhonein sarsarhaana kyun chodh diya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Khuda kare Gulaab ki kaliyaan kal yeh na keh de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Ki lo, aaj-se humne bhi mahekna chodh diya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anishchaytaa zindagi ka woh ang hai&lt;br /&gt;Jise chaahkar bhi hum alag nahi kar sakte&lt;br /&gt;Bas rab se sirf dua kar sakte hai&lt;br /&gt;Ki ek din woh khud hi asli chehra dikha de&lt;br /&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/15343991-115804435713300978?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/115804435713300978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=115804435713300978&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115804435713300978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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A little different theory about living life backwards; starting with death. Innovative isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/1600/image001.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/320/image001.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-115703041357729183?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/115703041357729183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=115703041357729183&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115703041357729183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115703041357729183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/08/living-life-backwards.html' title='Living Life Backwards'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-115700371582732631</id><published>2006-08-30T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T11:10:58.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective that matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Everything in this world can be seen as you wish to. Good or Bad; Beautiful or Ugly; True or False; Simple or Complicated; Easy or Difficult; after all the Right or Wrong! You can make it happen, the way you want it to. Its not how things are; it upto you how you look at them. Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections. Sometimes you have to let go to see if there was anything worth holding on to. Think positive and be optimistic... it'll take you a long way :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing within changes one's outer vision. Also, you must look beyond &amp; think out of the box. Dont let petty matters bother you. If you nurture your mind, body, and spirit, your time will expand. You will gain a new perspective that will allow you to accomplish much more. At the end of the day, beauty lies in the eye of the beholder. The art of being wise is the art of knowing what to overlook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;One's destination is never aplace&lt;br /&gt;but rather a new way of looking at things.&lt;br /&gt;-   Henry Miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obscure we see eventually. The completely obvious,&lt;br /&gt;it seems, takes longer.&lt;br /&gt;-  Edward R. Murrow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The ability to perceive things differently, coming up with new viewpoints, developing a new vista... that sure will bring a change in your life. To deduce, its the perspective that matters! If you really want something, if you have faith and a direction; the whole world conspires for you to get it, achieve it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-115700371582732631?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/115700371582732631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=115700371582732631&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115700371582732631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115700371582732631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/08/perspective-that-matters.html' title='Perspective that matters'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-115688472549274493</id><published>2006-08-29T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T11:17:08.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Don't look at a thing; Start it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Don't put it off a day; Start it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Don't pretend you must think over; Start it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Don't start half-heartedly; put everything you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;~ Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-115688472549274493?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/115688472549274493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=115688472549274493&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115688472549274493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115688472549274493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/08/start-it.html' title='Start It'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-115638935735772844</id><published>2006-08-23T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T11:13:42.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/1600/0510192029401_v9j0260c8softenpn.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/320/0510192029401_v9j0260c8softenpn.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;They can make you smile&lt;br /&gt;and sure can bring tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can be little angels&lt;br /&gt;hope you dont see the devil-side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can brighten your day&lt;br /&gt;or ruin your night's sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They caress you like noone else has&lt;br /&gt;also hit you with toys, like noone will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are so cute, adorable&lt;br /&gt;and also the true pranksters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say, babies are a face of God&lt;br /&gt;the innocent that they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their melodious voices hum&lt;br /&gt;the loud cries, oh my my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ife surrounds around them; they are enticing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A baby in the house can keep you busy all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are indeed cho cute... muuaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Babies are total sweethearts :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-115638935735772844?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/115638935735772844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=115638935735772844&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115638935735772844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115638935735772844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/08/babies.html' title='Babies :-)'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-115565249008997812</id><published>2006-08-15T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T07:40:22.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud to be an Indian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///c:/temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myindianflag.com/indiaflg.gif" border="0" height="50" width="68" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apni aazaadi ko hum harghiz mita                        sakte nahin&lt;br /&gt;Sar kata sakte hain lekin sar jhuka sakte nahin                    &lt;br /&gt;                                                  Jai Hind!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-115565249008997812?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/115565249008997812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=115565249008997812&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115565249008997812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115565249008997812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/08/proud-to-be-indian.html' title='Proud to be an Indian'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-115487460463513167</id><published>2006-08-06T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T23:52:40.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Happy Friendship Day"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/1600/yellow_rose.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/320/yellow_rose.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I have some friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;whom I call and hold dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Without them being there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I'd have nothing to hold near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;My friends will always be there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I know for sure, I have nothing to fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I always seem to think about,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;what life would be like without them here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;It's a scary thing to even imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;not having anyone to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I dont know what I would do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;because friendship is precious and rare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Cheers to the smiles, the sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;the fights, the fun we've had together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Those memories bring a smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;hope the friendship blossoms year after year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Thinking about you'll...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;And sending Friendship Day Greetings!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-115487460463513167?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/115487460463513167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=115487460463513167&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115487460463513167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115487460463513167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-friendship-day.html' title='&quot;Happy Friendship Day&quot;'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-115465215187344107</id><published>2006-08-03T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T10:05:19.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maa ke haath ka khaana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The thing I miss the most being away from home is 'Maa ke haath ka khaana'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(My mom is gonna kill me for this. She'll say, "khaava maate hoon yaad aavu chu... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;nahi toh hoon kaun" :-P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;{You remember me only for food... otherwise do u care} )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Love you Mumma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;{Non-gujratis may face trouble understanding the post, I'll try my best to translate it to English. Bear with me... Sorry!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winter Delicacies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Undhyu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;{Mixed-vegetable, but a different preparation... cant describe it better. The name says it all ;)}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ringana no Olo ane bajra na rotla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;{Baigan Bharta and Bajra bread}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Adadiya paak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;{a sweet which is specially prepared for cold weather}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Parvad nu bharelu shaak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;{stuffed Parvad}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Gaajar/Dudhi halwo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;{Carrots/Dudhi pie}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Paatra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;{Aloo-wadi, dont know any other word for it :-P}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mom would say that the vegetables, green leafy vegetables &amp; fruits grew best in winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summer Authentic food:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Keri no rass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;{Mango pulp}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Gunda nu shaak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;{Gunda is another vegetable, pickle can also be made from it}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Keri no fajeto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;{A daal prepared with a little mango juice in it}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Dhokla ane lasan ni chutney &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;{Dhokla with garlic sauce}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Food in summer is always centered around the king of fruits 'Mango'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monsoon Relish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Garam bhajia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;{Vegetable Tempuras served hot}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Batata wada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;{Potato balls deep-fried}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Methi ni bhaji na gota &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;{fenugreek &amp; gram flour balls deep-fried}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hot and sour soup/ vegetable soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hakka noodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Any good food served hot on a rainy day, seems like a blessing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;{Its getting tougher, guess I'm gonna give up on the translation :-P}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Specialities, not specific to any weather:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Theplas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Veggie parathas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Daal-Kachori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Daal-dhokli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Bhendi paneer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Paneer Bhurji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Biryani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kurma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Chole Poori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Rajma- kalidaal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Schezwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Manchurian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Fried rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Pav Bhaji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The variety of healthy veggie salads she would prepare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Dahi boondi ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Raita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Appetizers/Refreshers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Upma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Poha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Idli-dosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Pudla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;{pancakes}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Dahi misal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Haandwa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;{Owen-baked pancake}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Khaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Khandavi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kachori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ghughra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;{peas dumplings}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;These are the ones you tend to enjoy eating the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Junk Food:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Bhel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sev-puri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Dahi-vada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;paani puri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Chinese bhel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Frankie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweets:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Rasgulla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Gulab Jamun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Gol-papdi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Churma na laadu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{laddoo}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Sheera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Rasgulla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Gulaab Jaamun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Dudh-paak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Basundi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kheer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{Rice pudding}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yumm...! Jannat ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deserts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Pudding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Custard-jelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The list can go on and on and on... so I'll stop here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;But the list would be incomplete without my favorite... Mom-made &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fruit Salad"&lt;/span&gt;... ummm , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yummy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Miss all of it :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-115465215187344107?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/115465215187344107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=115465215187344107&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115465215187344107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115465215187344107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/08/maa-ke-haath-ka-khaana.html' title='Maa ke haath ka khaana'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-115457393634635575</id><published>2006-08-02T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T21:51:27.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone are the days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One more fwd, cant help it... it was really nice. Made me nostalgic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the days!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the school reopened in June,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And we settled in our new desks and benches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we queued up in book depot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And got our new books and notes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yet managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and then Micro tips!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we began drawing with crayons and evolved to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Color pencils and finally sketch pens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we started calculating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first with tables and then with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clarke's tables and advanced to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Calculators and computers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we chased one another in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;corridors in Intervals, and returned to the classrooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drenched in sweat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle sheds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When all the colors in the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When cricket was played with writing pads as bats,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And Neckties and socks rolled into balls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When few played "kabadi" and "Kho-Kho" in scorching sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While others simply played "book cricket" in the confines of classroom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of fights but no conspiracies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of Competitions but seldom jealousy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When few rushed at 3:45 to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Conquer" window seats in our School bus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While few others had "Big Fun", "peppermint",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kulfi", " milk ice !" and "sharbat !" at 4o Clock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the one-month long preparations for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of the stressful Quarterly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Half Yearly and Annual Exams, And the most enjoyed holidays after them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of tenth and twelfth standards, when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We learnt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We enjoyed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We played,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We won,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We laughed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We cried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We fought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With so much fun in them, so many friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So much experience, all this and more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we used to talk for hours with our friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now we don't have time to say a 'Hi'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we played games on the road!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now we Code on the road with laptop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we saw stars Shining at Night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now we see stars when our code doesn't Work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we sat to chat with Friends on grounds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now we chat in chat rooms.....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where we studied just to pass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now we study to save our job!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where we had no money in our pockets and still fun filled on our hearts!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now we have the atm as well as credit card but with an empty heart!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where we shouted on the road!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now we don't shout even at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where we got lectures from all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now we give lectures to all... like the one I'm doing now....!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But not the memories, which will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever and ever and ever .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the Days…. But still there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lot more Days to come in our Life!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO MATTER HOW BUSY YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="st" name="st" class="st"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DONT FORGET TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LIVE THE LIFE THAT STILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EXISTS…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-115457393634635575?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/115457393634635575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=115457393634635575&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115457393634635575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115457393634635575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/08/gone-are-days.html' title='Gone are the days'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-115388612216724913</id><published>2006-07-25T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T21:36:19.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this for real?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/1600/DSCI0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/320/DSCI0087.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Charles River, Boston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;When I clicked the picture, first I thought my camera lens had some dust particle at that sopt. Then took the picture of the sun from various angles. Still the black spot persisted in the center of the Sun. The spot grew bigger and bigger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Is this just an optical illusion(effect) or is it for real? Or was it just my shitty camera, with a wasted lens :-P&lt;br /&gt;And yaa, btw this is not the first time I'm taking a picture of the bright Sun with my camera!&lt;br /&gt;It set me pondering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-115388612216724913?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/115388612216724913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=115388612216724913&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115388612216724913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115388612216724913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/07/is-this-for-real.html' title='Is this for real?'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-115230603096921269</id><published>2006-07-07T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T20:58:09.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Point System</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Point System has real significance in a man-woman's romantic life. Sorry guys, you gotta live with it ;)&lt;br /&gt;Got this fwd and found it really hilarious, read on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;In the world of romance, one single rule applies to the men:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Make the woman happy. Do something she likes, and you get points. Do something she dislikes and points are subtracted. You don't get any points for doing something she expects. Sorry, that's the way the game is played. Here is a guide to the point system:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SIMPLE DUTIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You make the bed (+1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You make the bed, but forget the decorative pillow (0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You throw the bedspread over rumpled sheets (-1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You go out to buy her what she wants (+5) In the rain (+8) But return with Beer (-5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You check out a suspicious noise at night (0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You check out a suspicious noise, and it is nothing (0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You check out a suspicious noise and it is something (+5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You pummel it with iron rod (+10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;It's her pet (-10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SOCIAL ENGAGEMENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You stay by her side the entire party (0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You stay by her side for a while, then leave to chat with a college buddy (-2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Named Rita (-4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Rita is a dancer (-6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Rita is single and is really beautiful (-80)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HER BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You forget her birthday (-50000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You take her out to dinner (0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You take her out to dinner and it's not a sports bar (+1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, it's a sports bar (-2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's all-you-can-eat night (-3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a sports bar, it's all-you-can-eat night, and your face is painted the colours of your favourite team (-10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A NIGHT OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You take her to a movie (+2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You take her to a movie she likes (+4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You take her to a movie you hate (+6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You take her to a movie you like (-2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;It's called 'DeathCop' (-3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You lied and said it was a foreign film about orphans (-15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;YOUR PHYSIQUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You develop a noticeable potbelly (-15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You develop a noticeable potbelly and exercise to get rid of it (+10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You develop a noticeable potbelly and resort to baggy jeans and baggy Hawa iian shirts (-30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You say, "It doesn't matter, you have one too." (-8000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ENJOY THE 'BIG' QUESTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;She asks, "Do I look fat?" (-5) [Yes, you LOSE points no matter WHAT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You hesitate in responding (-10)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You reply, "Where?" (-35)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Any other response (-20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;COMMUNICATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;When she wants to talk about a problem , you listen, displaying what looks like a concerned expression (0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You listen, for over 30 minutes (+50)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You listen for more than 30 minutes without looking at the TV (+500)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;She realizes this is because you have fallen asleep (-10000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Now what chance do you have???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Pass it on to the poor fellas (Guys) for info &amp;amp; to the Gals for a good laugh ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-115230603096921269?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/115230603096921269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=115230603096921269&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115230603096921269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115230603096921269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/07/point-system.html' title='Point System'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-115074903593639400</id><published>2006-06-19T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T15:35:28.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Happy Father's Day"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/1600/father_beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/320/father_beach.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A little girl needs Daddy&lt;br /&gt;For many, many things:&lt;br /&gt;Like holding her high off the ground&lt;br /&gt;Where the high spirits sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like being the hypnotic music&lt;br /&gt;That tells her all is right&lt;br /&gt;When she awakens frantic with&lt;br /&gt;The terrors of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like being the bright sun&lt;br /&gt;That rises in her heart&lt;br /&gt;And shows her the way home&lt;br /&gt;When all else falls apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like giving her a shoulder&lt;br /&gt;That is her only strength&lt;br /&gt;Being there by her side always&lt;br /&gt;When it really meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like giving her the love&lt;br /&gt;That is her ocean and air,&lt;br /&gt;So diving deep or soaring high&lt;br /&gt;She'll always find him there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-115074903593639400?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/115074903593639400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=115074903593639400&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115074903593639400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115074903593639400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='&quot;Happy Father&apos;s Day&quot;'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-115074832629131448</id><published>2006-06-19T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T06:14:12.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;When your day is long&lt;br /&gt;And the night&lt;br /&gt;The night is yours alone&lt;br /&gt;When you're sure you've had enough of this life&lt;br /&gt;Well hang on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let yourself go&lt;br /&gt;Cause everybody cries&lt;br /&gt;And everybody hurts&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes everything is wrong&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to sing along&lt;br /&gt;(When your day is night alone)&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;(If you feel like letting go)&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;If you think you've had too much of this life&lt;br /&gt;Well hang on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everybody hurts&lt;br /&gt;Take comfort in your friends&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw your hand&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw your hand&lt;br /&gt;When you feel like you're alone&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, you're not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're on your own&lt;br /&gt;In this life&lt;br /&gt;The days and nights are long&lt;br /&gt;When you think you've had too much&lt;br /&gt;Of this life&lt;br /&gt;To hang on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everybody hurts&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, everybody cries&lt;br /&gt;And everybody hurts&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everybody hurts&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;(Everybody hurts&lt;br /&gt;You are not alone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fade out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ cover by The Corrs (Everybody Hurts)&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-115074832629131448?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/115074832629131448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=115074832629131448&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115074832629131448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115074832629131448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/06/everybody-hurts.html' title='Everybody Hurts'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-115050138046521538</id><published>2006-06-16T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T13:19:13.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Theres nothing you can say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing in between&lt;br /&gt;You know the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to face&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing left to lose&lt;br /&gt;Nothing takes your place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they say&lt;br /&gt;Youre not that strong&lt;br /&gt;Youre not that weak&lt;br /&gt;It’s not your fault&lt;br /&gt;And when you climb up to your hill&lt;br /&gt;Up to your place&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing left to prove&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing I wonat do&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing like the pain&lt;br /&gt;I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to hide&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to feel&lt;br /&gt;I am always here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they say&lt;br /&gt;Youre not that strong&lt;br /&gt;Youre not that weak&lt;br /&gt;It’s not your fault&lt;br /&gt;And when you climb up to your hill&lt;br /&gt;Up to your place&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you want&lt;br /&gt;What you lost&lt;br /&gt;What you had&lt;br /&gt;What is gone is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you got&lt;br /&gt;What you love&lt;br /&gt;What you need&lt;br /&gt;What you have is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not enough&lt;br /&gt;Its not enough&lt;br /&gt;Its not enough&lt;br /&gt;Its not enough, I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not enough&lt;br /&gt;Its not enough&lt;br /&gt;Its not enough&lt;br /&gt;Its not enough…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they say&lt;br /&gt;Youre not that strong&lt;br /&gt;Youre not that weak&lt;br /&gt;It’s not your fault&lt;br /&gt;And when you climb up to your hill&lt;br /&gt;Up to your place&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not enough&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;Its not enough&lt;br /&gt;Its not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Jeff Hardy (Desire)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-115050138046521538?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/115050138046521538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=115050138046521538&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115050138046521538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/115050138046521538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/06/desire.html' title='Desire'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114938527873366858</id><published>2006-06-03T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T00:03:13.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its lone, quiet and serene...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/1600/quiet.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/320/quiet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; The door lies closed&lt;br /&gt;the rooms empty, a void&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice of the silence,&lt;br /&gt;the ticking of the clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noise of the fan&lt;br /&gt;and the pages that fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The melody of rain drops,&lt;br /&gt;the hustling of the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lamp's illuminance,&lt;br /&gt;the shadow on the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beats of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;the avalanche of thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its lone, quiet and serene... &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/15343991-114938527873366858?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114938527873366858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114938527873366858&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114938527873366858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114938527873366858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-lone-quiet-and-serene.html' title='Its lone, quiet and serene...'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114897603984807379</id><published>2006-05-30T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T00:01:51.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We do it once, we do it right! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The planning started on March 26 2006, and finally we made it; a memorable trip on Memorial Day weekend (May 26, 2006 – May 28, 2006) to Adirondacks :-). The enchanting scenic beauty and adventures galore! Was super-excited about it, and enjoyed it to the zenith. A fun-filled &amp; rollicking weekend indeed!... O’boy, moments to remember, moments I cant forget! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/320/Day2-HikingAtBaldMountain-31.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Saloni (Adirondacks, NY)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minutes of the trip on the &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://buffalodhamaal.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-do-it-once-we-do-it-right.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dhamaal Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motto still remains “&lt;strong&gt;WE DO IT ONCE, WE DO IT RIGHT…!&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/15343991-114897603984807379?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114897603984807379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114897603984807379&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114897603984807379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114897603984807379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-do-it-once-we-do-it-right.html' title='We do it once, we do it right! :)'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114762274335197073</id><published>2006-05-14T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T09:10:05.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Happy Mother's Day"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/1600/RomanticWeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/320/RomanticWeb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Happy Mother's Day" means more&lt;br /&gt;Than have a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;Within those words lie lots of things&lt;br /&gt;I really never get to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means I love you first of all,&lt;br /&gt;Then thanks for all you do.&lt;br /&gt;It means you mean a lot to me,&lt;br /&gt;And that I honor you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of you for all you've given&lt;br /&gt;I adore you more than words can say.&lt;br /&gt;You are very special to me,&lt;br /&gt;And remembered everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I guess it means&lt;br /&gt;That I am thinking of&lt;br /&gt;Your happiness on this, your day,&lt;br /&gt;With pleasure and with love.&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/15343991-114762274335197073?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114762274335197073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114762274335197073&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114762274335197073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114762274335197073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='&quot;Happy Mother&apos;s Day&quot;'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114751024596068708</id><published>2006-05-13T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T21:04:01.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Turned around to look at the past 2 years, dint even realize they passed by. A walk down the memory lane...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/1600/graduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/320/graduation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The hunt for apartment and&lt;br /&gt;rush for course registrations&lt;br /&gt;thats where the craziness started&lt;br /&gt;and it still doesnt feel shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggle to wake up on the alarm&lt;br /&gt;snooze it up, all the while&lt;br /&gt;the queue for the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;have the cereal breakfast, dont waste time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The run to the shuttle-stop&lt;br /&gt;the 15 min precious sleep on the shuttle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those night outs in Bell&lt;br /&gt;the caffeine shots to keep u awake&lt;br /&gt;but still the inevitable sleep in class&lt;br /&gt;the lecturer never failed to induce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burden of algos assignments&lt;br /&gt;last minute project submissions&lt;br /&gt;the rejoice on its completion&lt;br /&gt;its not over yet, have an exam tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lunches at Cedar or Putnams&lt;br /&gt;the studying together at Northrup&lt;br /&gt;special delicacies served at Custer&lt;br /&gt;B'day cakes, the unplanned fun whenever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long wait for weekends&lt;br /&gt;movies, cricket and f1 races&lt;br /&gt;the pot-luck dinners&lt;br /&gt;or darshan at the temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visits to Niagara Falls&lt;br /&gt;or Marina or just Baird Point&lt;br /&gt;those long drives around Buffalo&lt;br /&gt;or just walks in the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rotating cooking turns amongst roomies&lt;br /&gt;or grocery to cart every weekend&lt;br /&gt;the laziness to do ur laundary&lt;br /&gt;the tension to pay ur bills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diwali and Holi GISA night celebrations&lt;br /&gt;Ganpati at Winspear, the Garba fun&lt;br /&gt;the infrequent parties at Chippewa&lt;br /&gt;or be it bowling at Tonawanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resort to desimedia, limewire or bollygrounds&lt;br /&gt;music from apna DC++&lt;br /&gt;southpark episodes on youtube&lt;br /&gt;or funny videos on google&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frolic on road-trips&lt;br /&gt;treks, skiing and water-sports&lt;br /&gt;the photo-sessions galore&lt;br /&gt;the anecdotes unforgettable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed together, shared together&lt;br /&gt;laughs and tears, the success and pain&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day I graduate&lt;br /&gt;dunno where life will take off from here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~ Inspired from a post on &lt;a href="http://siddharthadelkar.blogspot.com/2006/04/usc.html"&gt;Siddharth Adelkar's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(Not very happy with this attempt :( But, wat the heck!&lt;br /&gt;Cudnt refrain myself from posting it here today)&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/15343991-114751024596068708?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114751024596068708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114751024596068708&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114751024596068708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114751024596068708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the day!!!'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114725003032311297</id><published>2006-05-10T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T01:36:04.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlast :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bina ke project&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Project ke bina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Nothing much to write, the above says it all ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;But loved how these words sounded so perfect when a friend Praveer mentioned it. Alas! I'm finally done...&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/15343991-114725003032311297?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114725003032311297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114725003032311297&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114725003032311297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114725003032311297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/05/atlast.html' title='Atlast :)'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114655037144073121</id><published>2006-05-01T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:39:40.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filmi Ishtyle ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;There are some words which become an indispensible part of your speech. What is the prime source of such words? ... Movies :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Parents would be surprised when I would utter &lt;em&gt;"Eh item, kya kar reli hai?";)&lt;/em&gt; or I would land up complementing someone &lt;em&gt;"Chikne aaj ekdam jhakaas lag rahela hai, bole toh chaka-chak". &lt;/em&gt;Would step out of the house uttering &lt;em&gt;"Adieus... amigos" &lt;/em&gt;or saying &lt;em&gt;"I'll be back." &lt;/em&gt;Leaving?&lt;em&gt; "Let's get outta here!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Greet a friend by&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Laleti Jaan" "Oye Puttar" "Ki haal hai Kakke"? &lt;/em&gt;Ask me who I'am ... &lt;em&gt;"...Bond. James Bond." &lt;/em&gt;or shrug it off by&lt;em&gt; "Abbe teri toh". &lt;/em&gt;Bidding farewell&lt;em&gt; "Hasta la vista, baby." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Flirtuous as it could get &lt;em&gt;"Meine tumhe pehle kahin dekha hai"&lt;/em&gt; yaa fir &lt;em&gt;"aapki aankhon mein kho jaate hai hum".&lt;/em&gt; Someone tries to go overboard &lt;em&gt;"Tumhe pataa hai na ki tum bilkul paagal ho" &lt;/em&gt;or&lt;em&gt; "Tumhari akal toh thikaane pe hai na?" &lt;/em&gt;or a lil abusive&lt;em&gt; "Pen de takke", "kharcha paani doo kya", "Tapka dalega tereko ... khallas kar dalega".&lt;/em&gt; The cheesiest words &lt;em&gt;"Aati kya khandaala?"&lt;/em&gt; Or if it really wasnt intentional but still spoken,&lt;em&gt; "Kaataan laga" :-P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Thinking about something pensively &amp; someone gives a solution, &lt;em&gt;"I thought so"&lt;/em&gt; or if I cant brood over it further then goes &lt;em&gt;"Fuh-get about it!"&lt;/em&gt; or something very naive but still cant grasp &lt;em&gt;"Bade bade deshon mein aisi choti choti baatein hoti rehti hai"&lt;/em&gt; :-P A grave mistake happens and I go &lt;em&gt;"Ohhh Mmmmyyyyy Gggodddd...!"&lt;/em&gt; If I come out successful &lt;em&gt;"Perfection ko improve karna mushkil hai".&lt;/em&gt; ;) or shud I put it this way... &lt;em&gt;"I'm the king of the world!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Trying to be motivational&lt;em&gt; "Never Say Never". &lt;/em&gt;Dont worry son&lt;em&gt; "Victory is ours!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And finally the words uttered incessantly, completely impossible to edit them off my speech &lt;em&gt;"Jhakaas...!", "Aiylaa...!" &lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;em&gt; "Oye Teri...!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Rest is&lt;em&gt; "for me to know and you to keep guessing..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;p.s. Feel free to add more to the list&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/15343991-114655037144073121?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114655037144073121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114655037144073121&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114655037144073121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114655037144073121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/05/filmi-ishtyle.html' title='Filmi Ishtyle ;)'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114646652376483841</id><published>2006-04-30T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T00:03:12.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contrast</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Entered the arena, eagerly waiting to get his sight. He enters, a standing ovation! His gait brought a smile, his sense of humour brought laughs. His statements funny, playfully jocular. He made facetious remarks be it with regards to current affairs, the past, facts, the show or any answers to the questions. His sermons were unpredictably witty and satirical as well as eloquent. He was rhetoric! He joked, performed various other comic, humorous acts. I laughed out loud, rolled on the floor laughing. The laughter still echoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked in, spoke loud... her lid blown off. Her words weird, incomprehendible, critisizing. Her remarks hurt, made me quiver. Was around several, still felt the void. She says, expects I would do harm, she brought a frown. The displeasure still resides in some corner of the heart. Dont wanna look back at the sad. The tears still flow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A striking contrast of the facets of life, it seems the rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together. Wish the former incident always occurs and the latter never shows its face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast.” ~ Charles Dickens&lt;/em&gt; once said.&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/15343991-114646652376483841?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114646652376483841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114646652376483841&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114646652376483841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114646652376483841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/05/contrast.html' title='Contrast'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114577804185262235</id><published>2006-04-22T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T20:57:41.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectation Kills</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This one nevaah fails to bring a crooked smile to my face... in agreement &amp; disappointment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The only man who behaved sensibly was my tailor; he took my measurement anew every time he saw me, while all the rest went on with their old measurements and expected them to fit me." ~ George Bernard Shaw&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when you are trying to concentrate on something and trying to get things done, in the desired manner... but you fail. Can't meet your own expectations and can't manage your reaction to the disappointment. Other times when you feel you've done nothing wrong, no harm; somehow the people around you get you wrong. This happens even though your conscience is clear, pure. This seems to occur when your perception of events doesn't match theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesnt like the way you talk, too arrogant. He thinks you are trying to hide stuff, revealing partially. She thinks you are nasty, can't stand you. Your audacity sounds rude, your jokes satirical, your knowledge unwanted, your behavior undesirable. They like pin-pointing the bad, but miss out on the good. They expect you to be perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect, expectation kills. Don't judge the things/situations as you see it, only through your own eyes. Sometimes place yourself in their shoes, and you'll know why it had to be that way. Try a different perspective this time! When you're looking for a friend don't look for perfection, just look for friendship. How I wish sometimes, that they just take me as I'am. Though correcting your mistakes and helping you improve is one important thing for sure. But not always you or they maybe right, so giving benefit-of-doubt renders itself to be the best solution. A second chance, a different vista could make life better, easier and happier. What say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It's now expected of me that I will defy expectation, so I really generally seem to be free to write what I want." ~ Jonathan Lethem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-114577804185262235?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114577804185262235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114577804185262235&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114577804185262235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114577804185262235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/04/expectation-kills.html' title='Expectation Kills'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114560019580213894</id><published>2006-04-20T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T23:18:28.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridge Over Troubled Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;When you're weary, feeling small&lt;br /&gt;When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all (all)&lt;br /&gt;I'm on your side, oh, when times get rough&lt;br /&gt;And friends just can't be found&lt;br /&gt;Like a bridge over troubled water&lt;br /&gt;I will lay me down&lt;br /&gt;Like a bridge over troubled water&lt;br /&gt;I will lay me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're down and out&lt;br /&gt;When you're on the street&lt;br /&gt;When evening falls so hard&lt;br /&gt;I will comfort you (ooh)&lt;br /&gt;I'll take your part, oh, when darkness comes&lt;br /&gt;And pain is all around&lt;br /&gt;Like a bridge over troubled water&lt;br /&gt;I will lay me down&lt;br /&gt;Like a bridge over troubled water&lt;br /&gt;I will lay me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sail on silver girl&lt;br /&gt;Sail on by&lt;br /&gt;Your time has come to shine&lt;br /&gt;All your dreams are on their way&lt;br /&gt;See how they shine&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;I'm sailing right behind&lt;br /&gt;Like a bridge over troubled water&lt;br /&gt;I will ease your mind&lt;br /&gt;Like a bridge over troubled water&lt;br /&gt;I will ease your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ Simon &amp;amp; Garfunkel (Bridge Over Troubled Water) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-114560019580213894?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114560019580213894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114560019580213894&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114560019580213894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114560019580213894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/04/bridge-over-troubled-water.html' title='Bridge Over Troubled Water'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114559973639621230</id><published>2006-04-20T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T22:16:35.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kahin Door Jab Din</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/1600/Bliss.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/320/Bliss.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;~ Saloni (River Side, Tonawanda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kahin Door Jab Din Dhal Jaye&lt;br /&gt;Sanjh Ki Dulhan Badan Churaye&lt;br /&gt;Chupke Se Aaye&lt;br /&gt;Mere Khayaalon Ke Aangan Mein&lt;br /&gt;Koi Sapnon Ke Deep Jalaaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi Yun Hi Jab Hui Bojhal Saansen&lt;br /&gt;Bhar Aai Baithe Baithe Jab Yun Hi Aankhen&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi Machal Ke Pyar Se Chal Ke&lt;br /&gt;Chhuye Koi Mujhe Par Nazar Na Aaye&lt;br /&gt;Kahin Door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahin To Yeh Dil Kabhi Mil Nahin Paate&lt;br /&gt;Kahin Pe Nikal Aaye Janmon Ke Naate&lt;br /&gt;Thami Thi Uljhan Bairi Apna Man&lt;br /&gt;Apna Hi Hoke Sahe Dard Paraaye&lt;br /&gt;Kahin Door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dil Jaane Mere Saare Bhed Ye Gahare&lt;br /&gt;Ho Gaye Kaise Mere Sapane Sunahare&lt;br /&gt;Ye Mere Sapane Yahi To Hain Apane&lt;br /&gt;Mujhase Juda Na Honge Inake Ye Saaye &lt;br /&gt;Kahin Door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Mukesh (Anand) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-114559973639621230?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114559973639621230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114559973639621230&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114559973639621230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114559973639621230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/04/kahin-door-jab-din.html' title='Kahin Door Jab Din'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114537867317807929</id><published>2006-04-18T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T12:34:57.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't No Mountain High Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ohhh&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no mountain high&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no valley low&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no river wide enough, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need me, call me&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you are&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far&lt;br /&gt;Just call out my name&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there in a hurry&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby,&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no mountain high enough&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no valley low enough&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no river wide enough&lt;br /&gt;To keep me from getting to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the day I set you free&lt;br /&gt;I told you&lt;br /&gt;You could always count on me darlin'&lt;br /&gt;And from that day on I made a vow&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when you want me&lt;br /&gt;Some way, soooooome how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby,&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no mountain high enough&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no valley low enough&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no river wide enough&lt;br /&gt;To keep me from getting to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wind (no wind) , no rain (no rain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Ohhhh..ooh ooh ooh}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love is alive&lt;br /&gt;Way down in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Although we are miles apart&lt;br /&gt;If you ever need a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there on the double&lt;br /&gt;Just as fast as I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no mountain high enough&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no valley low enough&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no river wide enough&lt;br /&gt;To keep me from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep me from gettin' to you babe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Marvin Gaye (Stepmom)&lt;/i&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/15343991-114537867317807929?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114537867317807929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114537867317807929&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114537867317807929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114537867317807929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/04/aint-no-mountain-high-enough.html' title='Ain&apos;t No Mountain High Enough'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114537795098609928</id><published>2006-04-18T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T23:57:16.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aanewala Pal Jaanewala Hai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hmmmm Mmmm Aha Ha Ha Hey Hey Hey&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm Hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aanewala Pal Jaanewala Hai (2)&lt;br /&gt;Ho Sake To Iss Mein Zindagi Bitaado &lt;br /&gt;Pal Jo Yeh Jaanewala Hai Ho Ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aanewala Pal Jaanewala Hai&lt;br /&gt;Ho Sake To Iss Mein Zindagi Bitaado &lt;br /&gt;Pal Jo Yeh Jaanewala Hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek Baar Yoon Mili Maasoom Si Kali (2)&lt;br /&gt;Ho Khilte Hue Kahaan Pushpaash Mein Chali&lt;br /&gt;Dekha To Yahin Hai Dhundha To Nahin Hai &lt;br /&gt;Pal Jo Yeh Jaanewala Hai Ho Ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aanewala Pal Jaanewala Hai&lt;br /&gt;Ho Sake To Iss Mein Zindagi Bitaado &lt;br /&gt;Pal Jo Yeh Jaanewala Hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek Baar Waqt Se Lamha Gira Kahin (2)&lt;br /&gt;Wahaan Dastan Mili Lamha Kahin Nahin&lt;br /&gt;Thoda Sa Hasaake Thoda Sa Rulaake &lt;br /&gt;Pal Ye Bhi Jaanewala Hai Ho Ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aanewala Pal Jaanewala Hai&lt;br /&gt;Ho Sake To Iss Mein Zindagi Bitaado &lt;br /&gt;Pal Jo Yeh Jaanewala Hai Ho Ho&lt;br /&gt;Aanewala Pal Jaanewala Hai (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Kishore Kumar (Golmaal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-114537795098609928?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114537795098609928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114537795098609928&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114537795098609928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114537795098609928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/04/aanewala-pal-jaanewala-hai.html' title='Aanewala Pal Jaanewala Hai'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114508174478201606</id><published>2006-04-14T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T08:37:57.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La vida no es sencilla</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Its happened again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;is myself to reprimand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The more I run away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;entrapped in the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Been there, done that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;still it doesnt fail to scare;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A while, thot it was all good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and here it is back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Difficult to prevent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;easier to predict...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;every move does matter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;its this dilemma, ambiguous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I say I'am immune, strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but I guess I'am not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ask HIM for strength to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;what they call, the fact of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today I lose one more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wish tomorrow I can dare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-114508174478201606?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114508174478201606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114508174478201606&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114508174478201606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114508174478201606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/04/la-vida-no-es-sencilla.html' title='La vida no es sencilla'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114463972428978107</id><published>2006-04-09T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T20:33:59.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I crave for mental exaltation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/1600/cheer_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/320/cheer_me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My mind rebels at stagnation.&lt;br /&gt;Give me problems, give me work,&lt;br /&gt;give me the most abstruse cryptogram,&lt;br /&gt;or the most intricate analysis,&lt;br /&gt;and I am in my own proper atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;But I abhor the dull routine of existence.&lt;br /&gt;I crave for mental exaltation.&lt;br /&gt;~ Arthur Conan Doyle&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/15343991-114463972428978107?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114463972428978107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114463972428978107&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link 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align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Your old telephone number, the nameplate of the car you saw everyday - though not yours, the name of your puppy love - though you cant recollect the face, the address of the girl/guy you once hit upon - though you never visited her/his place, the name &amp; habbits of the professor you condemned always, the lyrics of any movie song, the date you first met your love/enemy, the nastiest fight you've had, ... are all so difficult to forget. How much ever you try, you cant seem to erase few things off your memory; they may be trivias. Noone taught you those, noone asked you to memorize those nor was it a part of any study lesson. These seem inevitable, cant seem to get rid off them; these just become an indispensable part of your gray matter. Makes me wonder; still doesnt fail to bewilder me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid I used to hate poetries, yes I'm saying that ;) However, till today I remember every word of this poem which was on the last page of my Hindi textbook in the 5th grade. Can still sing it with the tune :-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ae matru bhoomi teri&lt;br /&gt;jay ho sadaa vijay ho,&lt;br /&gt;tere prashast nabh mein&lt;br /&gt;sukh surya ka uday ho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nij prem ki kiran se&lt;br /&gt;manko jagaa de mere,&lt;br /&gt;peeche na pair daalu&lt;br /&gt;chahe maha pralay ho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tujhko prasanna dekhu&lt;br /&gt;bas laalsa yehi hai,&lt;br /&gt;fir godd mein hi teri&lt;br /&gt;mera shareer lay ho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love this poem... when I narrate those words, makes me feel proud, a proud Indian! Thats what I love about it. It shall be in my mind, my heart forever. &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/15343991-114439157724931791?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114439157724931791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114439157724931791&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114439157724931791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114439157724931791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/04/erase-and-rewind.html' title='Erase and Rewind'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114421817263858512</id><published>2006-04-04T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:59:37.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With all the jazz and crowd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It had the mood, the moves&lt;br /&gt;And the music played loud.&lt;br /&gt;High, the party was all set,&lt;br /&gt;With all the jazz and crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He passed by her amidst all,&lt;br /&gt;His hand slid across her body.&lt;br /&gt;Unintentional, made them exchange a look&lt;br /&gt;No lewd, but it was gaudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gestured him with a finger&lt;br /&gt;Dint realize, he went with the sway.&lt;br /&gt;Gave her a hand, pulled her close&lt;br /&gt;Dunno if it was meant to be this way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon they got real intimate&lt;br /&gt;He kissed her forehead, her lips&lt;br /&gt;Fiddled with her bra-strap&lt;br /&gt;His hands coaxed her body, her hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now maybe she's just being normal,&lt;br /&gt;Or she's just in a mindless daze.&lt;br /&gt;It might've felt like a naive little mouse,&lt;br /&gt;Finding its way through a complicated maze.&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/15343991-114421817263858512?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114421817263858512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114421817263858512&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114421817263858512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114421817263858512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/04/with-all-jazz-and-crowd.html' title='With all the jazz and crowd.'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114409725182734460</id><published>2006-04-03T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T14:10:47.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Release?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm burdened with work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to file my taxes&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My car just met with an accident&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My dear one is in the hospital&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This peer-pressure is getting out of control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My boss is pissing me off by his satirical remarks&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had a fight with my girl-friend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do I even have a friend?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't seem to do anything right... Dammit!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who in this world is not bogged down by worries, woes, pressure, competition, failure, solitude, frustration or as we call it all as STRESS! Is smoking the only solution to all these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/320/stress_release.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'm asking you... Are you even listening? Well, I shouldn't even be questioning you. You should interrogate yourself...! Don't quit because the world is watching, quit for yourself. Else you'll soon feel like a &lt;em&gt;dead man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"He who has health has hope, and he who has hope has everything." ~ Arabian Proverb. Take care, else you'll lose everything...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-114409725182734460?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114409725182734460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114409725182734460&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114409725182734460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114409725182734460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/04/stress-release.html' title='Stress Release?'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114392391281922026</id><published>2006-04-01T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T19:25:06.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its green again :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/1600/IMG_1567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/320/IMG_1567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;~ Saloni (Baird Point, Buffalo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;His rays find a way out, after long&lt;br /&gt;the ice does melt, water gushes down&lt;br /&gt;it all smells afresh and fragrant&lt;br /&gt;the white cover off, grasses green around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain-drops trickle, its sweet sound&lt;br /&gt;the flower petals damp, wet with dew&lt;br /&gt;I breathe the fresh air, its reviving&lt;br /&gt;it feels like a dream that's come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you are, heard my yearn&lt;br /&gt;you did make me wait a while&lt;br /&gt;but the pleasure you bring along&lt;br /&gt;induces me to forget my complain; smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You sing the song of rejuvenation&lt;br /&gt;the gentle breeze takes away the woes&lt;br /&gt;my sweater unbuttoned, me without mittens&lt;br /&gt;today's the day when revitalization sows&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/15343991-114392391281922026?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114392391281922026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114392391281922026&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114392391281922026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114392391281922026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-green-again.html' title='Its green again :)'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114368693092401674</id><published>2006-03-29T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T16:49:54.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was dying to... And now I'm dying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/1600/SoTrue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/320/SoTrue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Live Life King Size...&lt;br /&gt;Life is like an ice-cream, lick it before it melts! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Live as if to die tomorrow. Learn as if to live forever" ~ Gandhiji&lt;br /&gt;"Dream as if u'll live forever. Live as if u'll die today." ~ James Dean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like how different yet similar the words of these great men are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-114368693092401674?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114368693092401674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114368693092401674&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114368693092401674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114368693092401674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-was-dying-to-and-now-im-dying.html' title='I was dying to... And now I&apos;m dying'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114327348678225975</id><published>2006-03-24T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T00:26:18.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The known to the unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One beautiful afternoon, saw a stranger across a crowded room. He asked me, "Can I please join you if noone else is coming". "Sure you can, no problem", I said. Thats where it all started... and here I was talking about the known to the unknown; unfamiliar. We introduced our languages, their origin; our history, its legends; the epics, their peculiarities; the knowledge, our expertise; the cultures, its uniqueness; the differences, yet similarities. Its strange we had loads to talk, though we were meeting each other for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A stranger is just a friend I haven't met yet.” ~ Will Rogers. This sounds so true now. Some days back he was someone who was neither a friend nor an acquaintance. Its today I share a smile, a look, a short talk and not to forget a 'Wassup!' without fail. He is Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the Irony of Life... a stranger can make your day, life beautiful. He can become an indespensable part of the years to come on. While the one who has been with you all along, may seem to be no longer by your side. Its sometimes strange, you find comfort in a stranger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are a stranger so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What do I care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vanished today...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Call no man a foe, but never love a stranger." ~ Stella Benson; still cant fathom...&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/15343991-114327348678225975?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114327348678225975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114327348678225975&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114327348678225975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114327348678225975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/03/known-to-unknown.html' title='The known to the unknown'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114310014138045248</id><published>2006-03-22T23:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T12:50:59.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>muskura do mere liye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/1600/MuskuraDo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/320/MuskuraDo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dono taraf hai aag lagi hui, na sambhale yeh dil&lt;br /&gt;tum bhi ho gumsum, tanhaayee hai yahaan bhi...&lt;br /&gt;khwaaish hai itni, tumhe baahon mein bhar loo&lt;br /&gt;meelo duur ho tum, kaash paas hote aap zaraa...&lt;br /&gt;na bhool payi tumhe ek pal, ek lamha meri jaan&lt;br /&gt;pukaar lo, daudi chali aaoongi chod saara jahaan...&lt;br /&gt;aapki uss hasi ko betaabi se dhundhti hai nazren&lt;br /&gt;binti hai aapse, ab toh muskura do mere liye...&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/15343991-114310014138045248?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114310014138045248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114310014138045248&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114310014138045248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114310014138045248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/03/muskura-do-mere-liye.html' title='muskura do mere liye...'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114304945423518518</id><published>2006-03-22T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T14:00:30.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a new day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/1600/aNewDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/320/aNewDay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192);font-size:85%;" &gt; - Saloni (Navy Pier, Chicago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;Its a new day, that has just begun&lt;br /&gt;Here it is, still going strong&lt;br /&gt;Life is back to the same old fun&lt;br /&gt;Heres where I truly belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the world is all brand new&lt;br /&gt;Alive, after thoughts deep&lt;br /&gt;Its the wishes of a chosen few&lt;br /&gt;Helps me dream, peacefully sleep&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/15343991-114304945423518518?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114304945423518518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114304945423518518&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114304945423518518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114304945423518518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-new-day.html' title='Its a new day'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114283957996726007</id><published>2006-03-19T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T23:50:28.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holi Hai :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/1600/Holi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/320/Holi.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Holi ne bhar diye zindagi mein anek rang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Laayi dher saari khushiyan apne sang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Aur saath mein chadhaali thodi bhang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thi har dil mein umang hi umang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Chaaro taraf yaaron ke pyaar bhari tarang&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/15343991-114283957996726007?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114283957996726007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114283957996726007&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114283957996726007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114283957996726007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/03/holi-hai.html' title='Holi Hai :))'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114248732838364447</id><published>2006-03-15T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T12:13:25.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He walks besides me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hes the only one that walks besides me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;How much ever I try to avoid him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;To start the day, he starts getting close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;With him around I feel safe, protected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The try to take him in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Some shy, some sustain, some fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The day passed by, he got closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Now I was scared, its getting crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I cant play safe, cant get away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I know it wont last too long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;We held each other, until sun to west&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Now distance did increase, grew longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;He stands there, a dark handsome man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;He gazing at me, me starring at him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I turn around, feels like someones watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;No its just my apprehension&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I can make him do things my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And I swear to god, he wont deny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The more I try to get away from him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Theres not a day he doesnt follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Silly of me to think that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;How can I forget, afterall hes mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;(This time I tried my hand at free verse)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-114248732838364447?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114238456852336912</id><published>2006-03-14T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T17:31:16.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I found You in the most unlikely way&lt;br /&gt;But really it was You who found me&lt;br /&gt;And I found myself in the gifts that You gave&lt;br /&gt;You gave me so much and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish You could stay&lt;br /&gt;but I'll, I'll wait for the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I watch as the cold winter melts into spring&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be remembering You&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'll smell the flowers and hear the birds sing&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be remembering You, I'll be remembering You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the first moment when I heard Your name&lt;br /&gt;Something in my heart came alive&lt;br /&gt;You showed me love and no words could explain&lt;br /&gt;A love with the power to&lt;br /&gt;Open the door&lt;br /&gt;To a world I was made for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I watch as the cold winter melts into spring&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be remembering You&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'll smell the flowers and hear the birds sing&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be remembering You, I'll be remembering You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark night, the hard fight&lt;br /&gt;The long climb up the hill knowing the cost&lt;br /&gt;The brave death, the last breathe&lt;br /&gt;The silence whispering all hope was lost&lt;br /&gt;The thunder, the wonder&lt;br /&gt;A power that brings the dead back to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish You could stay&lt;br /&gt;But I'll wait for the day&lt;br /&gt;And though You've gone away&lt;br /&gt;You come back and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I watch as the cold winter melts into spring&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be remembering You&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'll smell the flowers and hear the birds sing&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be remembering You, I'll be remembering You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll watch as the sun fills a sky that was dark&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be remembering You&lt;br /&gt;And I'll think of the way that You fill up my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be remembering You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be remembering You&lt;br /&gt;I'll be remembering You&lt;br /&gt;I'll be remembering You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be remembering You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Steven Curtis Chapman (Chronicles of Narnia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-114238456852336912?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114238456852336912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114238456852336912&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114238456852336912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114238456852336912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/03/remembering-you.html' title='Remembering You'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114238429494454076</id><published>2006-03-14T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T20:33:18.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeh hai meri kahani</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;yeh hai meri kahani&lt;br&gt;khamosh zindagani&lt;br&gt;sannata keh raha hai&lt;br&gt;kyun zulm seh raha hai&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ek dastaan purani&lt;br&gt;tanhayi ki zubani&lt;br&gt;her zakham khil raha hai&lt;br&gt;kuch mujh se keh raha hai&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;chubtay kantay yadoon ke daaman say chunta hoon&lt;br&gt;girti deewaron ke aanchal mai zinda hoon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;bass yeh meri kahani&lt;br&gt;benishaan nishaani&lt;br&gt;ek darr beh raha hai&lt;br&gt;kuch mujh se keh raha hai&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;chubtay kaanten yadoon ke daaman se chunta hoon&lt;br&gt;girti deewaron ke aanchal mein zinda hoon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;bajay pyaar ki shabnum mere gulistaan mein&lt;br&gt;baraste rehte hain har simt maut ke saye&lt;br&gt;siyahiyon se ulajh padti hain meri aankheinkoi nahi .. &lt;br&gt;koi bhi nahi jo batlaye&lt;br&gt;kitni der ujalon ki raah dekhe&lt;br&gt;koi nahi hai koi bhi nahi&lt;br&gt;na pass na durr&lt;br&gt;yeh pyaar hai&lt;br&gt;dil ki dharkan&lt;br&gt;apni chahat ka jo ellan kiye jaati hai&lt;br&gt;zindagi hai jo jiye jaati hai&lt;br&gt;khoon k ghoont peay jaati hai&lt;br&gt;khwaab aankhon se siye jaati hai&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ab na koi paas hai&lt;br&gt;phir bhi ehsaas hai&lt;br&gt;yahiaon mai uljhi padi&lt;br&gt;jeene ki ek aas hai&lt;br&gt;yadoon ka jungle yeh dil&lt;br&gt;kaanton se jal thal yeh dil&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;chubtay kaanten yadoon ke daaman se chunta hoon&lt;br&gt;girti deewaron ke aanchal mein zinda hoon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~ Strings (Zinda) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-114238429494454076?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114238429494454076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114215478895376786</id><published>2006-03-12T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T01:49:37.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tooth Fairy, The Christmas Stocking</title><content type='html'>Was reading a book the other day, and came across 'The Tooth Fairy, The Christmas Stocking'. Remembered my childhood days :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Tooth Fairy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/320/toothfairy.1.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;The Tooth Fairy is a common childhood myth. When your first tooth falls out, put it under your pillow in the night. During the night, the Tooth Fairy will visit you, take the tooth and leave back a gift for you. In the morning, the Tooth Fairy had indeed been, and left back a compass-box I had asked my parents for some days back. I was ecstatic to see a gift under my pillow that morning, couldnt stop smiling :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Christmas Stocking: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/320/SantaClaus.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we all know, Santa Claus visits all the kids' homes and leaves back gifts in the stockings on christmas eve. Santa Claus, the beloved of Christmas symbols and traditions! One day I asked my parents "Is the Santa Claus story true?" They answered, "Why dont you try it, darling?" Decided to try it the same christmas eve, the inquisitive that I was, I'am ;) When I woke up checked the stocking to see if Santa Claus had come. To my surprise, he came and left back a small amount of hard cash in my stocking :) My joy knew no bounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was only after years that I discovered, it was in fact my parents, and not a supernatural entity, that removed the tooth and left the gift in it's place... left money in my stocking. Thanks Mom-Dad, it was really special :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-114215478895376786?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114215478895376786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114215478895376786&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114215478895376786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114215478895376786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/03/tooth-fairy-christmas-stocking.html' title='The Tooth Fairy, The Christmas Stocking'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114193480922288358</id><published>2006-03-09T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T00:11:47.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Again it is that feeling of hollow&lt;br /&gt;Sees me smile, turns around&lt;br /&gt;leaving me alone, on what ground&lt;br /&gt;my heart sinking, days to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I feel the need to sigh&lt;br /&gt;Sees me lost, doesnt pay heed&lt;br /&gt;hug me close, I feel the need&lt;br /&gt;wish for wings, I could fly high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again they show their back to me&lt;br /&gt;See me away, still no care&lt;br /&gt;sulk I go, this feeling cant bear&lt;br /&gt;O'lord! I wanna break free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again it feels those moments burrow&lt;br /&gt;They nice to me, or just illusive&lt;br /&gt;the fun together, dint long live&lt;br /&gt;I search for a brighter tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I ask this to me&lt;br /&gt;Is it those old blues&lt;br /&gt;or just different hues?&lt;br /&gt;a voice from within, "Dont know why it be" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Again and again and again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-114193480922288358?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114193480922288358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114193480922288358&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114193480922288358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114193480922288358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/03/those-blues.html' title='Those Blues'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114179945370493503</id><published>2006-03-07T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T23:20:18.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/1600/07_26_9.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/320/07_26_9.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt; ~ Saloni (Rhode Island)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I lay there gazing into the air&lt;br /&gt;the fervor around was indeed rare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breeze sang his melody&lt;br /&gt;colors enchant, in rhapsody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She met him, like n'ver before&lt;br /&gt;together beautiful, I adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of her splashes, they anlage&lt;br /&gt;she exhibits her beauty, says I'll manage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shows off the hot hues&lt;br /&gt;she gets the hint, appreciates the blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attracted both, decide to unite&lt;br /&gt;oneness disappeared in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue to ogle the embracing beauty&lt;br /&gt;O'lord! its the magic of the gaiety&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/15343991-114179945370493503?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114179945370493503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114179945370493503&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114179945370493503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114179945370493503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/03/beauty_08.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114154544653484052</id><published>2006-03-04T23:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T12:51:29.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The bond of Matrimony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/1600/marriage.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6589/1417/320/marriage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bonds of matrimony are like any other bonds - they mature slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month on 10th Feb my parents completed 25years of marriage. Was pulling their leg, how can two unlike people like you two bear each other for about 30 years now? I've seen them smile, seen them frown, seen them bicker, seen them love, seen them be parents, seen them be friends! Marriage is an alliance entered into by my dad who can't sleep with the fan on, and my mom who can't sleep without the fan on... its funny! It's so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life. But I guess it more-or-less worked this way for them: I got gaps; you got gaps; we fill each other's gaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting married and staying married are two different things. Its said marriage is a sacred institution with its pros and cons; You have to be in it to believe it. Newlyweds become oldyweds, and oldyweds are the reasons that families work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasnt shocking enough, that last sunday I was speaking to my maternal grandparents (Naana-Naani) . It was the holy day of maha-shivratri... and also their marriage anniversary... hold your breath... their 57th marriage anniversary. When my Naana mentioned this, I was speechless for 10 secs. Didnt know how to react, but to be awe-struck :-) All I could say is I'am very happy for you...! May God Bless the union; may you two stay together forever. It really made me wonder, made me ponder. Hats Off to them! Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More marriages might survive if the partners realized that sometimes the better comes after the worse. What counts in making a happy marriage is not so much how compatible you are, but how you deal with incompatibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A wedding anniversary is the celebration of love, trust, partnership, tolerance and tenacity. The order varies for any given year. ~Paul Sweeney &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/15343991-114154544653484052?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114154544653484052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114154544653484052&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114154544653484052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114154544653484052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/03/bond-of-matrimony.html' title='The bond of Matrimony'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114146306967869704</id><published>2006-03-04T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T01:06:31.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hum Paanch in '06 March</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Kuch dino ki toh baat hai yaaron&lt;br /&gt;na hum tumhe jaante the, na tum hume&lt;br /&gt;na jaane kis ghadi mein hua yeh milaap&lt;br /&gt;mil baithe hum yaar bade pyaar se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Rehta tha meri saheli ke saath&lt;br /&gt;humne dekhe hai uske nakshe kadam&lt;br /&gt;hai bada pyaara sa dost&lt;br /&gt;uski hasi bhoola dete hai gum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Mila karte the hum kahin&lt;br /&gt;Unhone hume seekhaaya chalaana&lt;br /&gt;shukraguzaar hai hum unke&lt;br /&gt;daat deta hai unki awaaz ko rozaana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Khoob nibhaaya inhone dostaana&lt;br /&gt;Inse toh thi humari ek-do mulaaqat&lt;br /&gt;inka dard hai dil mein qaid&lt;br /&gt;logon ko hasaaye, hai yeh itefaaq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Badi sundar gudiya si hai yeh raani&lt;br /&gt;rahi hai inki duniya choti, suhaani&lt;br /&gt;nahi dekha hai inhone zamaana&lt;br /&gt;fir bhi lagti hai yeh hume sabse pyaari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Khuda kare sabko mile aise dost&lt;br /&gt;dil bhar aaye, itna karte hai pyaar&lt;br /&gt;hum haathon ki ongli hai paanch&lt;br /&gt;dua hai rab se, kabhi naa aaye daraar&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/15343991-114146306967869704?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114146306967869704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114146306967869704&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114146306967869704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114146306967869704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/03/hum-paanch-in-06-march_04.html' title='Hum Paanch in &apos;06 March'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15343991.post-114141089642235462</id><published>2006-03-03T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T10:34:56.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May it be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;May it be an evening star&lt;br /&gt;Shines down upon you&lt;br /&gt;May it be when darkness falls&lt;br /&gt;Your heart will be true&lt;br /&gt;you walk a lonely road&lt;br /&gt;Oh! How far you are from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mornie utúlië (darkness has come)&lt;br /&gt;Believe and you will find your way&lt;br /&gt;Mornie alantië (darkness has fallen)&lt;br /&gt;A promise lives within you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May it be the shadow's call&lt;br /&gt;Will fly away&lt;br /&gt;May it be you journey on&lt;br /&gt;To light the day&lt;br /&gt;When the night is overcome&lt;br /&gt;You may rise to find the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mornie utúlië (darkness has come)&lt;br /&gt;Believe and you will find your way&lt;br /&gt;Mornie alantië (darkness has fallen)&lt;br /&gt;A promise lives within you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A promise lives within you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Enya (The Lord of the Rings)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15343991-114141089642235462?l=sal-s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/feeds/114141089642235462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15343991&amp;postID=114141089642235462&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114141089642235462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15343991/posts/default/114141089642235462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sal-s.blogspot.com/2006/03/may-it-be_03.html' title='May it be'/><author><name>SAL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15951294801472724654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
