<?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-11886855</id><updated>2012-01-26T04:14:30.271-08:00</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?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-1806854665083369369</id><published>2011-11-25T05:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T05:56:12.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humne dekhi hain un ankhon ki mehekti khusboo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LkPEtKO5ARM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;हम ने देखी है, उन आखों की महकती खुशबू&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;हाथ से छूके इसे, रिश्तो का इल्जाम ना दो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;सिर्फ एहसास हैं ये, रूह से महसूस करो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;प्यार को प्यार ही रहने दो कोई नाम ना दो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;प्यार कोई बोल नहीं, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;प्यार आवाज नहीं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;एक खामोशी है,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;सुनाती है, कहा करती है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;ना ये बुझती है, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;ना रुकती है, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;ना ठहरी है कही, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;नूर की बूँद है,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;सदियों से बहा करती हैं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;सिर्फ एहसास हैं ये, रूह से महसूस करो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;प्यार को प्यार ही रहने दो कोई नाम ना दो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;मुस्कराहट सी खिली रहती है आँखों में कही&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;और पलकों पे उजाले से झुके रहते हैं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;होठ कुछ कहते नहीं, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;कापते होठों पे मगर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;कितने खामोश से &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;अफसाने रुके रहते हैं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;सिर्फ एहसास है ये, रूह से महसूस करो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;प्यार को प्यार ही रहने दो कोई नाम ना दो&lt;/span&gt;&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/11886855-1806854665083369369?l=abhask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/1806854665083369369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=1806854665083369369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/1806854665083369369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/1806854665083369369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2011/11/humne-dekhi-hain-un-ankhon-ki-mehekti.html' title='Humne dekhi hain un ankhon ki mehekti khusboo..'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LkPEtKO5ARM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=115485953443684272' title='7 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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=114636888055968415' title='10 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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=114061652745498659' title='30 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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' alt='' /&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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-113765957447217424</id><published>2006-01-18T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T19:46:08.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haath choote bhi to rishtey nahin chhoda karte ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Haath choote bhi to rishtey nahin chhoda karte, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waqt ki shakh se lamhe nahin toda karte.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jis ki awaaz mein silwat ho, nigahon mein shikan,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aisee tasveer ke tukade nahin joda karte. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shahad jeene ka mila karta hai thoda-thoda,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jaane waalon ke liye dil nahin toda karte. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lag ke saahil se jo behta hai, use bahne do,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aisee dariya ka kabhi rukh nahin moda karte. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is yet another beautiful song from the album "Marasim", composed by Gulzar and sung by Jagjit Singh. The word &lt;em&gt;Marasim&lt;/em&gt; means relationship and Gulzar has indeed been very good in his lyrics to capture the beauty of the pain of unsuccessful relations. Jagjit Singh has been criticized by a few due to his repetitive and monotonous style, but even then he is able to have an impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the only song in the album with a positive angle, suggesting one to forget the unsuccessful relations which can provide nothing but sorrow. One should try to forget the past and look forward towards a better future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-113765957447217424?l=abhask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/113765957447217424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=113765957447217424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113765957447217424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113765957447217424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/01/haath-choote-bhi-to-rishtey-nahin.html' title='Haath choote bhi to rishtey nahin chhoda karte ..'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-113739225585566422</id><published>2006-01-15T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T22:18:55.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sham se aankh mein nami si hai..</title><content type='html'>Sham se aankh mein nami si hai&lt;br /&gt;Aaj phir aapki kami si hai&lt;br /&gt;Dafn kar do hame ki saans mile&lt;br /&gt;Nabz kuch der se thami si hai&lt;br /&gt;Waqt rukata nahi tik kar&lt;br /&gt;Iski aadat bhi aadmi si hai&lt;br /&gt;Koi rishta na raha phir bhi&lt;br /&gt;Ek tasleem lazami si hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Gulzar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-113739225585566422?l=abhask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/113739225585566422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=113739225585566422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113739225585566422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113739225585566422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/01/sham-se-aankh-mein-nami-si-hai.html' title='Sham se aankh mein nami si hai..'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-113738412993059387</id><published>2006-01-15T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T20:02:09.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It must have been love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Lay a whisper on my pillow, leave the winter on the ground. &lt;br /&gt;I wake up lonely, there's air of silence in the bedroom and all around. &lt;br /&gt;Touch me now, I close my eyes and dream away.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It must have been love but it's over now. &lt;br /&gt;It must have been good but I lost it somehow. &lt;br /&gt;It must have been love but it's over now. &lt;br /&gt;From the moment we touched 'til the time had run out.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make-believing we're together, that I'm sheltered by your heart. &lt;br /&gt;But in and outside I've turned to water like a teardrop in your palm. &lt;br /&gt;And it's a hard Christmas day, I dream away.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It must have been love but it's over now,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it was all that I wanted, now I'm living without.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It must have been love but it's over now,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's where the water flows, it's where the wind blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Roxette&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/11886855-113738412993059387?l=abhask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/113738412993059387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Yeh to nahin ke gham nahin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeh to nahin ke gham nahin&lt;br /&gt;Haan meri aankh num nahin….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ab na khushi ki hai khushi&lt;br /&gt;Gham ka bhi ab to gham nahin….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum bhi to aaj hum nahin….&lt;br /&gt;Tum bhi to tum nahin ho aaj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maut agar shey-maat hai&lt;br /&gt;Maut se zist kum nahin….&lt;/blockquote&gt;Don’t say, no sorrow ever strike me&lt;br /&gt;It did but nobody could however see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No big happiness now enchant me&lt;br /&gt;Nor for any sorrow do I grieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither are you, the true you&lt;br /&gt;Nor me, the real me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For death be my check-mate,&lt;br /&gt;Life I live is no less than dying each day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~Firaq Gorakhpuri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-113708601715778723?l=abhask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/113708601715778723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=113708601715778723' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113708601715778723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113708601715778723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/01/yeh-to-nahin-ke-gham-nahin.html' title='Yeh to nahin ke gham nahin...'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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mein&lt;br /&gt;dil se dhadkan bhula dena aasan nahi hai&lt;br /&gt;ab toh aadat si hai mujhko aaise jeene mein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juda hoke bhi tu mujhmein kahi baaki hai&lt;br /&gt;palkon mein banke aansu tu chali aati hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ab toh aadat si hai mujhko aaise jeene mein&lt;br /&gt;yeh jo yaadein hai ..&lt;br /&gt;sabhi kaatein hai ..&lt;br /&gt;katado inhe ..&lt;br /&gt;ab toh aadat si hai mujhko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(from the movie Kalyug; Some people thought it to be my creation :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-113657632965380870?l=abhask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/113657632965380870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=113657632965380870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113657632965380870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113657632965380870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/01/juda-hoke-bhi.html' title='Juda hoke bhi..'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-113647047408222312</id><published>2006-01-05T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T20:07:54.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight!</title><content type='html'>"And then,tonite...&lt;br /&gt;he scribbled 'dat' name on a piece of paper...&lt;br /&gt;again...&lt;br /&gt;despite the pain,&lt;br /&gt;despite the rain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soft, blushing paper,&lt;br /&gt;soft, giggling heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &amp; the stars woke the night long...&lt;br /&gt;n d night today..seemed not so long..&lt;br /&gt;n they talked for hours straight,&lt;br /&gt;about.....'dat'...&lt;br /&gt;morning came,&lt;br /&gt;the sun woke up again..&lt;br /&gt;the stars,who shared the rain, disappeared...&lt;br /&gt;n he safely folded the piece of paper,&lt;br /&gt;wid 'dat' name written on it...&lt;br /&gt;n kept it in between pages of his book....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n then,tonite...&lt;br /&gt;he scribbled 'dat' name on a piece of paper...&lt;br /&gt;again...&lt;br /&gt;despite the rain,&lt;br /&gt;despite the pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soft,blooding paper..&lt;br /&gt;soft,aching heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &amp;amp; the stars woke the night long..&lt;br /&gt;n d night today...seemed so long..&lt;br /&gt;n they talked for hours straight,&lt;br /&gt;about...'dat'...&lt;br /&gt;morning finally came,&lt;br /&gt;the sun woke up again...&lt;br /&gt;the stars,who shared the pain, disappeared...&lt;br /&gt;n he 'safely' tore the piece of paper..&lt;br /&gt;wid 'dat' name written on it..&lt;br /&gt;n kept it in between pages of his book..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Yaser&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-113647047408222312?l=abhask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/113647047408222312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=113647047408222312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113647047408222312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113647047408222312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/01/tonight.html' title='Tonight!'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-113643204449011211</id><published>2006-01-04T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T19:51:35.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luka Chuppi</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Luka Chuppi bahut huyi, saamne aa ja naa&lt;br /&gt;Kahan kahan dhoondha tujhe, thak gayi hai ab teri maa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaja saanjh hui, mujhe teri fikar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dhundhla gayi dekh meri nazar, aa ja na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kya bataoon maa, kahan hoon main&lt;br /&gt;Yahan udney ko mere khula aasmaan hai&lt;br /&gt;Tere kisson jaisa bhola salona jahan hain yahan, sapno vala&lt;br /&gt;Meri patang ho befikar udd rahi hai maa&lt;br /&gt;Dor koi loote nahin, beech se kaate na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaja saanjh hui, mujhe teri fikar&lt;br /&gt;Dhundhla gayi dekh meri nazar, aa ja na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teri raah takey aankhiyaan,&lt;br /&gt;jaane kaisa kaisa hoye jiyaa&lt;br /&gt;Dheere dheere aangan utre andhera,&lt;br /&gt;mera deep kahan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhalke suraj kare ishara chanda tu hai kahan&lt;br /&gt;Mere chanda tu hai kahan?&lt;br /&gt;Luka Chuppi bahut huyi, saamne aa ja naa&lt;br /&gt;Kahan kahan dhoondha tujhe, thak gayi hai ab teri maa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aaja saanjh hui, mujhe teri fikar&lt;br /&gt;Dhundhla gayi dekh meri nazar, aa ja na&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kaise tujhko dikhaun yahaan hai kya?&lt;br /&gt;Maine jharne se paani maa, tod ke piya hai&lt;br /&gt;Guchcha guchcha kaee khwabon ka uchal ke chuwa hai&lt;br /&gt;Chaaya liya bhali dhoop yahaan hai&lt;br /&gt;Naya naya sa hai roop yahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yahaan sab kuch hai maa phir bhi&lt;br /&gt;Lage bin tere mujhko akela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aaja saanjh hui, mujhe teri fikar&lt;br /&gt;Dhundhla gayi dekh meri nazar, aa ja na&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had been listening to this song from &lt;em&gt;"Rang de Basanti"&lt;/em&gt; for some time now, and found it really touching. The good lyrics are coupled with a very good music and beautifull voice from both Lata and Rahman. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some of the lines are particulary tender, like the one in which &lt;em&gt;"ma"&lt;/em&gt; (Mother) cares about her son as its dark now. Indian society (or rather Eastern world) is rather different from the western world, where family bonds are valued more than most other things. Its customary for all the members of family to be at home after the sun sets and have the dinner together. Mother is concerned about her son and waits for him to return. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Similarly the lines &lt;em&gt;"jaane kaisa kaisa hoye jiyaa"&lt;/em&gt; shows how concerned the mother is about his son and various ill-thoughts trouble her. Moreover, in Indian culture the child is often compared with the &lt;em&gt;"deep"&lt;/em&gt; (candle) lighting home. The son is also troubled living away from his mother for qutie some time now, and even though he has so many conformts, he really misses his mother. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Though I havent seen the movie, I believe it is to motivate NRIs to return. &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/11886855-113643204449011211?l=abhask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/113643204449011211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=113643204449011211' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113643204449011211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113643204449011211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2006/01/luka-chuppi.html' title='Luka Chuppi'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-113604456761114270</id><published>2005-12-31T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T07:56:07.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>नये साल कि हार्दिक शुभकामनाये, :)</title><content type='html'>आपको नये साल मे...&lt;br /&gt; चन्द्रगुप्त कि शक्ति&lt;br /&gt;मीरबाई कि भक्ति&lt;br /&gt;राजा चन्द्र क ग्यान&lt;br /&gt;कर्ण क दान&lt;br /&gt;आइन्स्टीन कि बुद्धिन&lt;br /&gt;नोबेल प्राइज़ कि सिद्धि&lt;br /&gt;गाधी की अहिसा&lt;br /&gt;भारत कि परम्परा&lt;br /&gt;वाजपेयी कि मर्यादा&lt;br /&gt;निज़ाम कि सम्पदा&lt;br /&gt;माइकल जोर्डन कि सैलरी&lt;br /&gt;अब्दुल कलाम कि वोकबुलरी&lt;br /&gt;भगत सिह का देशप्रेम&lt;br /&gt;स्वीटहार्ट क अमरप्रेम&lt;br /&gt;माइक्रोसोफ़्त के शेयर&lt;br /&gt;रुपियो के ढेर&lt;br /&gt;टाटा के सेन्सेस&lt;br /&gt;अम्बानि के लाइसेन्सेस&lt;br /&gt;बिरल क बन्गला&lt;br /&gt;दलेर का भागडा&lt;br /&gt;आमिताभ की स्टाईल&lt;br /&gt;माधुरी की स्माइल&lt;br /&gt;शाहरुख की पर्सोनलीटी&lt;br /&gt;ऐश्वर्या की पोपुलरिटी&lt;br /&gt;वोर्ल्ड टूर का टिकेट&lt;br /&gt;तेन्दुल्कर क विकेट&lt;br /&gt;ऎडमिनिस्ट्रटर के पास्वोर्ड&lt;br /&gt;जोक्स के फ़ोर्वर्ड्स&lt;br /&gt;मर्सीडीज़ कि कार&lt;br /&gt;डाइमन्ड का हार&lt;br /&gt;और लोगो का ढेर सारा प्यार प्राप्त हो...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;नये साल कि हार्दिक शुभकामनाये, :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-113604456761114270?l=abhask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/113604456761114270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=113604456761114270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113604456761114270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113604456761114270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title='नये साल कि हार्दिक शुभकामनाये, :)'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-113551631616017611</id><published>2005-12-25T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T20:09:32.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7371/437/1600/DSCN0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7371/437/400/DSCN0041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its again the festive time of year. We are fortunate to have festive season throughout the year, here in India. Diwali in October, New Year (you know when!) and then Holi. Eid keeps on changing its time and many other festivals throughout the year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, wishing you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy and prosperous New Year ahead! I hope that God keeps you in festive spirits throughout the year (and life).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The picture was taken on the occassion of Christmas '04 in Singapore. The X-mas tree in picture was then the largest in world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-113551631616017611?l=abhask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/113551631616017611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=113551631616017611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113551631616017611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113551631616017611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-113274791153599046</id><published>2005-11-23T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T04:18:51.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation Hymn (Nāsadīya) - Hiranyagarbha Sukta</title><content type='html'>This is the title song of Bharat ek Khoj, which I think is inspired from Creation Hymn (Nāsadīya) of Rig Veda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SrushTee se pehle sat nahin thaa, asat bhi nahin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antariksh bhi nahin, aakaash bhi nahin thaa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chhipaa thaa kyaa, kahaan, kisne Dhakaa thaa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Us pal to agam, aTal jal bhi kahaan thaa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SrushTee kaa kaun hain kartaa. Kartaa hain yeh vaa akartaa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oonche aakash mein rahtaa.Sadaa adhyaksh banaa rahtaa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wohin sach much mein jaanataa...yaa nahin bhi jaanataa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hain kisi ko nahin pataa...Nahin pataa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nahin hain pataa....nahin hain pataa.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voh tha hiranya garbh srishti se pehle vidyamaan &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vohi to saare bhoot jaat ka swami mahaan &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;jo hai astitvamaana dharti aasmaan dhaaran kar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aise kis devta ki upasana kare hum avi dekar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jis ke bal par tejomay hai ambar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prithvi hari bhari sthapit sthir &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swarg aour sooraj bhi sthir &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aise kis devta ki upasana kare hum avi dekar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Garbh mein apne agni dhaaran kar paida kar  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vyapa tha jal idhar udhar neeche upar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jagaa chuke vo ka ekameva pran bankar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aise kis devta ki upasana kare hum avi dekar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Om ! Srishti nirmata swarg rachayta purvaj rakhsa kar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Satya dharma palak atul jal niyamak raksha kar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phaili hain dishayen bahu jaisi uski sab mein sab par &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aisi hi devta ki upasana kare hum avi dekar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aisi hi devta ki upasana kare hum avi dekar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The English Translation of the hymn is as follows (source Microsoft Student 2006):&lt;br /&gt;There was neither non-existence nor existence then; there was neither the realm of space nor the sky which is beyond. What stirred? Where? In whose protection? Was there water, bottomlessly deep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was neither death nor immortality then. There was no distinguishing sign of night nor of day. That one breathed, windless, by its own impulse. Other than that there was nothing beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness was hidden by darkness in the beginning; with no distinguishing sign, all this was water. The life force that was covered with emptiness, that one arose through the power of heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desire came upon that one in the beginning; that was the first seed of mind. Poets seeking in their heart with wisdom found the bond of existence in non-existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their cord was extended across. Was there below? Was there above? There were seed-placers; there were powers. There was impulse beneath; there was giving-forth above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who really knows? Who will here proclaim it? Whence was it produced? Whence is this creation? The gods came afterwards, with the creation of this universe. Who then knows whence it has arisen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whence this creation has arisen—perhaps it formed itself, or perhaps it did not—the one who looks down on it, in the highest heaven, only he knows—or perhaps he does not know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-113274791153599046?l=abhask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/113274791153599046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=113274791153599046' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113274791153599046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113274791153599046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2005/11/creation-hymn-nsadya-hiranyagarbha.html' title='Creation Hymn (Nāsadīya) - Hiranyagarbha Sukta'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-113179303948227322</id><published>2005-11-12T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T02:57:55.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A reason to smile</title><content type='html'>I saw a reason to smile today&lt;br /&gt;when I saw a butterfly flutter its wings around my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a reason to smile today,&lt;br /&gt;when I heard the children laughing and playing&lt;br /&gt;under the warm sun of May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a reason to smile today,&lt;br /&gt;when I looked up and saw no clouds of gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all,&lt;br /&gt;I saw a reason to smile today,&lt;br /&gt;when I saw you pass by, which completed my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;~ Angela Ferrer&lt;/span&gt;  (Sep 19, 1789)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-113179303948227322?l=abhask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/113179303948227322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=113179303948227322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113179303948227322'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kabse hai dil mein mere armaan kai ankahe&lt;br /&gt;inko tu sunle aaja chaahat ke rang chadha jaa&lt;br /&gt;kehna kabhi to mera maan, haai&lt;br /&gt;jiya dhadak dhadak jaaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lagta hain yeh kyu mujhe sadiyon se chaahu tujhe&lt;br /&gt;mere sapno mein aake, apna mujhko banake&lt;br /&gt;mujhpe tu kar ehsaan, haai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiya dhadak dhadak jaaye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-113171565834035605?l=abhask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/113171565834035605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=113171565834035605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113171565834035605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113171565834035605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2005/11/jiya-dhadak-dhadak-jaye.html' title='Jiya Dhadak Dhadak Jaye...'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-113060090083032089</id><published>2005-10-29T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T20:33:28.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few bful lines...</title><content type='html'>Koi diwana kehta hai, koi pagal samajhta hai,&lt;br /&gt;Magar dharti ki baichani ko bas badal samajhta hai.&lt;br /&gt;Main tujhse door kaisa hoon, tu mujhse door kaisi hai,&lt;br /&gt;Yeh tera dil samajhta hai ya mera dil samajhta hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohabbat ek ehsason ki pawan si kahani hai,&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi kabira diwana tha, kabhi mira diwani hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yahan sab log kahte hain meri aankhon mein ansoon hain,&lt;br /&gt;Jo tu samjhe to moti hai, jo na samjhe to pani hai. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samandar pir ka andar hai lekin ro nahin sakta,&lt;br /&gt;Yeh ansoon pyar ka moti hai, isko kho nahin sakta.&lt;br /&gt;Meri chahat ko dulhan tu bana lena, magar sun le,&lt;br /&gt;Jo mera ho nahin paya, woh tera ho nahin sakta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhramar koi kumudini par machal baitha to hungama,&lt;br /&gt;humaare dil mein koi khwab pal baitha to hungama.&lt;br /&gt;Abhi tak dhoob kar sunte the sab kissa mohabbat ka,&lt;br /&gt;Main kisse ko haqiqat mein badal baitha to hungama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Dr Kumar Viswas (At Moksha'04, NSIT)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-113060090083032089?l=abhask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/113060090083032089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=113060090083032089' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113060090083032089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113060090083032089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2005/10/few-bful-lines.html' title='A few bful lines...'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-113060048859421574</id><published>2005-10-29T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T08:45:01.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pagli Ladki</title><content type='html'>Mawas ki kaali raaton mein dil ka darwaja khulta hai,&lt;br /&gt;Jab dard ki pyaali raaton mein gam ansoon ke sang hote hain,&lt;br /&gt;Jab pichwade ke kamre mein hum nipat akele hote hain,&lt;br /&gt;Jab ghadiyan tik-tik chalti hain, sab sote hain, hum rote hain,&lt;br /&gt;Jab baar baar dohrane se saari yaadein chuk jaati hain,&lt;br /&gt;Jab unch-neech samjhane mein mathe ki nas dukh jaati hain,&lt;br /&gt;Tab ek pagli ladki ke bin jeena gaddari lagta hai,&lt;br /&gt;Aur us pagli ladki ke bin marna bhi bhari lagta hai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jab pothe khali hote hain, jab har sawali hote hain,&lt;br /&gt;Jab gazlen raas nahin aatin, afsane gaali hote hain. &lt;br /&gt;Jab baasi feeki dhoop sametein din jaldi dhal jaata hai,&lt;br /&gt;Jab suraj ka laskhar chhat se galiyon mein der se jaata hai,&lt;br /&gt;Jab jaldi ghar jaane ki ichha mann hi mann ghut jaati hai,&lt;br /&gt;Jab college se ghar laane waali pahli bus chhut jaati hai,&lt;br /&gt;Jab beman se khaana khaane par maa gussa ho jaati hai,&lt;br /&gt;Jab lakh mana karne par bhi paaro padhne aa jaati hai,&lt;br /&gt;Jab apna har manchaha kaam koi lachari lagta hai,&lt;br /&gt;Tab ek pagli ladki ke bin jeena gaddari lagta hai,&lt;br /&gt;Aur us pagli ladki ke bin marna bhi bhari lagta hai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jab kamre mein sannate ki awaj sunai deti hai,&lt;br /&gt;Jab darpan mein aankhon ke neeche jhai dikhai deti hai,&lt;br /&gt;Jab badki bhabhi kahti hain, kuchh sehat ka bhi dhyan karo,&lt;br /&gt;Kya likhte ho dinbhar, kuchh sapnon ka bhi samman karo,&lt;br /&gt;Jab baba waali baithak mein kuchh rishte waale aate hain,&lt;br /&gt;Jab baba humein bulate hain, hum jaate hain, ghabrate hain,&lt;br /&gt;Jab saari pahne ek ladki ka ek photo laya jaata hai, &lt;br /&gt;Jab bhabhi humein manati hain, photo dikhlaya jaata hai,&lt;br /&gt;Jab saare ghar ka samjhana humko fankari lagta hai,&lt;br /&gt;Tab ek pagli ladki ke bin jeena gaddari lagta hai,&lt;br /&gt;Aur us pagli ladki ke bin marna bhi bhari lagta hai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didi kahti hain us pagli ladki ki kuchh aukat nahin,&lt;br /&gt;Uske dil mein bhaiya tere jaise pyare jasbat nahin,&lt;br /&gt;Woh pagli ladki nau din mere liye bhooki rahti hai,&lt;br /&gt;Chup-chup saare vrat karti hai, par mujhse kabhi na kahti hai,&lt;br /&gt;Jo pagli ladki kahti hai, main pyar tumhi se karti hoon,&lt;br /&gt;Lekin mein hoon majboor bahut, amma-baba se darti hoon,&lt;br /&gt;Us pagli ladki par apna kuchh adhikar nahin baba,&lt;br /&gt;Yeh katha-kahani kisse hain, kuchh bhi to saar nahin baba,&lt;br /&gt;Bas us pagli ladki ke sang jeena fulwari lagta hai,&lt;br /&gt;Aur us pagli ladki ke bhin marna bhi bhari lagta hai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Dr Kumar Viswas (At Moksha'04, NSIT)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-113060048859421574?l=abhask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/113060048859421574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=113060048859421574' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113060048859421574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/113060048859421574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2005/10/pagli-ladki.html' title='Pagli Ladki'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-112835467441281872</id><published>2005-10-03T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T08:51:21.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitni baatein yaad aati hai</title><content type='html'>Hariharan:&lt;br /&gt;Kitni baatein yaad aati hai&lt;br /&gt;Tasveerein si ban jaati hain&lt;br /&gt;Main kaise inhein bhooloon&lt;br /&gt;Dil ko kya samjhaaun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadhana:&lt;br /&gt;Kitni baatein kehne ki hai&lt;br /&gt;Honton par jo sehmi si hai&lt;br /&gt;Ik roz inhein sun lo&lt;br /&gt;Kyun aise gum-sum ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hariharan:&lt;br /&gt;Kyun poori ho na paayi daastaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadhana:&lt;br /&gt;Kaise aayi hai aisi dooriyaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hariharan:&lt;br /&gt;Dono ke dilon mein chhupa hai&lt;br /&gt;Jo ik anjaana sa gham&lt;br /&gt;Kya ho paayega woh kam&lt;br /&gt;Koyi kya kahe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadhana:&lt;br /&gt;Dono ne kabhi zindagi ke&lt;br /&gt;Ik mod pe bhi jo paayi&lt;br /&gt;Hai kaisi woh tanhaai&lt;br /&gt;Koyi kya kahe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hariharan:&lt;br /&gt;Kitna viraan hai ye sama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadhana:&lt;br /&gt;Saanson mein jaise ghulta hai dhuwaan&lt;br /&gt;Kaisi aayi hai aisi dooriyaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hariharan:&lt;br /&gt;Kitni baatein yaad aati hai&lt;br /&gt;Tasveerein si ban jaati hain&lt;br /&gt;Main kaise inhein bhooloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadhana:&lt;br /&gt;Tumse aaj yun milke dil ko&lt;br /&gt;Yaad aaye lamhein kal ke&lt;br /&gt;Ye aansoon kyun hai chhalke&lt;br /&gt;Ab kya kahen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hariharan:&lt;br /&gt;Tumne hamko dekha jo aise&lt;br /&gt;Toh ik umeed hai jaagi&lt;br /&gt;Phir tumse pyaar paane ki&lt;br /&gt;Ab kya kahen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadhana:&lt;br /&gt;Aa gaye ham kahaan se kahaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hariharan:&lt;br /&gt;Dekhe mudke ye dil ka kaarvaan&lt;br /&gt;Kaisi aayi hai aisi dooriyaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadhana:&lt;br /&gt;Kitni baatein kehne ki hai&lt;br /&gt;Honton par jo sehmi si hai&lt;br /&gt;Ik roz inhein sunlo&lt;br /&gt;Kyun aise gum-sum ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hariharan:&lt;br /&gt;Kitni baatein yaad aati hai&lt;br /&gt;Tasveerein si ban jaati hain&lt;br /&gt;Main kaise inhein bhooloon&lt;br /&gt;Dil ko kya samjhaaun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-112835467441281872?l=abhask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/112835467441281872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=112835467441281872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/112835467441281872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/112835467441281872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2005/10/kitni-baatein-yaad-aati-hai.html' title='Kitni baatein yaad aati hai'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-112411351071538273</id><published>2005-08-15T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T02:46:41.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A heart warming story!</title><content type='html'>Each year he sent her roses,&lt;br /&gt;and the note would always say,&lt;br /&gt;I love you even more this year,&lt;br /&gt;than last year on this day.&lt;br /&gt;My love for you will always grow,&lt;br /&gt;with every passing year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew this was the last time&lt;br /&gt;that the roses would appear.&lt;br /&gt;She thought, he ordered roses&lt;br /&gt;in advance before this day.&lt;br /&gt;Her loving husband did not know,&lt;br /&gt;that he would pass away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always liked to do things early,&lt;br /&gt;way before the time.&lt;br /&gt;Then, if he got too busy,&lt;br /&gt;everything would work out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She trimmed the stems and&lt;br /&gt;placed them in a very special vase.&lt;br /&gt;Then, sat the vase beside&lt;br /&gt;the portrait of his smiling face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would sit for hours,&lt;br /&gt;In her husband's favorite chair.&lt;br /&gt;While staring at his picture,&lt;br /&gt;and the roses sitting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year went by, and it was&lt;br /&gt;to live without her mate.&lt;br /&gt;With loneliness and solitude,&lt;br /&gt;that had become her fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the very hour,&lt;br /&gt;The doorbell rang, and there&lt;br /&gt;were roses sitting by her door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought the roses in,&lt;br /&gt;and then just looked at them in shock.&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to get the telephone,&lt;br /&gt;to call the florist shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner answered, and she asked him,&lt;br /&gt;if he would explain, Why would someone&lt;br /&gt;would  do this to her, causing her such pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know your husband passed away,&lt;br /&gt;more than a year ago,"&lt;br /&gt;The owner said,&lt;br /&gt;"I knew you'd call, and you would want to know.&lt;br /&gt;The flowers you received today,&lt;br /&gt;were paid for in advance.&lt;br /&gt;Your husband always planned ahead,&lt;br /&gt;he left nothing to chance.&lt;br /&gt;There is a standing order,&lt;br /&gt;that I have on file down here,&lt;br /&gt;And he has paid, well in advance,&lt;br /&gt;you'll get them every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There also is another thing,&lt;br /&gt;that I think you should know,&lt;br /&gt;He wrote a special little card...he did this years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Then, should ever I find out that he's no longer here, that's&lt;br /&gt;the card&lt;br /&gt;that should be sent to you&lt;br /&gt;the following year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing&lt;br /&gt;hard.&lt;br /&gt;Her fingers shaking,&lt;br /&gt;as she slowly reached to get the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note.&lt;br /&gt;Then, as she stared in total silence,&lt;br /&gt;this is what he wrote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello my love,&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been a year  since I've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;I know it must be lonely,&lt;br /&gt;and the pain is very real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if it was the other way,&lt;br /&gt;I know how I would feel.&lt;br /&gt;The love we shared made everything&lt;br /&gt;so beautiful in life.&lt;br /&gt;I loved you more than words can say,&lt;br /&gt;you were the perfect wife.&lt;br /&gt;You were my friend and lover,&lt;br /&gt;you fulfilled my every need.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's only been a year,&lt;br /&gt;but please try not to grieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be happy,&lt;br /&gt;even when you shed your tears.&lt;br /&gt;That is why the roses will be sent to you for years.&lt;br /&gt;When you get these roses,&lt;br /&gt;think of all the happiness that we had together,&lt;br /&gt;and how both of us were blessed.&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved you and&lt;br /&gt;I know I always will.&lt;br /&gt;But, my love, you must go on,&lt;br /&gt;you have some living still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please...try to find happiness,&lt;br /&gt;while living out your days.&lt;br /&gt;I know it is not easy,&lt;br /&gt;but I hope you find some ways.&lt;br /&gt;The roses will come every year,&lt;br /&gt;and they will only stop,&lt;br /&gt;When your door's not answered,&lt;br /&gt;when the florist stops to knock.&lt;br /&gt;He will come five times that day,&lt;br /&gt;in case you have gone out.&lt;br /&gt;But after his last visit,&lt;br /&gt;he will know without a doubt!&lt;br /&gt;To take the roses to the place,&lt;br /&gt;where I've instructed him&lt;br /&gt;and place the roses where we are,  together once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(from another forward)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11886855-112411351071538273?l=abhask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/112411351071538273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=112411351071538273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/112411351071538273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/112411351071538273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2005/08/heart-warming-story.html' title='A heart warming story!'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-111693814629661375</id><published>2005-05-24T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T05:47:17.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another forward.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recieved this forward recently, and I really found it cute. So, I thought of sharing it with you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Love story that you will never forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He met her on a party. She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but due to being polite, she promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything. She felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home; suddenly he asked the waiter: "would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee.&lt;br /&gt;"Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but, still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously: why you have this hobby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He replied: "when I was a little boy, I was living near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea , just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who are still living there". While saying that tears filled his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She was deeply touched. That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home..Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married to the prince, then they were living the happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he likedit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: "My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication!I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything.. Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again". Her tears made the letter totally wet.Someday, someone asked her: what's the taste of salty coffee?It's sweet.She replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss and ends with a tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,check yet another one ... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A touching love story that 'll make u cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10th Grade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     As I sat there in English class,&lt;br /&gt;     I stared at the girl next to me.&lt;br /&gt;     She was my so called 'best friend'.&lt;br /&gt;     I stared at her long, silky hair,&lt;br /&gt;     and wished she was mine.&lt;br /&gt;     But she didn't notice me like that,&lt;br /&gt;     and I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;     After class,&lt;br /&gt;     she walked up to me and asked me for&lt;br /&gt;     the notes she had missed the day before.&lt;br /&gt;     I handed them to her.She said 'thanks'&lt;br /&gt;     and gave me a kiss on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;     I want to tell her, I want her to know&lt;br /&gt;     that I don't want to be just friends,&lt;br /&gt;     I love her but I'm just too shy,&lt;br /&gt;     and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11th grade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      The phone rang. On the other end,&lt;br /&gt;      it was her. She was in tears,&lt;br /&gt;      mumbling on and on about how&lt;br /&gt;      her love had broke her heart.&lt;br /&gt;      She asked me to come over&lt;br /&gt;      because she didn't want to be alone, So I did.&lt;br /&gt;      As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her&lt;br /&gt;      soft eyes, wishing she was mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;        After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie,&lt;br /&gt;      and three bags of chips,&lt;br /&gt;      she decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;      She looked at me, said 'thanks'&lt;br /&gt;      and gave me a kiss&lt;br /&gt;      on the cheek..I want to tell her,&lt;br /&gt;      I want her to know that&lt;br /&gt;      I don't want to be just friends,&lt;br /&gt;      I love her but I'm just too shy,&lt;br /&gt;      and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Senior year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      One fine day she walked to my locker.&lt;br /&gt;      "My date is sick" she said,&lt;br /&gt;      "hes not gonna go" well,&lt;br /&gt;      I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade,&lt;br /&gt;      we made a promise that&lt;br /&gt;      if neither of us had dates,&lt;br /&gt;      we would go together just as 'best friends'.&lt;br /&gt;      So we did.&lt;br /&gt;      That night, after everything was over,&lt;br /&gt;      I was standing at her front door step.&lt;br /&gt;      I stared at her as She smiled at me&lt;br /&gt;      and stared at me with her crystal eyes.&lt;br /&gt;      Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;      and gave me a kiss on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;      I want to tell her,&lt;br /&gt;      I want her to know&lt;br /&gt;      that I don't want to be just friends,&lt;br /&gt;      I love her but I'm just too shy,&lt;br /&gt;      and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Graduation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      A day passed, then a week, then a month.&lt;br /&gt;      Before I could blink, it was graduation day.&lt;br /&gt;      I watched as her perfect body&lt;br /&gt;      floated like an angel&lt;br /&gt;      up on stage to get her diploma.&lt;br /&gt;      I wanted her to be mine-but&lt;br /&gt;      she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;      Before everyone went home,&lt;br /&gt;      she came to me in her smock and hat,&lt;br /&gt;      and cried as I hugged her.&lt;br /&gt;      Then she lifted her head from my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;      and said- 'you're my best friend,&lt;br /&gt;      thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;      I want to tell her,&lt;br /&gt;      I want her to know&lt;br /&gt;      that I don't want to be just friends,&lt;br /&gt;      I love her but I'm just too shy,&lt;br /&gt;      and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marriage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Now I sit in the pews of the church.&lt;br /&gt;      That girl is getting married now.&lt;br /&gt;      and drive off to her new life,&lt;br /&gt;      married to another man.&lt;br /&gt;      I wanted her to be mine,&lt;br /&gt;      but she didn't see me like that,&lt;br /&gt;      and I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;      But before she drove away,&lt;br /&gt;      she came to me and said 'you came !'.&lt;br /&gt;      She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;      I want to tell her,&lt;br /&gt;      I want her to know&lt;br /&gt;      that I don't want to be just friends,&lt;br /&gt;      I love her but I'm just too shy,&lt;br /&gt;      and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Death:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Years passed, I looked down at the coffin&lt;br /&gt;      of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'.&lt;br /&gt;      At the service, they read a diary entry&lt;br /&gt;      she had wrote in her high school years.&lt;br /&gt;      This is what it read:&lt;br /&gt;      'I stare at him wishing he was mine,&lt;br /&gt;      but he doesn't notice me like that,&lt;br /&gt;      and I know it.&lt;br /&gt;      I want to tell him,&lt;br /&gt;      I want him to know that&lt;br /&gt;      I don't want to be just friends,&lt;br /&gt;      I love him but I'm just too shy,&lt;br /&gt;      and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;      I wish he would tell me he loved me !&lt;br /&gt;      .........'I wish I did too...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         I thought to my self, and I cried.&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/11886855-111693814629661375?l=abhask.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/feeds/111693814629661375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11886855&amp;postID=111693814629661375' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/111693814629661375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11886855/posts/default/111693814629661375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhask.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-another-forward.html' title='Just another forward.'/><author><name>Abhas Kumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05665133669231556901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/132/3591/1024/c0cd.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11886855.post-111249909756890922</id><published>2005-04-02T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T01:09:29.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why did Ramji leave Sitaji?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Only a few days back, I had the opportunity to listen to Anup Jalota at ABES. In a &lt;em&gt;bhajan&lt;/em&gt;, he drew our attention to the fact that &lt;em&gt;"ram-sita koi na kehta, sab kahte sita-ram" &lt;/em&gt;(Nobody says Ram-Sita, but everyone says Sita-Ram), thus giving more importance to &lt;em&gt;Shakti&lt;/em&gt; (womanhood). I was just discussing the topic with one of my friends, when I was made to remember that still, Ramji renounced Sitaji. I had never thought over the topic so seriously, and it just shook me. Even though, I believe it must have been more painful for Ramji to leave Sitaji, I don't think he can justify it on any basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to get answers to my question, to find what others think about this issue, I posted the same question on our newsgroup (iitk.misc) and I am happy that I got some very good replies. I am just trying to compile the posts in the thread, with some minor changes (but keeping the intent same).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started out with the post asking &lt;em&gt;junta&lt;/em&gt; their views:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been thinking about this thing for some time. Ramji denounced Sitaji for no mistake of her, just because somebody said something. Sitaji served him for 14 years in &lt;em&gt;banbas&lt;/em&gt;. Was with him in his thick and thin. Do you think that it was a justified move by Ramji? Infact was even "&lt;em&gt;Agni Pariksha&lt;/em&gt;" a justified move? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I would like to hear your arguments. Why have women been subject to punishments even without their faults? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gagan guessed that may be the story has been tempered along the line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ramji lived his life as a template for rightful human behavior (&lt;em&gt;maryada&lt;/em&gt;). The only exception is this act. Explanations that come to my mind: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Maybe he wanted to tell that you should be honest in a relationship. Rather than confining your doubts to yourself you should come out in the open with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2. Or maybe somewhere down the line somebody tampered the story.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the first reason did not appeal to me. Don't you think that there should be trust between the two spouses? Sitaji had been true to him, and their is no reason to believe otherwise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinod has a view that it is only a &lt;em&gt;story&lt;/em&gt; written by Kalidas, who didn't have much respect for women:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Ramayana as we read it today was written by Tulsidas. So it is Ramayana as told by Tulsidas and not Ramayana as it happened - if at all it happened. Tulsidas had a personal grudge against women. He was not happy with his wife who regarded him as a useless person. Also we should keep in mind the social background in which he wrote his work. During those times, the position of women was not very high. Also, Tulsidas was a &lt;em&gt;Pundit&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Even now many religious people profess that women are vile creatures by nature and are the root of all evil.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;There have been more instances of remarks against women in Tulsidas' Ramayana. Everyone knows about the doha - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dhol ganwar shudra pashu nari, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ye sab tadan ke adhikari.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thus it appears that Tulsidas did not have much regard for women - even for Sita. His personal feelings may thus have affected his work. He might have felt that Ram was justified in denouncing Sita in this way. Or perhaps he felt that because his work should conform to the social standards of his time and any king during his times would have behaved in a similar manner so he wrote the story that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because as I see it the reasons for denouncing Sita - the suspicions of one single person - baseless suspicions at that - are absolutely inadequate&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very painful to note that even today some religious people tend to hold to this view :( These charges about Kalidas were refuted by Vinay who believes that Ramayana was actually written by Valmiki; and Kalidas has just altered that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Actual source of the epic is &lt;em&gt;valmiki ramayan&lt;/em&gt;. Ramacharit manas is not true ramayan but it is written with a twist to serve a different purpose. Maharisihi vedvyas wrote "&lt;em&gt;adhyatma ramayan&lt;/em&gt;". It is the complete &lt;em&gt;adhyatma&lt;/em&gt; modeled over &lt;em&gt;Ramayan&lt;/em&gt;. Tulsidas takes from it heavily. So he also said this when he gives introduction, how he has built the story. He takes from various &lt;em&gt;nigam-agam&lt;/em&gt; and after that "&lt;em&gt;katha prabandh vichitra banayi&lt;/em&gt;"(in his own words).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has tried to explain agni-pariksha with the belief that it was to dispel the fears within the masses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well as far as the &lt;em&gt;agni-pariksha&lt;/em&gt; is concerned, valmiki ramayan is very clear about it. It was taken with same purpose of testing sita's character. The people, who see sita as goddess, will have difficult time in accepting it, so tulsidas mythologized it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing that is most difficult for me to digest is that some people do not consider Sitaji to be &lt;em&gt;Pativrata&lt;/em&gt;. What else do you want? She helped him in his &lt;em&gt;banbas..&lt;/em&gt; and is that to be considered wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, to give some reference, sita is not supposed to be "&lt;em&gt;pativrata&lt;/em&gt;". Anusuya, Savitri etc comes into this category and they are never questioned over anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sita's "patidharma" is questioned many times. Some reference:- When Ram went to vanawas, he asked sita to remain in ayodhya, as jungle is very problematic. He will have difficult time with her. Protection of sita was big headache. Sita didn't accept it. Tulsidas wrote that Ram was irritated enough about it that he even said, I am not going to keep any other women, so you don't worry. Even more tougher words (see valmiki ramayan). When Ram went to Anusuya's ashrma, Anusuya taught sita &lt;em&gt;pativrat&lt;/em&gt; dharma. It was very odd that Ram is carrying over his wife so matter was understood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well the second time, it is clearly surprising to leave her as Sita had given &lt;em&gt;agni-pariksha&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; As valmiki-ramayan states, that happened because of so many talks about Sita in Ayodhya. There was two possibilities. Either Ram leaves Sita or leave the throne. Second option, IMHO, would have given Ram and &lt;em&gt;Raghuwansh&lt;/em&gt; bad repute. So I think first option was better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashish believes that it is indeed a mockery on the stupid (if I am allowed to say so) norms of the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;My explanataion goes this way that he was using his talent to make mockery of social values of his time by showing what was the character of common people and ruling class was at that time. We read about &lt;em&gt;jauhar pratha&lt;/em&gt; in his time not when supposedly Ram and Sita walked on this earth. and the clues about this mockery are in his book itself. On one side he was showing that it was acceptable for Anusuya to be cheated and be forgiven but on the other hand society drove Rama to move out his wife. While Rama has love for shudras ,the society had concept like "Dhol ganwar....".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ayush has given a very good reasoning behind such scriptures. He says that these religious texts are written to propagate the ideas of the "ruling class".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Indian society has been more or less male prime society. This episode was also probably written to support the same concept so that the common masses know that a woman should remain "pure" throughout her life. And that her respect and position in society goes away the moment she sleeps with a man not her husband( never a single such incident involving a man in any of religious texts). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;You can also see that gurukuls always had ksatriyas and bramins. No &lt;em&gt;shudras&lt;/em&gt; were ever shown in them and this is an actual fact too. They were always socially ostracized. There are other instances which can be quoted to explain the prevalent caste system in the times when Ramayana was written and passed on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;So these religious texts are mere instruments to propagate the higher caste superiority and male prime society .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good insight into the mindset with which the text might have been written. Kiran and Gaurav have also given their valuable suggestions. They say that it was not Sitaji who was kidnapped but instead &lt;em&gt;Vaidehi. &lt;/em&gt;Gaurav writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ram ji knew what was about to happen, so he told SitaJi. Actually just before the abduction of Sita ji from the forest, Ram ji and Sita ji had a long chat. Then Ram ji called upon the fire god and asked him to take Sita ji under his protection and instead of Sita ji her a mere replica i.e. &lt;em&gt;Pratibimbh&lt;/em&gt; and later this reflection of Sita ji was abducted by Ravana and was taken to Lanka. After the victory the real Sita ji had to be replaced so what Ram ji thought was by asking Sita ji to do a Agni Pariksha both the purposes would get solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;Kiran has given a the nice story about Vaidehi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vaidehi is an incarnation of Tulasi who went into a great penance to become wife of Vishnu. Ravana is said to have tried to enroach upon her modesty; enraged she curses Ravana that he would burn to ashes the next time he touches a woman against her wishes. (So, contrary to what is shown on the TV, Ravana never touches Sita, rather only coaxes her to marry him so as to be safe from the curse.) Our Vaidehi meanwhile jumps into a fire created by her penance and dies. In her re-birth, she takes place of Sita and goes to Lanka not actual Sita. This is revealed to Rama after the fire test. So she is the suffering spiritual wife of Rama. Vaidehi is popularly mis-construed as another name of Sita but it is not so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This was just a bit of trivia, mostly unrelated to the question that I posed. Even if all this was true, how we can not justify the move to abandon Sitaji. Nitin agrees with me, when I say that there is no way we can justify the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everybody makes mistakes and that is why probably we say "Its HUMAN to make mistakes". Maybe that's why concept of GOD came up. People wanted to imagine and believe in something and someone totally PERFECT - The one who is flawless. I don't know whether Ramji is HIS incarnation amongst us lesser mortals but I can say one thing for sure of all the things, He has lead his life as an example to everyone, An ideal life, so what if he made some mistakes, everybody does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now to what Abhas said - Yes I believe that no matter what Ramji shouldn't have denounced Sitaji. And why the &lt;em&gt;Agnipariksha&lt;/em&gt; itself in first place, &lt;strong&gt;Marriage is all about Trust.&lt;/strong&gt; If He trusted Sitaji then of course it would be foolish to suggest that she was asked to give Agni Pariksha to show the world she was pure and yes she did come out unscathed. Maybe u still say that's justified but then how can He denounce her on a chastity statement of some foolish unreasonable guy from His kingdom. We know that guy was having a fight himself with his wife and he might have said that in anger and in prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One cant satisfy anyone and everyone.&lt;/strong&gt; No matter what Ramji shouldn't have denounced Sitaji. He must have been supported her, that he didn't do. After all she chose staying with Ramji when he was banished from his kingdom and spent 14 years in jungle. She always did what was right and after all this Ramji shouldn't have done this to her. &lt;strong&gt;He faltered.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the explanation given by Chandra Mohan really appealing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;As far as my knowledge goes Ramji was going through his worst times when he had to denounce Sita. As was his practice he sent his men in his state to know if the public was happy or not. He was shocked to know that because of the incident of that one man denouncing his wife for spending a night at a boatman's house, many people in Avadh started saying that the women of Avadh were becoming characterless as Sita was given so much respect despite her stay at Ravana's place. Though this was a &lt;strong&gt;totally illogical statement&lt;/strong&gt; yet it spread like anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ramji had to set an example for his subjects. Though he never doubted Sita for her purity yet to justify according to the wishes of people he had to denounce her. We all know that Ramji was more of a democratic monarch and so he took decisions based on what people felt. According to his philosophy even if one man in his reign doubted his capability of ruling , he has no right to rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Still, all writers of Ramayana and its translated versions have shown sympathy not only to Sita for the denouncement but also to Ram who had to take such a hard decisions. I do not blame Ram for this act, it was the unequal treatment towards women at those times that compelled him to bow in front of mob mentality, which we all know is very dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On my remark that the condition of women is still bad, he had a good explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;We all feel that women should be treated equally, but actually at those times we either worshipped women or treated them in humanly. We held the position of women so high as Sati and Devi that we did not expect them to do any wrong and so even when we had the slightest doubt we used to degrade them to the rank of impure etc. Equality can never come if you place someone too high; only when we treat women as&lt;br /&gt;nothing else except humans that man and women will be equal. Ram put his priorities as a king higher than that as a husband and they were conflicting. Only if he wasn't the king of Ayodhya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think that these are the best remarks to conclude my discussion. We need equality between men and women; Man and Woman are both humans and equal. 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