<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855</id><updated>2009-10-10T23:06:18.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some musing!</title><subtitle type='html'>Some random thoughts that keep me going!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-2807698709871221755</id><published>2007-05-02T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T22:38:09.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O re maajh,i O re maajhi</title><content type='html'>O re maajhi O re maajhi - mere maajhi&lt;br /&gt;Mere sajaan hain us paar&lt;br /&gt;Mein mann maar hoon is paar&lt;br /&gt;O mere maajhi ab ki baar&lt;br /&gt;Le chal paar, le chal paar&lt;br /&gt;Mere sajaan hain us paar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mann ki kitab se tu&lt;br /&gt;Mera naam hi mita dena&lt;br /&gt;Gun tha koi bhi&lt;br /&gt;Avgun mere bhula dena&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujhko aaj ki bida kaa&lt;br /&gt;Mar ke bhi rehta intezaar&lt;br /&gt;Mere sajaan..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat khel, jal jayegi&lt;br /&gt;Kahti hai aag mere mann ki&lt;br /&gt;Main bandini piya ki&lt;br /&gt;Main sangini hoon sajaan ki&lt;br /&gt;Mera khinchti hai aanchal&lt;br /&gt;Mann meet teri har pukaar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful song from the movie &lt;em&gt;Bandini&lt;/em&gt; is written by &lt;em&gt;Gulzar&lt;/em&gt; and sung by &lt;em&gt;RD Burman&lt;/em&gt;. The song beutifully echoes the confusion in &lt;em&gt;Kalyani's&lt;/em&gt; mind and she has to decide whom she wants to choose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-2807698709871221755?l=abhask.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/2807698709871221755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=2807698709871221755' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/2807698709871221755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/2807698709871221755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-re-maajhi-o-re-maajhi.html' title='O re maajh,i O re maajhi'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05576192630694372388'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-60808230493678392</id><published>2007-02-26T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T10:47:03.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Tum ko bhi hai khabar, Mujhko bhi hai pata&lt;br /&gt;Ho raha hai judaa, Dono ka raasta&lt;br /&gt;Dur jaake bhi mujhse tum meri yaadon main rehna&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi alvida na kehna, Kabhi alvida na kehna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jitni thi khushiyaa, Sab kho chuki hai&lt;br /&gt;Bas ek gham hai ki jaata nahi&lt;br /&gt;Samjha ke dekha behla ke dekha&lt;br /&gt;Dil hai ki chain isko aata nahi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aarzoo hai ki hai angarai&lt;br /&gt;Aag hai kab aankhon se behna&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi alvida na kehna, Kabhi alvida na kehna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rut aa rahi hai, Rut jaa rahi hai&lt;br /&gt;Dard ka mausam badla nahi&lt;br /&gt;Rang yeh halka itna hai gehra&lt;br /&gt;Sadiyon main hoga halka nahi, Halka nahi&lt;br /&gt;Kaun jaane kya hona hai&lt;br /&gt;Hum ko hai ab kya kya sehna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi alvida na kehna, Kabhi alvida na kehna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tum ko bhi hai khabar, Mujhko bhi hai pata&lt;br /&gt;Ho raha hai judaa, Dono ka raasta&lt;br /&gt;Dur jaake bhi mujhse tum meri yaadon main rehna&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi alvida na kehna, kabhi alvida na kehna&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one beautiful song from the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna&lt;/span&gt;. Another gem from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Javed Akhtar&lt;/span&gt;, where he successfully captures the listener with the emotions - of love and separation. How easily he describes our state - however hard you try, you can not forget your loved ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-60808230493678392?l=abhask.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/60808230493678392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=60808230493678392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/60808230493678392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/60808230493678392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2007/02/kabhi-alvida-na-kehna.html' title='Kabhi Alvida Na Kehna'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05576192630694372388'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-116032558091823277</id><published>2006-10-08T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T16:02:16.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zindagi Ke Safar Main..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Zindagi ke safar main guzar jaate hain jo mukaam&lt;br /&gt;Woh phir nahin aate, woh phir nahin aate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phool khilte aain, log milte hain&lt;br /&gt;Phool khilte hain, log milte hain magar&lt;br /&gt;Patjhad main jo phool murjha jaate hain&lt;br /&gt;Woh baharon ke aane se khilte nahin&lt;br /&gt;Kuchh log ek roz jo bichhad jaate hain&lt;br /&gt;Woh hazaron ke aane se milte nahin&lt;br /&gt;Umar bhar chahe koi pukaara kare unka naam&lt;br /&gt;Woh phir nahin aate, Woh phir nahin aate&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi ke safar main...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aankh dhokha hai, kya bharosa hai&lt;br /&gt;Aankh dhokha hai, kya bharosa hai suno&lt;br /&gt;Doston shaq dosti ka dushman hai&lt;br /&gt;Apne dil main ise ghar banane na do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kal tadapna pade yaad main jinki&lt;br /&gt;Rok lo rooth kar unko jaane na do&lt;br /&gt;Baad main pyaar ke chahe bhejo hazaron salaam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Woh phir nahin aate, Woh phir nahin aate&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi le safar main...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subah aati hai, shaam jaati hai&lt;br /&gt;Subah aati hai, shaam jaati hai yunhi&lt;br /&gt;Vaqt chalta hi rehta hai rukta nahin&lt;br /&gt;Ek pal main ye aage nikal jaata hai&lt;br /&gt;Aadmi theek se dekh paata nahin&lt;br /&gt;Aur pardey pe manzar badal jaata hai&lt;br /&gt;Ek baar chale jaate hain jo din-raat subah-O-shaam&lt;br /&gt;Woh phir nahin aate, Woh phir nahin aate&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi ke safar main..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an excellent song from the film &lt;i&gt;Aap ki kasam&lt;/i&gt; sung by &lt;i&gt;Kishore Kumar&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Anand Bakshi&lt;/span&gt; has written one of the best songs in the history of Bollywood. The author puts the facts of life in such simple words - that you are left mesmerized!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-116032558091823277?l=abhask.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/116032558091823277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=116032558091823277' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/116032558091823277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/116032558091823277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/10/zindagi-ke-safar-main.html' title='Zindagi Ke Safar Main..'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05576192630694372388'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-115781225580555663</id><published>2006-09-09T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T07:30:55.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another senti forward..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I am back with another forward. This one is also so good:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once this guy who is very much in love with his girl. This romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his future didn't seem too bright, they were very happy together. Until one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back. She also told him that she cannot visualize any future for the both of them, so they went their own ways there and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbroken, the guy agreed. But when he regained his confidence, he worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make something out of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally with all the hard work and the help of friends, this guy had set up his own company .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never fail until you stop trying. One rainy day, while this guy was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain walk ing to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched. It didn't take him long to realize they were his girl's parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them to know that he wasn't the same any more; he had his own company, car, condo, etc. He made it! What he saw next confused him, the couple was&lt;br /&gt;walking towards a cemetery, and so he got out of his car and followed...and he saw his girl, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as ever at him from her tombstone and he saw his paper cranes right beside her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents saw him. He asked them why this had happened. They explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was ill with cancer. She had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not want to be his obstacle... therefore she had chosen to leave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because someone doesn't love you the way you wa nt them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. She had wanted her parents to put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him to her again...he can take some of those back with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have loved, you will always love. For what's in your mind may escape but what's in your heart will remain forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy just wept...The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside her knowing you can't have her, see her or be with her ever again.........hope you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find time to realize that there is one person who means so much to you, for you might wake up one morning losing that person who you thought meant nothing to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-115781225580555663?l=abhask.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/115781225580555663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=115781225580555663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/115781225580555663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/115781225580555663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/09/another-senti-forward.html' title='Another senti forward..'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05576192630694372388'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-115727038340518031</id><published>2006-09-03T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T00:59:43.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pal pal dilke paas..</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Pal Pal Dil Ke Paas Tum Rehti Ho&lt;br /&gt;Jeevan Meethi Pyaas Yeh Kehti Ho&lt;br /&gt;Pal Pal Dil Ke Paas Tum Rehti Ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har Shaam Aankhon Par&lt;br /&gt;Tera Aanchal Lehraye&lt;br /&gt;Har Raat Yaadon Ki&lt;br /&gt;Baarat Le Aaye&lt;br /&gt;Maein Saans Leta Hoon&lt;br /&gt;Teri Khushboo Aati Hai&lt;br /&gt;Ek Mehka Mehka Sa&lt;br /&gt;Paigham Laati Hai&lt;br /&gt;Meri Dil Ki Dhadkan Bhi&lt;br /&gt;Tere Geet Gaati Hai&lt;br /&gt;Pal Pal ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tum Sochogi Kyon Itna&lt;br /&gt;Maein Tumse Pyaar Karoon&lt;br /&gt;Tum Samjhogi Deewana&lt;br /&gt;Maein Bhi Iqraar Karoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dewaanon Ki Yeh Baatein&lt;br /&gt;Deewane Jaante Hain&lt;br /&gt;Jalne Mei Kya Mazaa Hai&lt;br /&gt;Parwane Jaante Hain&lt;br /&gt;Tum Yunhi Jalate Rehna&lt;br /&gt;Aa Aakar Khwabon Mein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a beautiful song from the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blackmail&lt;/span&gt; sung by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kishore Kumar&lt;/span&gt;. I am in awe of the lyrics, how beautifully has the author expressed his emotions - his love for his beloved. And truly, only the person in love knows the joy of the sadness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-115727038340518031?l=abhask.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/115727038340518031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=115727038340518031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/115727038340518031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/115727038340518031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/09/pal-pal-dilke-paas.html' title='Pal pal dilke paas..'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05576192630694372388'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-115485953443684272</id><published>2006-08-06T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T08:53:41.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laakad jalke koyala ho jaaye..</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Laakad jalke koyala hoi jaaye&lt;br /&gt;Koyala hoi jaaye khaak&lt;br /&gt;Jiya jale toh kuchh na hoy re&lt;br /&gt;Na dhuaan na raakh&lt;br /&gt;Jiya na jalaiyyo re&lt;br /&gt;Haai - jiya na jalaiyyo re&lt;br /&gt;Haai - jiya na lagaiyyo re&lt;br /&gt;Hey lakad jalke koyala hoi jaaye&lt;br /&gt;Koyala hoi jaaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barf pighalke paani hoi jaay re&lt;br /&gt;Baadal baala udd jaai re&lt;br /&gt;Peer jiya mein aaisi baithi re baithi&lt;br /&gt;Aaisi baithi re baithi&lt;br /&gt;Na pighle na jaaye re&lt;br /&gt;Nadi kinaare behte - &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;sahaara na lagaiyyo re &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Na lagaiyyo re&lt;br /&gt;Jiya na lagaiyyo re&lt;br /&gt;Haai - jiya na lagaiyyo re&lt;br /&gt;Jiya na jalaiyyo re&lt;br /&gt;Hooo.. laakad jalke koyala hoi jaaye&lt;br /&gt;Koyala hoi jaaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hooo.. jhhute vachan sab saari baatein&lt;br /&gt;Ek barkha ka paani&lt;br /&gt;Baras baras sab beh jaave - sab beh jaave nain&lt;br /&gt;Jeene jitni paani&lt;br /&gt;Saawan se yeh na bujhne ki - jaan na jagaiyyo re&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na jagaiyyo re&lt;br /&gt;Jiya na lagaiyyo re&lt;br /&gt;Haai jiya na jalaiyyo re&lt;br /&gt;Jiya na lagaiyyo re&lt;br /&gt;Jiya na jalaiyyo re&lt;br /&gt;Haai - jiya na jalaiyyo re &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an awesome song from the new film &lt;i&gt;Omkara&lt;/i&gt;. The song is so beautfiully written and sung - each line feels so full of emtions. The movie is also awesome. Its based on Othello and based in western UP. The language/dialogue is though very crude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-115485953443684272?l=abhask.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/115485953443684272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=115485953443684272' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/115485953443684272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/115485953443684272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/08/laakad-jalke-koyala-ho-jaaye.html' title='Laakad jalke koyala ho jaaye..'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05576192630694372388'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-115393070493722880</id><published>2006-07-26T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T09:18:24.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Primary Colors: Reloaded</title><content type='html'>Finally, I have been able to get a Digital SLR. Wow! It feels awesome. And I have some pics off it. I hope to upload them regularly now. Just keep track of the pics at both my photoblogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rgbabhask.blogspot.com"&gt;http://rgbabhask.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bwabhask.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://bwabhask.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have uploaded a new pic on the former blog. Just check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-115393070493722880?l=abhask.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/115393070493722880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=115393070493722880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/115393070493722880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/115393070493722880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/07/primary-colors-reloaded.html' title='Primary Colors: Reloaded'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05576192630694372388'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-115293842012871631</id><published>2006-07-14T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T21:40:20.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teri Deewani..</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Preet ki lath mohe aaisi laagi&lt;br /&gt;Ho gayi main matwaali&lt;br /&gt;Bal bal jaaun apane piya ko&lt;br /&gt;Ke main jaaun vaari vaari&lt;br /&gt;Mohe sudh budh naa rahe tan mann ki&lt;br /&gt;Yeh toh jaane duniya saari&lt;br /&gt;Bebas aur laachar phiru main&lt;br /&gt;Haari main dil haari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tere naam se jee loon&lt;br /&gt;Tere naam se marr jaaun&lt;br /&gt;Teri jaan ke sadke mein kuchh aaisa kar jaaun&lt;br /&gt;Tune kya kar dala marr gayi main mitt gayi main&lt;br /&gt;Ho ri ha ha ri ho gayi main&lt;br /&gt;Teri deewani deewani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ishq junoon jab hadh se badh jaaye&lt;br /&gt;Hanste hanste aashiq suli chadh jaaye&lt;br /&gt;Ishq ka jaadu sar chadhkar bole&lt;br /&gt;Khoob laga lo pehre raste rab khole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yahi ishq ki marzi hain&lt;br /&gt;Yahi rab ki marzi hain&lt;br /&gt;Tere bin jeena kaisa&lt;br /&gt;Tune kya kar dala marr gayi main mitt gayi main&lt;br /&gt;Ho ri ha ha ri ho gayi main&lt;br /&gt;Teri deewani deewani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ke main rang rangili deewani&lt;br /&gt;Ke main albeli main mastani&lt;br /&gt;Gaaun bajaaun sabko rijhaaun&lt;br /&gt;He peer-dharam se begaani&lt;br /&gt;Ke main deewani main deewani&lt;br /&gt;Tere naam se jee loon tere naam se marr jaaun&lt;br /&gt;Tere jaan ke sadle mein kuchh aaisa kar jaaun&lt;br /&gt;Tune kya kar dala marr gayi main mitt gayi main&lt;br /&gt;Ho ri ha ha ri ho gayi main&lt;br /&gt;Teri deewani deewani &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a beautiful song from &lt;em&gt;Kailas&lt;/em&gt;, sung by &lt;em&gt;Kailash Kher.&lt;/em&gt; The lyrics of the song are beautiful - but more than that, I loved the music and the voice of Kailash. The song has really made me &lt;em&gt;deewana&lt;/em&gt; of Kailash - simply superb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-115293842012871631?l=abhask.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/115293842012871631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=115293842012871631' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/115293842012871631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/115293842012871631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/07/teri-deewani.html' title='Teri Deewani..'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05576192630694372388'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-115172599139267440</id><published>2006-06-30T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T20:56:11.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaise suraj ki garmi se..</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Jaise suraj ki garmi se jalte hue tan ko&lt;br /&gt;Mil jaaye taruvar ki chhaaya&lt;br /&gt;Aisa hi sukh mere mann ko mila hai&lt;br /&gt;Main jab se sharan teri aaya, mere ram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bhatka hua mera mann tha koi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mil na raha tha sahaara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laheron se ladti hui naav ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaise mil na raha ho kinaara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mil na raha ho kinaara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Us ladkhadaati hui naav ko jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kisi ne kinaara dikhaaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aisa hi sukh mere mann ko mila hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Main jab se sharan teri aaya, mere ram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suraj ki garmi se jalte hue tan ko&lt;br /&gt;Mil jaaye taruvar ki chhaaya&lt;br /&gt;Sheetal bani aag chandan ke jaisi&lt;br /&gt;Raaghav krupa ho jo teri&lt;br /&gt;Ujiyaali poonam ki ho jaaye raatein&lt;br /&gt;Jo thi amaavas andheri&lt;br /&gt;Yug yug se pyaasi marubhumi ne jaise&lt;br /&gt;Saawan ka sandes paaya&lt;br /&gt;Aisa hi sukh mere mann ko mila hai&lt;br /&gt;Main jab se sharan teri aaya, mere ram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suraj ki garmi se jalte hue tan ko&lt;br /&gt;Mil jaaye taruvar ki chhaaya&lt;br /&gt;Jis raah ki manzil tera milan ho&lt;br /&gt;Us par kadam main badhaaoon&lt;br /&gt;Phoolon mein khaaron mein patjhad bahaaron mein&lt;br /&gt;Main na kabhi dagmagaaoon&lt;br /&gt;Paani ke pyaase ko taqdeer ne jaise&lt;br /&gt;Jee bhar ke amrit pilaaya&lt;br /&gt;Aisa hi sukh mere mann ko mila hai&lt;br /&gt;Main jab se sharan teri aaya, mere ram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suraj ki garmi se jalte hue tan ko&lt;br /&gt;Mil jaaye taruvar ki chhaaya&lt;br /&gt;Aisa hi sukh mere mann ko mila hai&lt;br /&gt;Main jab se sharan teri aaya, mere ram&lt;br /&gt;Suraj ki garmi se jalte hue tan ko&lt;br /&gt;Mil jaaye taruvar ki chhaaya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one melodious song from the album &lt;i&gt;Parinay&lt;/i&gt;. I love the melodious music of the song apart from the wonderful lyrics it has. The song describes the relaxation one gets in devoting some time for the God. You get a more clear vision of what you are intended to do - and what wrongs you are doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-115172599139267440?l=abhask.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/115172599139267440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=115172599139267440' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/115172599139267440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/115172599139267440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/07/jaise-suraj-ki-garmi-se.html' title='Jaise suraj ki garmi se..'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05576192630694372388'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-115095187391050991</id><published>2006-06-21T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T21:51:13.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F.R.I.E.N.D.S Forever..</title><content type='html'>From the very beginning we make friends. Friends, probably even in the hospital. Friends in family, friends in Kindergarten - friends in school, friends in society, friends in college, friends at job et al. Some of the friendships are easily forgotten and some keep on.. Some friendships are blunder and some a beauty to be treasured!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so delighted that I patched up with a very old friend of mine. It is difficult to forget someone whom you trust so much and identify yourself with. But there can be cases when there is some misunderstanding between the two - there could be some thoughts woven by either, which sours the friendship. I feel so honored to have a friend who understands me and stands by me even when I could have made them upset with my misdoings. I feel so small, yet so mature in all this but feel so content the way things turned out. I hope that our friendship is eternal and we stand by each other in times of need and otherwise &lt;amen&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeh dosti hum nahin todenge &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todenge dam magar tera saath na chhodenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/amen&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-115095187391050991?l=abhask.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/115095187391050991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=115095187391050991' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/115095187391050991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/115095187391050991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/06/friends-forever.html' title='F.R.I.E.N.D.S Forever..'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05576192630694372388'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-114856062153060651</id><published>2006-05-25T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T05:37:01.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaad piya ki aaye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yaad piya ki aaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kaisa tha woh vaada, kaisi nibha rahi ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tere bin kaise rahu main, kyun durr jaa rahi ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yaad piya ki aaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Humne tumko jo diya, tumne bhula diya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tumse humko jo mila, yaadon mein bas gaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tum wahi ho meri jaan ho, vaada kiya tha meri rahogi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taaron ki jhilmil chaandani raaten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Labon se labon ki wahi mulakaaten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sadiyon se hai purani teri meri kahaani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yaad karo tum sajana, tu hai meri zindagaani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaisa tha woh vaada, kaisi nibha rahi ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tere bin kaise rahu main, kyun durr jaa rahi ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Humne tumko jo diya, tumne bhula diya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tumse humko jo mila, yaadon mein bas gaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baali umariya suni re dagariya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joban beeta jaaye haay raam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kitne kareeb the sard hawa mein &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zulfen sanwari baahon ne thaame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mujhse ruth na tera, phir se mera manana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yaad karo tum sajana, mujh mein tera sunana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaisa tha woh vaada, kaisi nibha rahi ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tere bin kaise rahu main, kyun durr jaa rahi ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A beautiful song by Abhijeet in the album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lamahe&lt;/span&gt;. Most of the songs from the new album are melodious, and particularly this song. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-114856062153060651?l=abhask.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/114856062153060651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=114856062153060651' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/114856062153060651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/114856062153060651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/05/yaad-piya-ki-aaye.html' title='Yaad piya ki aaye...'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05576192630694372388'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-114636888055968415</id><published>2006-04-29T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T21:14:11.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mein Pal Do Pal Ka Shayar Hoon..</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Mein Pal Do Pal Ka Shayar Hon&lt;br /&gt;Pal Do Pal Meri Kahani Hai&lt;br /&gt;Pal Do Pal Meri Hasti Hai&lt;br /&gt;Pal Do Pal Meri Jawani Hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mujh Se Pehlay Kitnay Shayar Aaye Or Aa Kar Chalay Gaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuch Aahein Bhar Ke Loat Gaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuch Naghmay Ga Kar Chalay Gaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh Bhi Ek Pal Ka Qissa Thay&lt;br /&gt;Mein Bhi Ek Pal Ka Qissa Hon&lt;br /&gt;Kal Tum Se Juda Ho Jaonga&lt;br /&gt;Jo Aaj Tumhara Hissa Hon&lt;br /&gt;Mein Pal Do Pal Ka Shayar Hon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kal Or Aayiengey Naghmon Ki Khilti Kaliyan Chunnay Walay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mujh Se Behtar Kehnay Walay Tum Se Behtar Sunnay Walay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kal Mujh Ko Koi Yaad Karay&lt;br /&gt;Kiyon Mujh Ko Koi Yaad Karay&lt;br /&gt;Masroof Zamana Meray Liye Kiyon Waqt Apna Barbad Karay&lt;br /&gt;Mein Pal Do Pak Ka Shayar Hon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just love this song from the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kabhi Kabhi&lt;/span&gt;. It shows how insignifacnt most of us are. But more often than not, we loose the significance in others eyes, not because of our own limitation but because other people forget us when they find someone better. Next song is in optimistic tone, and I love it too.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maein Har Ek Pal Ka Shaayar Hoon&lt;br /&gt;Har Ek Pal Meri Kahani Hai&lt;br /&gt;Har Ek Pal Meri Hasti Hai&lt;br /&gt;Har Ek Pal Meri Jawaani Hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rishton Ka Roop Badalta Hai, Buniyaden Khatam Nahin Hoti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khwabon Ki Aur Umango Ki, Miyaden Khatam Nahin Hoti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek Phool Mein Tera Roop Basa Ek Phool Mein Meri Jawaani Hai&lt;br /&gt;Ek Chehra Teri Nishaani Hai, Ek Chehra Meri Nishaani Hai&lt;br /&gt;Maein Har Ek Pal Ka Shaayar Hoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tujhko Mujhko Jeevan Amrit, Ab In Haathon Se Peena Hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inki Dhadkan Mein Basna Hai, Inki Saanson Mein Jeena Hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu Apni Adaen Baksh Inhen Maein Apni Wafaen Deta Hoon&lt;br /&gt;Jo Apne Liye Sochi Thi Kabhi, Woh Saari Duaen Deta Hoon&lt;br /&gt;Maein Har Ek Pal Ka Shaayar Hoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel that this song implies that we should not end our relationship with others because of finding some small fault. When you commit - you commit fully, and you have to face the limitations (of each other) together. Both of us need to find solution to the problem together - and one should not run away from the problem.&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/11886855-114636888055968415?l=abhask.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/114636888055968415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=114636888055968415' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/114636888055968415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/114636888055968415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/04/mein-pal-do-pal-ka-shayar-hoon.html' title='Mein Pal Do Pal Ka Shayar Hoon..'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05576192630694372388'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-114542223300185569</id><published>2006-04-18T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T21:50:33.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will always be waiting for you..</title><content type='html'>It’s been many weeks my dear since you told me&lt;br /&gt;That you loved me so dearly and true&lt;br /&gt;But today it seems to me you have changed dear&lt;br /&gt;Are you telling me that our love is through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you’re far far away from me darlin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you’re sad and you don’t know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you feel that no one cares about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will always be waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can’t forget the day that you told me&lt;br /&gt;That you’d love me and be my sweetheart&lt;br /&gt;But it looks like my dear you’ve forgotten&lt;br /&gt;For you say now that we have to part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the days seem so lonesome and dreary&lt;br /&gt;And the nights are so lonely and blue&lt;br /&gt;Since you left me alone here without you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, please come back I’m waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jim &amp;amp; Jesse McReynolds&lt;/span&gt; version of the popular song! And, I belive I dont really need to write anything much regarding it. The song is simply superb. Seems like the English version o f the Hindi single&lt;i&gt;Koee jab tumhaaraa hriaday tod de.&lt;/i&gt; For the ones who could not understand the Hindi version, its here for them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-114542223300185569?l=abhask.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/114542223300185569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=114542223300185569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/114542223300185569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/114542223300185569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-will-always-be-waiting-for-you.html' title='I will always be waiting for you..'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05576192630694372388'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-114403306214620440</id><published>2006-04-02T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T19:57:42.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuchh to log kahenge....</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuchh to log kahenge, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Logon kaa kaam hain kahanaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chhodo bekaar kee baato mein , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kahee beet naa jaaye rainaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuchh reet jagat kee ayesee hai&lt;br /&gt;Har yek subah kee shaam huyee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Too kaun hai, teraa naam hain kyaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sita bhee yahaa badanaam huyee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fir kyo sansaar kee baaton se&lt;br /&gt;Bheeg gaye tere nainaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum ko jo taane dete hai&lt;br /&gt;Hum khoye hain in rang raliyon me&lt;br /&gt;Hum ne un ko bhee chhup chhup ke&lt;br /&gt;Aate dekhaa in galiyon me&lt;br /&gt;Ye sach hain zoothhee baat nahee&lt;br /&gt;Tum bolo ye sach hain naa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the beautiful songs from the film &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amar Prem&lt;/span&gt;, which aptly describes the fact of our society. We are always bothered about what people will think about us. Our society is always up with arms as soon as somebody tries to live his/her dreams. The author suggests: "People will say something, as it is their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duty&lt;/span&gt; to say so! But you should not be bothered about it, lest it is too late".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-114403306214620440?l=abhask.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/114403306214620440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=114403306214620440' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/114403306214620440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/114403306214620440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/04/kuchh-to-log-kahenge.html' title='Kuchh to log kahenge....'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05576192630694372388'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-114269223096565067</id><published>2006-03-18T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T20:00:04.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pareshan raat saari hai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pareshan raat saari hai, sitaron tum to so jao,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sukun-ke-murk tari hai, sitaron tum to so jao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tumhe kya aaj bhi koi agar milne nahi aaya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ye baazi humne haari hai, sitaron tum to so jao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kahe jaate ho ro ro ke humara haal duniya se,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ye kaisi raaz daari hai, sitaron tum to so jao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pareshan raat saari hai, sitaron tum to so jao,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sukun ke murk tari hai, sitaron tum to so jao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a beautiful song by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chitra Singh&lt;/span&gt; from the album "The Milestone". I liked how subtly the poet has shown her emotions; how she says that she is pained and unable to sleep. She is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;, and just wants to be completely alone now; so that she can just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-114269223096565067?l=abhask.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/114269223096565067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=114269223096565067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/114269223096565067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/114269223096565067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/03/pareshan-raat-saari-hai.html' title='Pareshan raat saari hai...'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05576192630694372388'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-114119178909112717</id><published>2006-02-28T21:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T21:43:09.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dekh to dil ki jaan..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dekh to dil ki jaan se uthtaa hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeh dhuaan saa kahaan se uthtaa hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[jaan = where]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gor kis dil-jale ki hai yeh falak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sh'olaa ik subah yaan se uthtaa hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[gor = grave/tomb] [sh'olaa = flame/blaze]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Khaana-e-dil se zinhaar na jaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Koi aise makaan se uthtaa hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[zinhaar = never]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naala sar khenchtaa hai jab meraa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shor ek aasmaan se uthtaa hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ladtee hai uskee chashm-e-shokh jahaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ek aashob waan se uthtaa hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sudh le ghar kee bhi shola-e-awaaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dood kuchh aashiyaan se uthtaa hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baithane kaun de hai phir usko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jo tere aastaan se uthtaa hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Astaan = home/abode]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yoon uthe aah us galee se ham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaise ko'ee jahaan se uthataa hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ishq ik 'Meer' bhaaree patthar hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;bojh kab naatavaan se uthtaa hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[naatavaan = weak]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Meer Taqi Meer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very beautiful poem, showing the pain of love. Describes very beautifuly the trauma one feels while leaving his/her love, and how the love never dies. The translation is lifted from the home page of Anand Kumar Sinha (without his consent :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky isn't but grave of a soul deprived,&lt;br /&gt;how else could it erupt fire(sun) out of its bosom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left her and her abode as if,&lt;br /&gt;someone was saying goodbye to his very life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meer(the poet) says that love is a heavy stone resting right over your heart,&lt;br /&gt;how can a person gifted with so less of will power expect to overpower it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-114119178909112717?l=abhask.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/114119178909112717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=114119178909112717' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/114119178909112717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/114119178909112717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/03/dekh-to-dil-ki-jaan_01.html' title='Dekh to dil ki jaan..'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05576192630694372388'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-114061652745498659</id><published>2006-02-22T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T05:57:48.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of a Mother with one eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Son's Statement:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" My mom only had one eye.  I hated her... she was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students &amp;amp; teachers to support the family. There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day at school one of my classmates said, "EEEE, your mom only has one eye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I confronted her that day and said, " If you're only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don 't you just die?!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom did not respond...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings. I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I studied real hard, got a chance to go to Singapore to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I got married.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a house of my own.&lt;br /&gt;I had kids of my own.&lt;br /&gt;I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, my mother came to visit me. She hadn't seen me in years and she didn't even meet her grandchildren. When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screamed at her, "How dare you come to my house and scare my children! GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to this, my mother quietly answered, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address," and she disappeared out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house in Singapore. So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity. My neighbors said that she died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not shed a single tear. They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom's Letter:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My dearest son,&lt;br /&gt;I think of you all the time. I'm sorry that I came to Singapore and scared your children. I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I'm sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up. You see........when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn't stand watching you having to grow up with one eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gave you mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. With my love to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-114061652745498659?l=abhask.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/114061652745498659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=114061652745498659' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/114061652745498659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/114061652745498659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/02/story-of-mother-with-one-eye.html' title='Story of a Mother with one eye'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05576192630694372388'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-113974525855197850</id><published>2006-02-12T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T03:54:38.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Khali hain tere bina dono aankhiyan</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Khali hain tere bina dono aankhiyan,&lt;br /&gt;tum gaye kahaan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ankhiyon ke aalon mein, tere bina raat bhar&lt;br /&gt;Jaalti hain baatiyan yahaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doobta hai din toh shaam ko&lt;br /&gt;Saaye udte hain, teri yaadein liye&lt;br /&gt;Lakh din hue hain ke raat ko,&lt;br /&gt;Aadhe chand se, teri baatein kiye&lt;br /&gt;Yaad hai kya tujhe raaha ki baariyan wahaan&lt;br /&gt;Khali hain tere bina dono aankhiyan,&lt;br /&gt;tum gaye kahaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ek ek baat yaad hai, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aadhi raat ke, Poore chand ko, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jaagte hue bhi ho khwab mein&lt;br /&gt;Chehra ek hai, leti hoon naam do&lt;br /&gt;Reet ke teeno ki sunti hoon booliyan yahaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khali hain tere bina dono aankiyan,&lt;br /&gt;Tum gaye kahaan&lt;br /&gt;Ankhiyon ke aalon mein, tere bina raat bhar&lt;br /&gt;Jaalti hain, baatiyaan yahaan &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-113974525855197850?l=abhask.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/113974525855197850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=113974525855197850' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113974525855197850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113974525855197850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/02/khali-hain-tere-bina-dono-aankhiyan.html' title='Khali hain tere bina dono aankhiyan'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05576192630694372388'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-113965823376475360</id><published>2006-02-11T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T03:44:21.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hajaar raahe mud ke dekhee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lakh kasmein deen, laalach diye par jaane waale laute nahin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sirf raahon par udte hue sannaton ka ubaar chhod gaye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kab tak koi sannate phankta rahega, zindagi to chalti rahti hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sirf gile reh jaaten hain, aur wafaoon ke jhuke hue sajde, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shayad koi aaye, koi aawaj de kahin se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hajaar raahe mud ke dekhee, kahee se koee sadaa naa aayee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Badee wafaa se nibhaayee tum ne, humaaree thodee see bewafaee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jahaa se tum mod mud gaye the, ye mod ab bhee wahee pade hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hum apane pairon mein jaane kitane, bhanwar lapete huye khade hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kahee kisee roej yoo bhee hotaa, humaaree haalat tumhaaree hotee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jo raat hum ne gujaaree mar ke, wo raat tum ne gujaaree hotee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tumhe ye jid thee ke hum bulaate, humei ye ummeed wo pukaare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hai naam hothhon pe ab bhee lekin  aawaaj mein pad gayee daraare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-113965823376475360?l=abhask.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/113965823376475360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=113965823376475360' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113965823376475360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113965823376475360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/02/hajaar-raahe-mud-ke-dekhee.html' title='Hajaar raahe mud ke dekhee'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05576192630694372388'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-113960338940158104</id><published>2006-02-10T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T12:29:49.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koee jab tumhaaraa hriaday tod de</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Koee jab tumhaaraa hriaday tod de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tadapataa huaa jab koee chhod de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tab tum mere paas aanaa pirye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meraa dar khulaa hai, khulaa hee rahegaa, tumhaare liye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abhee tum ko meree jarurat nahee, bahot chaahanewaale mil jaayenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abhee rup kaa yek saagar ho tum  kanwal jitane chaahogee khil jaayenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Darpan tumhe jab daraane lage, jawaanee bhee daaman chhoodaane lage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tab tum mere paas aanaa pirye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meraa sar zukaa hai, zukaa hain rahegaa, tumhaare liye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Koee sharta hotee naheen pyaar me, magar pyaar sharton pe tum ne kiyaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Najar mein sitaare jo chamake jaraa, buzaane lagee aaratee kaa diyaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jab apanee najar mein hee girane lago, andhero mein apane hee ghirane lago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tab tum mere paas aanaa pirye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ye deepak jalaa hai, jalaa hee rahegaa tumhaare liye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-113960338940158104?l=abhask.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/113960338940158104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=113960338940158104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113960338940158104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113960338940158104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/02/koee-jab-tumhaaraa-hriaday-tod-de.html' title='Koee jab tumhaaraa hriaday tod de'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05576192630694372388'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-113874330462347636</id><published>2006-01-31T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T21:07:02.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another touching forward..</title><content type='html'>A man came home from  work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year-old son waiting for him at  the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Son:&lt;/b&gt;"Daddy, May I ask you a question"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daddy:&lt;/b&gt;"Yeah sure, what  it is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Son:&lt;/b&gt;"Dad, how much do  you make an hour"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daddy:&lt;/b&gt;"That's none of your business. Why do you  ask such a thing? "that man said angrily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Son:&lt;/b&gt;"I just want to know. Please tell me, how  much do you make an hour?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daddy:&lt;/b&gt;"I make Rs. 500 an hour"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh", the little boy replied, with  his head down. Looking up, he said, "Dad, may I please borrow Rs.300?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father was furious, "if the  only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or  other nonsense, then march yourself to your room and go to bed. Think why you are being so  selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy quietly went to his  room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even angrier about  the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some  money? After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think:  "May be there was something he  really needed to buy with that Rs. 300 and he really didn't ask for money very  often!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man went to the door of little boy's room and opened the door. "Are  you sleep, son?" He asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No  daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.&lt;br /&gt;"I've been thinking, may be I was too hard on you  earlier", said the man, "It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on  you. Here's the Rs. 300 you asked  for"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy sat straight up,  smiling "oh thank you dad!" He yelled.&lt;br /&gt;Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled some more  crippled up notes. The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to  get angry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy  slowly counted out his money, then looked up at his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you want money if you already had some?" the  father grumbled.&lt;br /&gt;"Because I didn't have  enough, but now I do," the little boy replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy I have Rs. 500 now. Can I buy an hour of your  time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-113874330462347636?l=abhask.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/113874330462347636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=113874330462347636' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113874330462347636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113874330462347636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-touching-forward.html' title='Another touching forward..'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05576192630694372388'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-113842471261619301</id><published>2006-01-27T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T21:05:12.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tum bin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Tum Bin Jiya Jaaye Kaise&lt;br /&gt;Kaise Jiya Jaaye Tum Bin&lt;br /&gt;Sadiyon Se Lambi Hain Raatein&lt;br /&gt;Sadiyon Se Lambe Hue Din&lt;br /&gt;Aa Jaao Lautkar Tum, Yeh Dil Keh Raha Hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phir Shaam-E-Tanhaai Jaagi&lt;br /&gt;Phir Yaad Tum Aa Rahe Ho&lt;br /&gt;Phir Jaan Nikalne Lagi Hai&lt;br /&gt;Phir Mujhko Tadpaa Rahe Ho&lt;br /&gt;Phir Mujhko Tadpaa Rahe Ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is Dil Mein Yaadon Ke Mele Hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tum Bin Bahut Hum Akele Hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aa Jaao Lautkar Tum, Yeh Dil Keh Raha Hai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kya Kya Na Socha Tha Maine&lt;br /&gt;Kya Kya Na Sapne Sajaaye&lt;br /&gt;Kya Kya Na Chaaha Tha Dil Ne&lt;br /&gt;Kya Kya Na Armaan Jagaaye&lt;br /&gt;Kya Kya Na Armaan Jagaaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is Dil Se Toofaan Guzarte Hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tum Bin To Jeete Na Marte Hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aa Jaao Lautkar Tum, Yeh Dil Keh Raha Hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tum Bin Jiya Jaaye Kaise&lt;br /&gt;Kaise Jiya Jaaye Tum Bin&lt;br /&gt;Sadiyon Se Lambi Hain Raatein&lt;br /&gt;Sadiyon Se Lambe Hue Din&lt;br /&gt;Aa Jaao Lautkar Tum, Yeh Dil Keh Raha Hai...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-113842471261619301?l=abhask.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/113842471261619301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=113842471261619301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113842471261619301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113842471261619301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/01/tum-bin.html' title='Tum bin...'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05576192630694372388'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-113827654720868306</id><published>2006-01-26T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T04:03:20.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a rebel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This post contains some excerpts from the movie Rang de Basanti which may spoil the suspense (if I am allowed the liberty to say so). Please go ahead if you really want to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the director of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rang de Basanti&lt;/span&gt; has done a great job not only in making it an entertainment for 3 hours, but also in provoking thoughts. The movie showcases seven freinds who are approached by a young Britisher to film a movie on Indian Independence struggle. The friends in the process learn about the great Indian struggle and are a bit moved. They get a chance to show their own emotions when one of them dies due to MiG crash. They are outraged when the Defence Minster, in order to project himself as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clean&lt;/span&gt;, says that the crash was due to the negligence of the novice pilot. The movie style changes hence on, which was primarily youth-full rest-less till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friends in the process of living the roles of Bhagat Singh, etc get excited to create a revolution. They believe that "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Behron ko jagane ke liye dhamake ki jaroorat hoti hai" &lt;/span&gt;(Blasts are required to wake up deafs), and thus they kill the Defence Minister. But the media projects him as a martyr which pinches the friends. In order to take the reality to the public, they capture the AIR studio and broadcasts their message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brilliant concept in itself as it would really get your mind on its feet. I guess, the director has made a well-thought movie. But coming to the concept that this movie wants to deliver, is this really the solution to the problem? The situation is dramatically different when you compare the perspectives on both sides - the side of the revolutionaries (I would try to avoid the term terrrorist) and the government (or public). The media is much in control of the political parties and with such constraints it is really difficult to get to the masses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching the movie I compared the incidence to Naxalites. They are popular among masses in their regions, and in most of the cases they are not involved in killing of the people, like the ideolgies of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bhagat Singh&lt;/span&gt;. But as most of are led to believe, they are termed as terrrorists. In New Delhi they are thought of mainly as a nuissance, but for the people they represent, they are like revolutionaries. I like to believe that they had a good plan in mind, but it got lost in the politics and a profit-driven media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, the movie is great in the sense that at least it forces the audience to think. Everybody realizes that something needs to be done. What they did (in the movie) was just a starting. The movie does not encourage violence (since the friends at later stage do not approve of their act fully), but encourages &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; people to join Civil Services and Politics, and also to let only good people come to power. The movie asks people to be aware of their own duties, and to really fulfill them. As the Indian tradition is, we should first perform our duties rather than thinking about our rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way wishing all the readers a very Happy Republic Day.&lt;br /&gt;&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/11886855-113827654720868306?l=abhask.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/113827654720868306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=113827654720868306' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113827654720868306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113827654720868306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/01/be-rebel.html' title='Be a rebel...'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05576192630694372388'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-113809407300969585</id><published>2006-01-24T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T01:14:33.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badee sunee sunee hai....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Badee sunee sunee hai, jindagee ye jindagee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mai khood se hoo yahaa ajanabee, ajanabee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kabhee ek pal bhee, kaheen ye udaasee dil meraa bhoole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tabhee muskuraakar, dabe paawn aa kar, dukh mujhe chhoole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Na kar mujh se gam mere, dillagee ye dillagee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kabhi main na soyaa, kaheen mujh se khoyaa sukh mera aise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pataa naam likh kar kahee yoon hee rakh kar, bhoole koi jaise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ajab dukh bharee hain ye, bebasee ye bebasee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is one of the beutiful songs of the film &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mili. &lt;/span&gt;In the film, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mili&lt;/span&gt; (Jaya Bachhan) suffers from leukemia but still lives a lively life. On the other hand Amitabh Bachhan is well-off but had a few cruel incidences in his private life, and is unable to get out of depression. Mili teaches Amitabh to forget the pains and to welcome each new day with hope and light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mili is in bed at night, when she hears Amitabh singing the song. She is moved by the pain in Amitabh's voice. Amitabh is living a lonely life with nobody to really look forward to share his emotions with, and the song is very apt in reflecting his state of mind. In the song he shows how he is suffering from chronic sorrow,  and how he feels himself unable to forget the past. A masterpiece in itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-113809407300969585?l=abhask.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/113809407300969585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=113809407300969585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113809407300969585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113809407300969585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/01/badee-sunee-sunee-hai.html' title='Badee sunee sunee hai....'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05576192630694372388'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-113800576162676274</id><published>2006-01-23T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T00:42:41.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge Me By The Footprints I Leave Behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco. "Mom and Dad, I'm coming home, but I've got a favor to ask. I have a friend I'd like to bring with me."&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," they replied, "we'd love to meet him."&lt;br /&gt;"There's something you should know," the son continued. "He was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a land mine and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live."&lt;br /&gt;"No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us."&lt;br /&gt;"Son," said the father, "you don't know what you're asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can't let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He'll find a way to live on his own."&lt;br /&gt;At that point, the son hung up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know, their son had only one arm and one leg.&lt;br /&gt;The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good-looking or fun to have around, but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From another forward.&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/11886855-113800576162676274?l=abhask.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/113800576162676274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=113800576162676274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113800576162676274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113800576162676274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/01/judge-me-by-footprints-i-leave-behind.html' title='Judge Me By The Footprints I Leave Behind'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05576192630694372388'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>